Page 113 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“I can’t read your mind, Hiro.” He laughed gently. It wasn’t mocking, but encouraging. “I’d say it’s serious if you’re glaring at the notebook.”

He let go of my leg and leaned down, gathering up the fallen items and setting them on the end table without giving them a single bit of his attention. He was respectful, more than anyone ever realized before.

Drake was safe, solid, and someone we could rely on. I wish I’d seen it sooner.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No?”

Drake chuckled again, the purr lacing the sound and deepening it. “Is that a question or a statement?”

“Fuck, I don’t know,” I groaned with a strained laugh. “I’m not even real, why does it matter what I think?”

How were we even mates?

None of it made sense now.

Drake shifted with a growl, propping himself over me with a hand on either side of the cushions I was leaning against. His face hovered inches from mine.

It felt like he was staking a claim as he stared down at me with possessive heat. The tension was so thick it was hard to breathe. Now my heart was racing for a whole new reason.

I could scent the need on him, the alpha pheromones so strong I couldn't ignore it.

“Not real?” he questioned slowly.

I nodded, swallowing hard. Drake leaned closer and ran his nose along my throat to my ear, tongue tracing the shell of it before leaning back.

“Yet I hear your heart racing in response to me, Hiro. It isn’t Roman who is doing that, it’syou.”

“He doesn’t feel that way about you,” I admitted in a shaky voice.

My filter once again slipped away as he filled my senses, forcing me to stay out of my head. Drake was good for me and I wanted him with everything I had.

“Good, because the feeling is mutual, on both accounts,” Drake promised. “I’m going to kiss you now, Hiro. And I’d like to touch you, but you have to tell me you want it. Thatyouwantme.”

“I’m scared,” I admitted with a whimper. “Not just because of this but because of...”

“Hiro. Do you know I would never do anything against your will?” Drake asked.

My name on his lips had my cock stirring, growing hard.

I nodded, unable to form words.

“Yes, but sometimes my trauma doesn’t care about reality,” I stated, letting out a soft whimper as he straddled me, hanging back just enough so his bulge pushed into my now hard dick. “But I don’t want to be.”

“Then give me control, Hiro. Let me take care of you. And if you ever want to stop, you say the word and we stop,” Drake purred in my ear, begging me to hand him control, to let him keep me safe. “Let me suck your cock, Hiro.”

“Why?” I asked. The confusion in my tone must have amused him because a low chuckle rumbled out of him.

“Because I want to remind you that you’re real, that you very much have a place in these halls. With me. With Harlow. Hell, even Layne would punch anyone who said otherwise. And because I’ve wanted to hear you call me alpha in that needy tone since you let ‘daddy’ slip.”

My cheeks flared at his words and I groaned. “Sometimes words just tumble out. I can’t be held responsible for what’s said when I’m a mess.”

He leveled me with a look that said he saw right through me.

“I think that’s simply when you’re the most honest. So, tell me, Hiro, are you going to let your alpha take your cock like a good boy?”

“Yes,” I husked out with another pitiful whimper that had his sinful smile spreading wider.

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