Page 202 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“Roll over,” he demanded as he ruthlessly pulled out of me. He flipped me before I could follow his command and pulled me to my knees as he plunged into me again.

This time, I had to grip the table to keep from being thrown off of it as he used me for his own gain.

“God, you feel so fucking good around me. That hot pussy of yours demanding another orgasm as soon as I give you one. You’re such a little slut for your alpha. It’s never enough for you, is it?”

“No,” I complained and was met with his fingers once again pinching and teasing over my clit as his pointed teeth dragged down my spine.

I arched away from the pain as much as I craved it.

He was no longer in control of any humanity hiding within him, and I wasn’t sure I missed it at that moment. This demon was as demanding as he was giving, and I craved more. So much more.

“Then come for your alpha, Harlow. Give me everything.”

A keening whine escaped me as a fresh wave of slick leaked around him. My body was so fucking sensitive I wanted to scream, my mind blank of everything except us, our pain, and our pleasure.

This time when I came, a storm raged around us, the wind whipping my hair and cooling our sweat-laden bodies. The morewe focused on each other, the stronger it grew until I could see nothing but him in the eye of the storm.

“Still worried you aren’t powerful?” Drake questioned with a dark chuckle. “This isn’t me, Harlow.”

With his leathery wings stretched at his sides and the horns rising into the air, black eyes staring down at me imperiously, he was like a god in his own right.

Fuck, I might come again just from this sight alone.

“If I say yes, will you punish me further?” The low chuckle was met with bruising force as he gripped my hips and did just that. The pain was so intense I screamed against it. However, that only amplified his pleasure as it weaved with mine.

It was hard to know where his desires ended and mine began.

“Good girl,” he growled as he filled me with his cum. My pussy clenched around him, as if he demanded me to come again without words.

My whimpers were pathetic this time, the overwhelming emotions and sensations reaching a crescendo.

The aftermath of our sex was pure chaos. The map was the only thing still intact, somehow, and only because it had fallen under the table.

Every other item in the room was in shambles.

The storm had ripped the wood apart in splinters. The few chairs and rugs that were in here were now in pieces and all I could do was laugh.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to clear the room next time,” I mused as I climbed off and picked up the scraps left from my dress. “And find new clothes. All I have are Hel’s remnants and it’s definitely a bit too imperious for me.”

“It’ll have to work until we get the others and go back to Dark Haven,” he said.

The anxiety in his voice had me stopping.

“We’ll go back for them, I promise,” I told him. “Your mom, Layne, Crew, the patients, they’ll all be okay.”

He nodded but said nothing further, and I hated that I couldn’t give him the same reassurance that he’d given me, inadvertently or not.

With nothing left to say, I went to my room to change. We had the bond, we no longer needed words. The closet was full of a ridiculous amount of jewelry and dresses. All designer and fancier than necessary.

Hel certainly liked the finer things in life.

But I was raised by monsters and the streets. I didn’t need the extravagance, nor did I want it.

Right then, I couldn’t complain. Clothes were clothes.

I flipped through the dresses that ranged from scandalous to modest, satin to shimmering lace. Finally, at the back of the closet I spotted a tight-fitting outfit that was a mix of leather armor and riding pants.

It was the best I’d get, so I snatched it from the hangers and pulled it on. Somehow, like everything else here, it fit like it was made for me.

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