Perrie was now straddling Edison’s lap, the sound of their flesh smacking together filling the room as Edison whispered something in her ear that made the omega shudder.
Then two sets of eyes, one gray-almost-silver in this light and one gold turned to me.
“He’s alive, pet,” Edison purred as he gripped Perrie’s hips and pulled her roughly down on his cock, making her moan. “I thought you’d be down for the night, old man.”
The teasing tone in his voice was what had me rolling onto shaky knees in order to join them. “Who are you calling old? Last time I checked you’re six months older than me.”
Perrie’s back was sweaty as I slid a hand down it and she arched underneath my touch, her lips already seeking mine out.
“And last I checked, I’ve never passed out after coming just two times, so we’ll have to agree to disagree.” Edison’s words were affectionate as he waited his turn to pull me in for a kiss of his own, audibly groaning halfway through. “Pet, if you squeeze down on me like that this isn’t going to last very long.”
“Sorry!” Perrie squeaked, her fingers curling on his chest as her hips stilled. “I can’t help it.”
Edison’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he grinned at her. “I think you like watching us together a little bit too much, Perrie. Who knew my little wife was such a voyeur.”
Perrie’s already flushed cheeks reddened even more as she ignored his teasing and reached for me again.
Her fingers trailed a line down the side of my face, my neck, and down one shoulder until she was tracing the bruised bite mark on my arm. “Why did you do this to yourself?”
“So I wouldn’t bite you by accident,” I confessed, pulling her fingers up to my mouth and kissing the tip of each one. “We still have to keep all of this a secret.”
“Couldn’t you have bit me somewhere that’s easily covered up?” Perrie asked with a frown.
“That’s not how it works, pet, alphas bite the spot their instincts tell them to,” Edison cut in, rolling his hips up and drawing a noise of pleasure from the omega still straddling his lap. “Now, while I’m happy to explain the logistics of alpha instincts to you all day, darling, I’m afraid you’ve forgotten what’s currently buried in this pretty cunt of yours.”
Lifting Perrie off of his cock, he flipped her around so that she was on her knees and slid home again. “Rho, why don’t you keep those lips of hers busy so she can focus on the task at hand.”
He nodded at my already half-stiff length before thrusting roughly inside of the omega, making her head droop as she let out a much louder moan than before.
Moving around to the front of her, I gently gripped Perrie’s chin and lifted it, finding her gray eyes glazed over with need as she stared up at me.
“Are you hungry, omega?” My words ended on a growl that caused Perrie to shudder and Edison grunted with effort as his grip on her hips tightened.
Perrie nodded, her jaw dropping open as she stared at my length.
Tonight was just getting started even if, in the distance, light was already starting to crest over the horizon, bringing a new dawn to the three of us.
Twenty Eight
EDISON
“And I’m telling you that if I had made the order to bomb your ports, Cheng, then there would be nothing left.”
Frustration filled me as I gripped the phone held up to my ear even more tightly.
My lazy morning in bed with my wife had been interrupted by a very pissed off phone call from the Chinese blaming me for a series of explosions that had taken place in the early hours and that, apparently, the explosives in question belonged to the Keane clan.
It had been a week and a half since the charity gala and things had been quiet up until this morning and now I knew why.
Apparently, whoever had been fucking with me for the past few months had now moved on to trying to frame me for shit that neither I, nor my men had done.
“What else am I supposed to think, Keane?” Jifein Cheng’s voice was tight as she spoke on the other end of the line. “Those explosives paired with the bodies of one of your men are all telling me that you are full of shit. I just can’t quite figure out what your fucking plan was when half of the shit that was exploded was your own product.”
My teeth gritted together at that. Not only had we lost a shipment by land a few months ago in that first ambush, but now we’d lost yet another one that had come in by water.
I hadn’t wanted to loop anyone other than Shuuhei Saito in on my suspicions that someone in the five families was trying to sow discord and start a war—the only conclusion I could come to as to why anyone would play a fucking game like this—but now I was pretty sure I was going to have to at least fill the Chinese in or else risk retribution.
I still didn’t even know who the fuck was doing it.
I had four suspects in mind—three now that the Chinese were being targeted as well.
My first suspect was the Russians. Vladimir Volkov wasn’t usually one to engage much with the five families, but I always had a hard time reading the man. The Russians had yet to be involved in any of this and that was suspicious in and of itself.
I wasn’t sure what sort of motive he had yet, but I had Collum on it whenever he wasn’t escorting Perrie to school.
Next was the Italians. I’d heard through the grapevine that Amante was still seething over my nuptials with Perrie, so it wouldn’t be that surprising if the famously impulsive man was trying to fuck with my business to get back at me.
Lastly, and unfortunately most likely, I suspected that Liam and the rest of the branch heads of Keane family members were behind this. It made sense that they would try it.
After all, they’d been trying to undermine my leadership for two years.
But they couldn’t be doing it alone. The first thing I’d done upon taking over was snip the reins of their power within the family.
Which meant that one of my first two suspects had to be helping them.
“I’m going to send you some files. When I tell you that these are for your eyes only, I fucking mean it, Cheng. If I find that you have anything to do with any of this, I will make sure to wipe you and your people from the face of this city for the foreseeable future.”
