Resistant Omegas 5: Dewey by Joyee Flynn (book club suggestions TXT) 📕

man. “You have no idea how hard this is on both of us and he’s allowed to screw up with the pressure he’s under. He’s a good man. It just seems he doesn’t want a slut as his Omega.”

“Dewey, wait,” Tag called after me as I turned and raced out the back door and onto the terrace. I kept running until I tripped over my boots when I hit the grass and almost fell. Running was pointless from someone who could easily catch me so instead I plopped down on the ground to cry.

“Tristan loaned me his iPod so I could listen to the songs on it and see what I liked,” I blubbered as I angrily wiped away tears, not looking at Tag. I yanked off my hat and threw it to the ground. “The man said It’s Alright to Be a Redneck.”

“I really don’t think this is what Alan Jackson meant, baby,” he hedged as he sat down next to me. I scooted in the other direction, needing space from him. Taggart sighed heavily. “I’m sorry.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right, I’m not sorry I got pissed,” he growled as he pounced on me. Now I was lying on the ground with his large body surrounding me, his huge hands on me. “You’re not mine yet officially and I got jealous. You walk around dressed like this and I won’t get the chance to make you mine because somebody better will come along and snatch you up.”

“I wore it for you,” I said firmly, repeating what I’d said in the kitchen. “I knew we couldn’t be alone so I wore it anyways because Tristan and his men are so in love with each other it would never cross their minds to touch me. I didn’t know George would be there or the other Betas. And even though they were, so what? So what if I wore something a little too revealing? I’m not in downtown Denver!”

“Uh-huh,” he moaned as he undid my shirt and kissed along my collarbone.

“Stop, Tag,” I whispered as I tried to push him away.

“Don’t wanna. You drive me insane and are so fucking tempting you could make a straight man beg to be with you.” Tag moved his hands to the button of the shorts and I started crying. What was wrong with him?

“I said no!” I screamed and shoved him hard. He shook his head, blinking rapidly as if snapping out of a trance. “What is wrong with you? Why are you acting like this? You’ve never treated me badly or been mean to me. Now today you are being horrid to me. Anytime I’ve told you to stop before, you instantly have. Where is my Tag?”

“We might be able to answer that,” Percy said quietly as he and Azyle joined us. In a flash Taggart was up with me in his arms, wrapped around him like a monkey.

“He’s mine. You can’t have him. I love him and showed him what that meant. You can’t take him from me!” I glanced up at Tag, shocked at how he was acting. His eyes were wild and bloodshot.

“What’s wrong with him?” I asked Percy.

“Nothing, just want you,” Tag moaned as he slipped his hand down the back of my shorts. His lips found my collarbone again, knowing it was one of my hot spots. “All I’ve ever wanted was you. I’m sorry, baby. I’ll be better, be stronger. You can wear whatever you want after I claim you because I won’t be jealous then. I love the outfit, it just startled me.”

“Tag,” I moaned as he rubbed his finger against my hole, pushing it in slightly even though it was dry. He seemed manic and out of control. I didn’t know what to do.

“You have to knock him out, Dewey,” Tristan said quietly from behind me.

“What?” I gasped as Tag’s other hand slid down the front of my shorts. I glanced at them over my shoulder and saw the worried faces. “Why?”

“Because I can’t,” Tristan explained. “I can freeze him so he doesn’t get hurt but we need him out and I don’t want to drug him when that’s the problem.”

“Fuck off and leave me to please my man in private,” Tag growled at them, shaking with the need to shift.

“I love you,” I whispered against his lips. His eyes cleared for a moment and I saw my Tag.

“Do it. I don’t know what’s wrong,” he whimpered. “Just promise you’ll give me a chance to apologize later. I love you more than anything, Dewey.”

“I know you do.” I gave him a quick kiss and let go of my power.

Tag’s eyes rolled up into his head and just as we started to fall to the ground, Tristan froze Tag. He waited until Jared and Percy were there to catch Taggart and then let go. I ended up in Azyle’s arms, shaking as my well-deserved nervous breakdown started.

“Why is this happening to us? Why can’t we just have a moment’s fucking peace? What’s wrong with him?” I blubbered as I buried my face in Azyle’s neck. I think somewhere I knew I shouldn’t be in the arms of another man practically naked, but right then I didn’t care. And it wasn’t about sex. Dear god in heaven, that was the last thing on my mind.

“I think it’s the wolfsbane,” George answered as he stepped closer and rubbed my back. “When you looked so shocked at Taggart’s reaction I started thinking of reasons he could be acting out of character. I don’t know him, so my initial thought was this was how he truly is.”

“He’s not like this,” I wailed and Azyle’s arms tightened as he whispered gently in my ear. “He’s good and kind and loving. He doesn’t have a mean bone in his body. Tag’s never judged me or treated me like anything but a prince. That’s why I was so upset. I thought it was the stress of all of this but then his eyes were so