Page 19 of The Dragon, the Bear, and Their Sugar Glider Omega

“Sorry, am I moving fast?”

“No.” Clay drew out the word under his breath. “It’s about you working two jobs. How will you ever find time to be my lover?”

“And mine,” Armel echoed.

Clay grabbed my arm and hugged it, hiding his face in my shoulder. “It’s too much for you. For us.”

Armel pushed his body into mine. “They’re part-time, though, right?”

“My job in Old Town is full-time. My job at the bar at night is thirty hours a week.”

“Holy smokes, dude. No wonder your dragon was rusty about flying when we shifted last night.”

“We need to figure this all out. Together,” Clay said.

I laughed. “We haven’t even known each other twenty-four hours yet.”

“Right. But it feels like I’ve known you both forever,” Clay said. “I love the shifter claiming bites. It needed to happen.”

“So, no regrets?” Armel asked.

“No way!” Clay and I chimed in together.

My dragon and I already wanted everything with our mates. A house. A family. Promise rings on our fingers or, even better, wedding rings. But I didn’t feel comfortable bringing that up yet.

My jobs and my financial situation made me worry. My hoard was worthless pens.

I lay back, my mates softly talking over my chest, as tension began to overwhelm me. I was the difficult one. Yet again. My flight had let me know it for years. No one would want me. Now I had two mates, and they needed me to find time to build a relationship with them. Time I didn’t have.

I shut my eyes, trying to regain the ecstasy I’d had waking with both of them stretched out on either side of me.

Clay’s hand strayed to my thigh. My erection had gone down in seconds. Clay reached farther between my legs.

“Rome?”

I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. “Hmm. That’s nice.” I wanted to encourage him.

“You’re okay?”

I nodded. “With you both here, I am.”

He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I can already feel your emotions on deep levels as the claiming bite sets in. Don’t worry. We’ll figure things out for all of us.”

I nodded.

“Hey, no whispering secrets over there,” Armel said.

I dragged my arm out from between us and threw it around him, pulling the bear close to my chest.

“Never keeping secrets from each other.” I kissed his forehead.

“No, never,” Clay agreed. “Rome’s just worried because he’s always so busy.”

“Everything’s going to work out.” Armel moved his head so our lips brushed. “There’s three of us. That’s three times the willpower.”

“And remember what I told you last night. I have loads of money to spare if you both need it. We’re together now.” Clay pressed his hand to his heart then placed it over Armel’s chest then mine.

My eyes filled with emotion.

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