Page 106 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“Your ‘mate’ is a fucking human!” she yelled. The way she saidmatewas like it was a curse to be spat out and not the most important being in my life.

Our bodies were pressed together before she could react, and I was launching us back to the roof. When my feet hit the floor, I didn’t let her move away.

She needed to know where I stood.

“You are a human, but do not question mine or your intelligence by suggesting that you are just an average human.You, my mate, are stronger and have far more potential. The moment you let me claim you as we are meant to be, then you’ll understand how wrong you are.”

“You don’t get to have me,” she growled. “I’mnotyour mate.”

“Then why do you tremble at my touch? Even your breath hitches at my presence. I also know that my voice,” I said, lowering my tone as I leaned in to whisper directly into her ear, “does something to you.”

She shivered at my low words. Harlow would be so responsive when I claimed her, filled her with my cock and owned her from the inside out.

“Now, are you going to be a good mate and let me claim you?”

The tip of my claw skated delicately over her skin, just enough to tease. Her breath hitched but she wasn’t giving into what her body craved.

What webothwanted.

“No,” she said, denying this even as my hand trailed lower. Her hips pushed against my fingers as I ran them over her heated cunt.

Even through her jeans she burned for me.

Her scent blossomed under my touch, the scent of fresh berries, snow, and omega sweetness. It was glorious and all mine.

At least right now.

“Should I stop touching you, then?” I asked as I applied pressure, pushing the tips of my fingers into the seam of her jeans.

“No.”

That was all I needed. Now she was mine and there would be no more of this push and pull I was swiftly growing tired of.

She could feel the bond between us, I just wanted her to admit it first.

The pleas that would fall from her lips would fuel my dreams for years to come.

Harlow

Saturday Evening

Dark Haven Roof

The feel of Kol’s hands on my body was indescribable. There was an almost static charge between us, zapping me, making my skin tingle and my hips grind into him.

The draw I’d felt to him from the beginning was so strong now that even my stubbornness couldn’t keep him away.

His scent of darkness, spice, and night skies was seeping into my senses and refusing to be ignored.

“You’re mine, Harlow. I’m going to take my time enjoying you.”

His words were a primal growl as his pointed teeth grazed over my skin. The sharp sting of pain wasn’t soothed, it was enhanced as whatever supernatural bond formed between us fell into place.

He pushed every bit of his need for me into the bond, mixing it with my own until I needed him more than I needed to breathe. He was going to own me in ways I’d never known, and I wanted it.

The electricity between us continued to grow until I was panting for breath and desperate for him to give me more. Fingertips, claws, teeth, and lips teased over me as he pushed his cold, stone-like skin against mine.

Kol let out a soft chuckle as I writhed against him, knowing damn well what he was doing to me. I never expected the mix of gentle feather-light touches and the sharp pain he fed me.

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