Page 115 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“Get dressed before someone walks in and you freak out,” he warned, helping me stand up and step into my jeans. I never expected Drake to be the gentle type, but he was showing more care than anyone else in my life ever had.

I half expected him to turn away but he put a hand on either side of my face, forcing me to look at him.

“I never want to hear you say, or think, that being an alter makes you less. You are just as important, just as much of a person, as Roman. I damn well know you didn’t treat him shitty when you thought he was. So, you need to think real long and hard about how you’re going to deal with this. Face it head-on, confident, head held high. Or are you going to run from it, Hiro?”

“How do you do that? See right through me?”

“Because you let me in,” he said with a smirk. “You tell me everything with those expressive emerald eyes. It’s written in the way you hold yourself, I read between your words.”

“I thought demons weren’t such sweet talkers,” I teased. He had me feeling bolder already. It was strange and heady, but I loved it.

“See, I knew that bratty side of you was hiding in there.” He snorted as he brushed a kiss over my lips. It was quick, the ghost of a kiss, but I could taste myself on him and fuck, it was hot. “And I’m only a sweet talker with you.”

He pressed his lips to mine again, firm and controlling. I melted into it, his arms all that were holding me up as he swept his tongue into my mouth, dominating, tasting, possessing me.

I gave it all willingly, glad to let go even for a moment.

“You’re right,” I admitted, breaking the sweet moment with a dash of reality. It was easier to face with him so close. “I want to be stronger. To hold onto my identity.”

“Good. Because I know several people who wouldn’t be the same without you,” he said.

“Like me.” Harlow startled me as she walked up on quiet feet. She laughed at my reaction, the sound melodic and captivating. He consumed me while she drew me in. “What have you boys been up to?”

Her raised eyebrow and smirk told me she knew exactly what we’d been doing. Our scents were stronger than ever.

“Drake gave me a blow job.”

They burst into laughter at my blunt words, and this time I didn’t shy away from it, I joined in. It was freeing and I wanted to soak this moment into my soul.

She paused as she passed Drake, kissing him and letting their tongues dance. The sight of them had my cock twitching like it was ready to go again.

Harlow twisted her hand in his shirt as she pulled away, her eyes hardening as she stared him down.

“You need to stop disappearing.” There was a warning in her tone.

“I can’t make that promise.”

She glared but let it drop before turning to me.

“It’s nice to see you smiling again,” Harlow said as she moved in, her body pressing into mine. She did that often, as if she craved my touch as much as I craved hers. “Am I too late for snuggles, because I could use a nap before dinner.”

“I’m out on that,” Drake said as he stepped back. “I need to check in on something.”

It was just like Drake to sweep in and throw my world upside down, then waltz out without looking back.

Yet I only felt light and free.

My trauma wouldn’t disappear because Harlow gave me the touches and softness I craved, it wouldn’t fade away because Drake kept me out of my head, that much I knew.

Hell, I’d been through enough psychiatrists and therapists to know that. But I couldn’t dismiss how easily they grounded me, just a simple touch and I felt stronger, more sane.

That was a big deal to me.

As I snuggled into Harlow on the couch, my eyes drifted closed.

For the first time in far too many years to count, I felt whole.

Harlow

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