Page 121 of Glass Omega

“I love you too,” I murmured against his mouth, sucking in a sharp breath as his hips kicked forwards and he buried himself inside of me up to his knot.

My words seemed to spur him on because he set an almost too fast pace, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me up out of the nest and up to his chest forcing me to wrap my arms and legs around him and hang on for dear life.

It took longer than before for me to come, the rise of the orgasm much more steady than with my heat where it felt like even them just breathing on me was enough to get me going.

But when Rhodes began to push his knot inside on one of his last thrusts I found my toes curling as the warm fire was ignited.

“Bite me,” I managed, my lips pressed firmly to the skin of his neck where his pulse was the strongest, his chocolate scent blocking out almost all of my other senses as we came together. “Bond me.”

I came around Rhodes’ knot as it swelled, locking inside of me. With a throaty moan, Rhodes pressed my body back into the nest and came, his teeth digging into my neck.

Like before with Edison, my heartbeat slowed as whatever biological juice alphas had in their teeth worked its magic. Then, the heartbeat that I felt thrumming against my lips slowly became the one my own heart felt.

I knew that, if I pressed my ear to Edison’s chest, that his heartbeat would match ours as well. Three beats in tandem to represent our pack.

Where Edison oozed confidence in his emotions, feeling them as they came, Rhodes’ were almost shy as they filtered down the bond to me.

Exhaustion, affection, desire, and love trickled slowly down to me, presenting themselves like show dogs before receding to let the next one take a moment in the spotlight.

“You can let me feel them all at once, you know,” I whispered in his ear as he lapped at the fresh bond mark. “I’m strong. I can take it.”

With my words, the floodgates opened and all of the emotions he’d been showing me one-by-one all clamored to the surface like a tidal wave.

A little gasp left my lips, but I closed my eyes and let them wash over me, pleased when I felt Edison’s part of the bond light up to complete the circle.

“I can feel him too,” Edison, who’d never actually gone back to sleep, murmured as he stared at us with wonder.

“They said that might be a side effect. We’re all connected now, for better or for worse,” I explained, feeling completely content for the first time in a long time.

“Hopefully for the better from now on.” Edison scooted in closer, wrapping his arms around us as he finally settled in to sleep.

Later, as both men slept soundly next to me, I stared up at the white canopy trying to push down the nagging sense of worry that still hovered in the back of my mind.

Somehow, I had a feeling that we weren’t done yet.

Thirty Four

EDISON

“And all of the men are on the same page?” I asked Rhodes as I sorted through paperwork.

Three days had passed since the end of Perrie’s heat and the mountain of things to do had only grown since my impromptu vacation.

I’d spent the entire day organizing my plans to retire the older generation of Keane branch heads, replacing them with their sons.

It should have happened a long time ago, but I’d never felt the need to rush it until now.

Thanks to the presence of Perrie, who was sitting on the couch busily editing photos for her photography class, and the life thatshe now carried I knew it was time to end all of this once and for all before they could try and hurt my family.

My plans were going smoothly now that the Russians were out of the way and Volkov was in FBI custody.

And that was exactly my problem. It was when things went smoothly like this that I couldn’t shake the feeling that shit was about to hit the fan.

“Yes, though O’Rourke is still a bit fidgety,” Rhodes told me, showing me the latest text from the alpha in question.

It made sense that Ciaran O’Rourke was nervous. He was all of seventeen and he actuallylikedhis father. But the elder O’Rourke was pushing eighty and I was fairly sure they were hiding some kind of degenerative disease that the old man had.

The last time I’d spoken to the old man he’d called me by my father’s name.

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