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It was funny how he’d been so submissive as a human, but now that he’d left his baggage behind, he was claiming this new body as his own. It made sense. This one never suffered from Vance’s assault, never was beaten and broken. It was new and all his.

He yanked me to my feet and pushed me to the wall, his body pressing to mine as he claimed my lips with renewed desperation. I barely drew in a breath before his tongue was dancing with mine, tasting every inch of me as if committing it to memory.

My cries were the ones echoing from the walls as he kissed and bit his way down my body until he was on his knees and throwing one leg over his shoulder so he had access to my wet pussy.

He sucked hard on my clit until I was seeing stars, sliding two fingers inside of me so I could do nothing more than hold on for dear life.

Soon he was tongue- and finger-fucking me so intensely my orgasm slammed into me, and I let out a keening cry as it rocked through me. My knees buckled but he held me in place.

I’d just hit the aftershocks when he pulled me out of the shower and laid me on the bench, positioning himself and sinking inside of me. I wrapped my legs around him.

He held me in place as he fucked me so hard the poor bench might not survive. This was a joining based on instinct and need, our bond guiding us, and our bodies along for the ride.

Even in the afterlife, they took care of me. I loved that Hiro knew what I needed and gave it to me.

I may be the new Queen of Helheim, but my men are the ones holding me together.

ChapterSixteen

Harlow

Even in the few days we’ve been in Dark Haven, Sarah had changed. She was already more aware when we arrived but now that she was seeing Drake again and having regular conversations, it was as if she was thriving.

The only downside was that she couldn’t survive here for long. At least not in its current state. We’d been trying to convince her to come back to Helheim, but she downright refused. Stubbornness was truly a family trait.

“Don’t you want to join Dad in Helheim?” Drake asked. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked the question. She was hellbent on ignoring it... or at least so far. This time she met his eyes, and I had a feeling she would finally give him an answer.

“Drake. Why would I want to become what you hated? It’s my fault that you were stuck here for so long, my fault that you are half-demon, or were. You were so angry with it for so long, how can I go live that life knowing I made you suffer here?”

Drake’s heart visibly broke along with mine. His face crumpled and shoulders sagged.

“Mom,” he pleaded. “I’m not suffering or angry.” She’d hit him hard without meaning to. She was right, when I met Drake, he was angry at the world and being a hybrid was the one thing he’d wished he could change. The demons around him never let him forget he was different.

“Don’t you want to go? Elkan has been waiting for a long time,” Hiro questioned gently. “We promised we’d check on you.”

She smiled at the mention of her demon. “He still visits me.”

I’d forgotten all about the dreams she’d had with him. Now that Elkan was growing stronger, it was likely a lot easier for them. It was reassuring that she still had his support, though, I wish she’d give up this world. But it wasn’t something we could force her into. Even if it would save her life.

“But you could be together,” I reminded her. “Have whatever you want and see Drake every day.”

Again, the stubborn woman shook her head.

“This is where I belong. Leaving isn’t an option,” she said with a pat on my hand. Her patience was stronger than mine at the moment.

“Dark Haven has fallen, Mom. The world around you is falling apart and there’s no one and nothing here for you anymore.”

Her eyes flickered white for a few moments and then her whole body relaxed. Something in that vision was the reassurance she needed. She let out a soft giggle and turned excited eyes on her son.

“See, I knew you didn’t have to worry,” she said in exasperation. Drake bit back a growl of frustration and I couldn’t blame him.

“What did you see, Mom?” he questioned.

“That I was right.” Such a simple answer that explained nothing. She was as vague and confusing as the riddles she loved to give me.

“What were you right about?” Hiro prompted. This time he moved in front of her, crouching down and taking her hands. She gave him an indulgent smile as she took one hand back to pat his cheek.

“Things are going to work out. Dark Haven is going to thrive again, the world is going to rebuild. Harlow is going to fix this, and we will move on like we’re supposed to.”

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