Page 135 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

Harlow needed us more than ever and I was nowhere to be found.

“Fuck,” I bit out and stalked from the room.

As I headed back to the third floor, I forced my insecurities away, reminding myself I’d kept Hiro safe all these years.

That counted for something.

Drake and Harlow both thought I was capable, and that was what mattered. There weren’t a ton of moments in life I could remember someone giving a shit about me, much less thinkingIcould protect them.

I winced at how loudly I knocked on Harlow’s door. She opened it with wide eyes and dagger ready but the moment she saw me she panicked.

“Is that blood? What happened? Are you all right?!” she asked as her hands lifted my shirt, checking for wounds underneath. Her cold fingers met my heated skin and my cock jerked in response.

“Did I ruin this?” She froze at my question and looked up with wide, blue eyes that quickly narrowed at me.

“Wait. Between us? Is this you doubting again, Roman, because if so, then I’m going to kick your ass,” she threatened, pointing at me. I backed away, trying not to laugh at her attempt at intimidation.

“Look. Drake gave me a not-so-subtle reminder that I can protect you, that I won’t fail you like I did my brother. My head is back on straight. But I want to know how much I have to fix,” I admitted.

“Well, right now you can fix this blood situation.” She wrinkled her nose as she looked at her now blood-covered hands. “You don’t smell like yourself. Then come back and prove to me you want me. Prove to me that you’re going to be present and want a part of this chaos that’s now our lives. If you don’t, that’s something I’ll handle. But if you do, show me.”

The challenge had my cock stirring already, and I slammed my lips to hers before running to my room for clothes, then the showers to clean up.

I had a woman to win over, and I would not hide this time.

Harlow

When Roman knockedon my door the second time, I was ready for him. I needed to send Drake a fucking fruit basket or give him a blow job or something for what he did or said to knock Roman out of his own head.

Roman was the rock. The one who was protective and observant and took no shit. Seeing him in his head like that had nearly killed me, especially since I couldn’t convince him he was worthy of me.

“Holy shit,” he breathed out at the sight of me in my bra and panties. With everything going on, we’d never progressed past our first encounter, and I was more than ready.

“You like?” I asked as I spun in a circle, showcasing my frame for him. He moved forward and closed the door so fast I barely let out a startled laugh before I was in his arms and on the bed.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”

“Not too long. I’ve only been here a few months,” I joked but his face never faltered from a serious reverence as he studied me.

“You’re perfect,” he said instead. My heart clenched as he leaned over me, hovering just over my face before brushing his lips over mine, then deepening the kiss. My toes curled as he claimed my mouth, tasting and teasing me until I was breathless and rocking my hips into him.

If he could kiss like that, then I was ready to see what else he could do.

Even his scent was back to normal, stronger as his rigid cock pressed into me. Campfire, smoke, and alpha spice. How I hadn’t noticed before was crazy, then again so was our life right now.

Part of me wondered if he could knot me now or if his body was still in turmoil.

Now who was in their head?

Roman didn’t let me for long. His hands were everywhere, gliding over my skin delicately as he continued to kiss me. Our tongues warred as he unclasped my bra, letting my breasts spill free.

He pulled back and moved lower, teasing the tip of his tongue over my hard nipples before sucking one into his mouth, kneading the other. The warmth of his skin on my cool flesh had me arching into the touch. He grew more confident the more I reacted. Every moan seemed to help him learn me, giving me more without having to beg for it.

My fingers craved to touch his skin, but he still had too many clothes on. I tugged at them,struggling since my focus was splitbetween the need to see him naked and the pure fucking bliss his mouth was inflicting on me.

“Clothes off,” I demanded as he pulled away. His eyes danced with amusement and pride as he ripped his clothes off.

“I’m glad I could affect you as much as you affect me,” he purred as he stood back so I could admire him this time. My eyes slowly ran over his body, memorizing every rippled muscle and dusting of dark hair. He was so much sexier than he realized. “Now let’s see just how much I can unravel you, Harlow. I want my name falling from those gorgeous lips of yours.”

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