Page 119 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“No,” I bit out, anger rising yet again at his stubbornness. “Just fucking take it, you asshole. Fuck me like you mean it and feed. Then we can walk out there, eat our lunch, and you can tell me where the fuck you’ve been.”

His answer was another roar, hand digging painfully into my side as he fucked me so hard I had to cling onto the boxes for dear life, knowing damn well anyone walking by would hear us.

“You don’t make the demands,” he growled. “This is not how we’re going to do things. Forcing me to feed is fucked up.”

“Then go feed on a patient next time,” I yelled back. “Or suck it up and take it from me, the one who iswillinglygiving it to you.”

I’d let my anger build and seep into the air, my demon drinking it in until he lost all control, slamming home one last time before coming.

He didn’t wait for us to catch our breath before pulling out of me and going to the other side of the room.

My body ached, every movement followed with a sharp twinge. Not pushing him for now, I grabbed his boxers, cleaned myself up, and got dressed.

He was standing, hands braced on the wall, and breathing heavily.

Guilt nagged at me, afraid I’d pushed him too far, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

I would not let him unravel slowly, spiraling alone in this chaos, not when he had me.

“Don’t. Do. That. Again.”

His words were still rough, but he didn’t flinch away as I put a hand on his back. I wrapped my arms around his middle and laid my head on his back. This time I sent him reassurance through our bond. It was a calm wave that washed over us both.

He trembled under me as he fought against his own shit, but I didn’t let go.

Finally his body relaxed enough that I let go.

“I’m sorry I pushed you. But this is me showing you I refuse for you to pull away from us. You’re not sacrificing yourself for me, for us,” I said quietly.

When he turned around, he was back to human and the anger had drained from his eyes.

“You feel better, don’t you?”

He huffed and grabbed his clothes, sans boxers, changing into them before answering.

“Yes, but that’s not the fucking point, Harlow,” he muttered.

“Well, too fucking bad,” I said with a shrug. “I’m not sorry.”

Not giving a fuck if he was covered or not, I pulled open the door. I froze at the sight of a demon in front of me, hands clamped around a man’s throat. I acted on instinct, throwing myself on his back as I called out to Drake.

He threw me off and instead of hitting the wall, I hit a gargoyle, Stravos grunting as he caught me and placed me on my feet.

They moved so fast, the demon running off before Drake could kill him but the man was alive.

“I think we just intervened in another sacrifice,” I said as I took in the two men standing before us. “He could be your twin, Drake.”

Harlow

Tuesday Afternoon

Dark Haven Library

“Come on,” Drake said to me and Hiro, who surfaced just after the lunchtime confrontation. He led us to the elevator without further explanation. Hiro and I shared a glance but didn’t argue, stepping inside. “We’re going to take back the third floor.”

“What, really?” I questioned, turning to face him. He was way too tense for it to be as simple as that.

“You need medication and Layne is starting to slip into one of her episodes. The staff is still functioning so it would bea smarter move for you to be back where you belong. I can’t promise we won’t be right back to group therapy and shit like that, but it’ll give us a chance to see what’s going on.”

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