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

“So do I,” Tristan added, giving me a sympathetic smile. “I do know the doc. He’s the one who helped me when I suddenly grew over a foot. He’s a good man, Dewey. He’ll get Taggart better and back in your arms as quickly and safely as possible.”

“Okay, then I’ll hang out here,” I mumbled. “He’ll call if there’s any change or Tag needs me, right?”

“I gave him your cell and told him to call you first if he needs consent for anything.” I nodded to Tristan, understanding the words but not liking any of this.

“Can you focus enough to have a session with me?” George asked smoothly. “I think it best for us to get into the habit of talking when you have a crisis on your hands, even if it’s by phone later.”

“We can do that but I think Percy and Azyle need to be there as well. They need to understand what they’d be getting themselves into if I’m to be their Omega.”

“If that’s what you want,” Azyle said hesitantly as he glanced at Percy. “But we don’t want to make this any harder on you.”

“I doubt anything else could get worse right now.” I laughed bitterly and grabbed my plate and soda, heading to the living room where George and I had talked last. They could follow or not. It was best that they know things off the bat, but maybe this wasn’t the right way to do it. Whatever, it was easiest for me then and that’s all I cared about.

Did that make me a bitch? Yeah, probably. But I figured everyone would cut me a little slack since what was going on.

They all followed me into the room and when George was seated and turned on the digital recorder I picked up where we left off. For an hour I went into detail about months four through eight of being with my last pack. The day before we went over the months one through four and while Percy and Azyle now missed it… I got the feeling they understood what happened then too.

“Still want me?” I asked in a hoarse voice, thick with emotion. I didn’t cry this session, too worn out from everything with Taggart. But it was still hard and I was exhausted.

Percy was the first to speak. “I want nothing more than to hold you and try to make it all better.” I stared at him with my mouth hanging open. What sane person had that kind of reply? I glanced to Azyle, who nodded.

I might have had a crazy moment because I burst out laughing. “Either you guys are nuts or you just want a fixer-up project.”

“Or they see your strength and the amount of life in you after all you’ve been through,” George said calmly. I wasn’t sure what to make of the statement until he clarified. “Most people wouldn’t be handling this as well as you are, Dewey. Hell, if my mate was in the hospital for wolfsbane poisoning I’d be curled up in a ball sobbing.”

“Are you saying I’m cold?” I whispered, my heart hurting at the idea.

“On the contrary,” George answered with a grimace. “You care and are so loving that you still have hope. Most people wouldn’t be able to process their anger enough to be able to function right now.”

“I’m angry. I just can’t believe this is where our story ends.”

“Which is hope and impressive that you’re looking at the situation like that.”

“I’m glad you think so,” I said with a sigh. “I think it’s a little demented to sit here and try to scare two hot, nice men off with my past.”

“It’s being honest after you’ve been hurt so many times,” Azyle replied as he took my hand. “People have failed you and it’s your way of making sure we’re up to the task of being with you. I’d want to know if we had the stomach to deal with all of this if the situation was reversed.”

“Fair enough.” I nodded as I stood, staring at our joined hands. “I think I’m going to take a nap.” They both stared at me curiously and I realized I’d have to spell it out for them with how careful they were being. “You could join me if you want. No funny stuff, just a nap. You said you wanted to hold me and right now I could use the comfort.”

“We’re in,” Percy agreed as they got to their feet. I smiled shyly, not sure if this was the right move. But it felt right and that had to mean something.

We said our good-byes to George and they walked with me to my room. I dropped Azyle’s hand so I could pull off my pants before lifting the covers. I froze with one knee on the bed when they both groaned.

“Not sure we can keep from any funny stuff if you’re naked, baby,” Percy explained as he moved behind me and ran his hands over my naked ass. “You’re so damn tempting.”

“I know you could make me get in the mood if you kept doing that,” I said evenly, proud that my voice didn’t show the way he was affecting me. “But I am tired and just want to rest.” I glanced at him over my shoulder before meeting Azyle’s eyes. “Maybe after I catch a nap we can play. It’s just hard for me right now. I know Taggart said it was fine, but I’m scared and worried about him. Being intimate with you guys kinda feels like I’m cheating.”

“Then we can wait until you work through what’s on your mind.” Percy leaned down and kissed my shoulder before letting me go. I nodded as I scooted into the middle of the king-size bed. They both got undressed and moved to either side of me. Yeah, I totally ogled them, appreciating the view. But right then I wanted the puppy pile that was comforting to shifters, not sexual