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Harlow

Tuesday Morning

Drake’s Room

N ightmares of Vane plagued my sleep. More than once I heard Drake’s voice calming me until I slipped into another round of nightmares.

Voices eventually pulled me from sleep, and I sighed in relief as I opened my eyes to Hiro and Drake cuddling next to me.

“That was the worst sleep of my life,” I muttered as I forced myself to sit up.

Hiro snorted humorlessly.

“Same,” he muttered. “We fucking wrecked Vane.”

“Ivar described it as a massacre,” Drake proclaimed. “You took back the power, that’s huge.”

“And gross,” I muttered. Looking down I expected my body to be covered in blood, but I was wearing only a large tee that smelled like Drake’s cologne, and I was clean. “Where’s the blood?”

“I got you both cleaned up with Ivar’s help,” Drake said. “You looked like a crime scene.”

“How do you feel, Hiro?” I asked. He looked at me and his eyes shadowed. There was a hint of embarrassment and shame there, like he didn’t want me to know he froze.

We didn’t get to choose our trauma or how we reacted to it. I’d never fault him for that.

“I remembered Hiro dying. I don’t know how I got that memory since it isn’t mine, but I saw it happen. It was—” A sob escaped as Drake and I moved in around him.

“You don’t have to—” I tried to reassure him.

“No, I do,” he stated, swiping angrily at his tears. His emerald eyes held so much heartbreak I wanted to kill everyone who’d ever hurt him. Hiro and Roman both deserved better. “It’s the only way I can heal.”

“Okay, we’re here,” Drake promised as he gripped Hiro’s shoulder in his hand, grounding him.

“My family was abusive. Well, Roman’s, I guess,” he said with a grimace.

“Yours, too. That trauma and those memories are real, you are real, Hiro,” I said before he could let that get too far into his mind.

He nodded. “You’re right.” He almost looked relieved to hear it. “I’m almost afraid if the trauma gets better, if we talk about it, that I’ll disappear.”

I shook my head. “Your trauma doesn’t just go away when you talk about it. It may get easier to handle, but there will always be triggers or moments that bring it right back. You’re a part of Roman and all of us.”

It was not something we could truly promise Hiro and he knew it, but us wanting to believe it had to be enough.

“God, it feels so good to hear that,” he admits. “I’ve been dwelling on this shit from the moment I found out.”

“Talk to us when that happens,” Drake growled. Hiro looked up at him and smirked.

“Yes, Alpha,” he teased, earning a glare. But then his face fell and he let out a shaky breath. “You guys almost make me feel normal sometimes. I never thought we’d find someone or multiple people who give a shit about us, much less to be in a relationship with.”

“We all thought that. This is why we’re fighting so hard to take back Dark Haven,” I said. “We deserve to have this.” I gestured between the three of us, and Drake nodded, though he didn’t add more.

We fell into silence while Hiro found his thoughts again. My fingers trailed over his arm, hoping it would help soothe him and ground him while he relived the awful memories that had held them captive for far too long.

Hiro gripped onto our hands as he started. “My mom and dad both hated us. I found out later it was because she cheated on him with another alpha. But she just saw us as something to blame her troubles on when the truth came out. It started with words. I can still hear her shrill voice telling us how we ruined her life, and Dad’s angry yells calling us bastards. Then the physical shit started. A fist, a belt, a beer bottle, whatever he could reach. She’d just sit back and watch, a smug smile on her face as if we were getting what we deserved.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, squeezing him back. He nodded but didn’t let it stop him even as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Our family knew and they did nothing. No one saved us. At least not until Roman... wait, Hiro died. I don’t know if I’m remembering this part as well because it’s a bit foggy. Our dad picked up a golf club this time. Roman took the first hits, then me, then him. I guess it was Hiro that died, though we were both near death.”

“How did you get out?” Drake prompted when he got lost in the memories for too long.

“A neighbor called it in, heard our screams of pain, I guess,” he said. “The cops came, and they both got locked up. We weren’t even allowed to go to the funeral for... Hiro. Then I ended up a ward of the state, hopping from home to home and ward to ward. Because from that day on, Roman and I shared a body. We tried to hide it at first, but the blackouts and changes were unsettling to the foster parents, I guess. We kept changing names and personalities, I’m sure that freaked them out, too. Finally, we were diagnosed. I guess no one wanted to tell us the truth.”

He laid his head back against Drake’s shoulder, exhausted now. Nothing drains you like facing your inner demons.

“You’re a badass Hiro, never think anything different. You both found a way to survive and now to thrive,” I reminded him. “Give yourself some credit.”

“Now Vane is dead. Your demons are out in the open, it’s only up from here, right?” Drake sounded so unsure of his pep talk, we both burst out laughing and he huffed like he was offended, but from the gleam in his eyes it did what he wanted, broke the tension.

“So, now what?” I asked.

“I wish we could order pizza and just veg out today, watching some TV or something,” Hiro said.

“You know we’ve been cooped up too long when pizza sounds like heaven.” I laughed.

“Pizza is life,” Hiro said with a laugh that felt slightly unhinged.

“I’ll grab pizza, what do you like?” Drake asked. “I’ve left several times; I’m not actually ordered to be here.”

“Wait . . . what?” Hiro said.

“It makes sense since you’re half demon, I just never considered it.” I laughed. “And you chose us crazies?”

“I like my lovers to be a little unhinged,” he teased as he stood and changed his clothes. Both of us watched as he bared his skin for us.

Hiro tapped my chin. “You’re drooling, babe.” I flipped him off as I grabbed Drake’s laptop off his desk.

“You have movies on here?” I asked since we didn’t have access to the usual streaming sites here. We got outdated TV or some terrible movies Nurse Drew brought in on weekends.

“Yeah, just click the entertainment folder,” he said as he tucked his wallet in his jeans. “Any requests?”

“No veggies,” Hiro said, wrinkling his nose.

“Pepperoni and extra cheese?” I asked with my best puppy-dog eyes. He shook his head and left. A soft knock in the distance meant he stopped and asked the others, and that made me appreciate him even more.

“He’s changed a lot,” Hiro noted. “He used to be so angry all the time. We never would have connected if you hadn’t come here.”

“I didn’t do anything to change him, though,” I said. “Other than push his buttons and piss him off.”

“You got past his walls somehow,” Hiro said, refusing to let me hide it.

“Maybe it was the day I wanted my body back and demanded he fuck me, no strings attached. Then there were suddenly strings.” I snorted.

“Strings look good on you two,” he said as he pulled me down for a kiss.

Hiro was finding himself, his confidence, and it was hot as fuck. I breathed in his sweet and smokey scent and sighed happily.

“I like this new Hiro,” I said as he pulled away. “You can feel free to kiss me any time you want.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he grinned, a blush coloring his cheeks. “Now pick something.”

I opened the folder Drake pointed out and was surprised to find an insane amount of titles he’d downloaded.

“Who knew he was a movie buff,” I joked. “Then again, we’re stuck here and he has been here for his entire life.”

“True,” Hiro agreed. “Anything scary in there?”

“Really? You don’t get enough of that here?” I deadpanned.

He grinned up at me. “At least we know the movie is fake.”

We got the movie loaded and snuck into the snacks for some popcorn, just sitting back down when Drake walked back in with a stack of boxes and an armful of drinks.

“Alright, what did you pick?” he asked as he dropped the boxes on the bed and handed us sodas.

“You’re my hero.” I hummed as I took a drink of the fountain soda. It was one thing you didn’t realize you’d miss until it wasn’t an option.

“We picked this one,” Hiro said, pointing out the demon movie he’d chosen so we could laugh at the differences.

“Interesting choice.” Drake snorted as he joined us, handing us each a pizza box. “Just eat what you want, I’ll take the rest up to Mom later.”

“When are we moving her down here?” I asked.

“I’m not sure, I’ve been putting it off because of her nurse,” he admitted. “She’s used to her.”

“So, move the nurse down here with us. Kol kicked Drew to the curb. I doubt she shows her face again,” I said. “We got the room cleaned up; we just have to get her things. Maybe that nurse will actually give us the right meds.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” he admitted.

“Then do it. We’ll find a way to make it easy on her,” I promised.

“She loves plants, I want to grab her some,” he said. “It seems so stupid with how things are going here. But I want her to not have to stare at plain walls.”

“There’s got to be a nursery around here somewhere. Go spend some of Vane’s money and get her what she deserves,” Hiro said.

“We can help set it all up,” I agreed.

Drake, in true Drake fashion, angrily turned on the movie and took an aggressive bite of pizza in response.

“Stop being so nice, it’s weird,” he muttered. I knocked my shoulder into his but didn’t take it any further.

In two hours, we’d eaten most of the pizza outside of a few pieces of each kind we reserved for his mom. We spent half of the movie laughing at their attempt at demons. The creatures didn’t even have claws, fangs, or tails, just red-painted human men with no hair.

Why were they always bald?

We made no attempt to move at first, just Hiro and I snuggled into Drake with an arm around each of us.

For a while it was innocent, but the more Drake stroked his hand over Hiro’s arm, the more he shifted. It was like he was trying to find the courage to initiate something but both Drake and I wouldn’t push him.

He had to make the first move.

“Will you guys help me?” Hiro asked after another ten minutes, breaking the silence.

“Of course,” I said. not even having to hear the words to know what he meant.

“I want to move past this, and I’ve wanted to fuck you both for a long time, but I just can’t get out of my head,” he admitted.

“Let me direct you,” Drake said. “No thinking involved, just feeling.”

“Fuck,” Hiro groaned at the thought, palming his already hardening cock.

“I’m not opposed to this idea at all,” I whispered, already letting my fingers trail over Hiro’s side and down to his hip. I’d never considered myself the dominant type but Hiro’s reactions to my touch were heady, and I wanted more.

“Harlow, take off Hiro’s clothes, then he can help you with yours,” Drake said in a husky tone. I crawled off the bed and took Hiro’s hand, tugging until he followed suit.

He was nervous, tense, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long.

As I pushed his shirt up, my fingers teased his warm skin, and he shivered as I lifted it off. His breath caught as I undid the button, pushing his pants and boxers over his hips.

I may have seen Roman naked, but this felt different, it was different. Hiro was shy, held himself differently, and I wanted to bring out every sigh and moan from him that I could.

“Can I?” I asked Drake, slowly licking my lip so he had no question as to what I wanted to do.

“Suck him off, Harlow. But let him undress you first,” he demanded. Hiro wasn’t as teasing but eager as he pulled off my clothes piece by piece. His eyes raked over my body, and he groaned at the sight of me. “Touch her tits, Hiro. Feel how heavy they are in your hands.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Hiro breathed out as he pressed his hands to my breasts. He was shy at first, tentative. Then he gained confidence, kneading and testing their weight in his hands. His breath hitched as he pinched my nipple, pulling a moan from my lips.

Before Hiro could get too far, I dropped to my knees. He glanced down at me through hooded eyes as I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him. The knot was there but showed no signs of growing. Maybe he would be the beta he thought he was for this.

Hiro’s mouth fell open as he watched my tongue dart out, cleaning the pre-cum off the tip of his cock. The salty taste of him and the sweetness of his scent was the perfect combination. I hummed as his flavor burst over my tongue, my thighs squeezing together to stave off the ache as slick slid lazily down my inner thighs.

The noises Hiro made were so fucking good. Each swipe of my tongue was met with a low moan and when I squeezed my fist around the base of his cock he let out a needy whimper that had a fresh wave of slick flooding my pussy.

Hiro was new to this, so I started slowly, bobbing my head over him in lazy movements. It wasn’t until he was shifting his hips forward, begging for more, that I swallowed around him.

That was his breaking point.

Hiro surprised me as he took over, fucking my mouth ruthlessly. His hands tangled in my hair and squeezed tight enough my scalp stung. The pain struck through me, my entire body aching for his touch.

Having him lose control at the feel of my mouth around him was amazing. He used me for his own pleasure, not overthinking or holding back, just taking what he needed.

It was fucking perfect.

“Don’t come,” Drake warned him. Hiro groaned and tightened his fist and thrust twice more before pulling back. His chest was heaving and sweat glistened on his skin, a sign he was barely holding onto his control.

Drake laughed coldly. “I’m going to teach you a little bit about edging, Hiro.” Drake stood and circled him like a shark, tracing a finger over his naked chest. Our beta was responsive, shuddering at the ghost of a touch.

“No,” Hiro groaned in protest. Likely at the thought of having to hold back.

Drake froze, eyes snapping to Hiro’s.

“Did you just tell me no?” The deadly calm in his voice was so fucking hot. Another wave of my scent hit the room, sweeter than usual and mixed with the scent of my slick. They both barely bit back a groan until Drake growled, focusing back on Hiro.

The beta swallowed hard and looked down.

“Sorry, Alpha.” Drake forced him to look up with a finger under his chin before claiming his mouth. The kiss wasn’t sweet, but brutal and demanding, taking everything Hiro offered and swallowing it down.

I bit my lip as heat pooled between my thighs, and I had to clench them together. The sight of them together was something burnt into my brain now, a memory I’d never forget.

When Drake pulled away, he glanced at me, smirking at how much they were affecting me.

“It looks like our girl likes to watch. Do you think she’d like to watch me fuck you, Hiro? Or maybe I should tell you how to fuck her? That’s a hard choice.” He tapped his chin as he studied us, knowing damn well we were loving being dominated. “You know what, I think I’ve got an idea. Lay on the bed, Harlow, spread your legs.”

I didn’t hesitate to do as Drake told me, stretching out and letting my legs fall open.

Hiro licked his lips as he took me in, squeezing his cock to calm himself down again.

“Use your tongue on her,” Drake continued.

Hiro settled between my thighs and licked a stripe over my pussy. It was slow and tentative, unsure. Drake wrapped his hand around Hiro’s throat and squeezed enough a whimper fell out of his lips.

“Do it like you mean it!” Drake barked out the order. Hiro groaned before diving back in, this time not holding back on me. He sucked hard on my clit before teasing into my core. “Two fingers inside of her. Stretch her out as you work her with your mouth.”

Hearing Drake talk like that, telling Hiro what to do, was almost as fucking amazing as having Hiro’s mouth on me. I was already so turned on it didn’t take much for him to bring me my first orgasm.

“Curl your fingers slightly,” Drake purred in his ear. The moment he followed the direction, I lost it, my pussy clenching around his fingers as I came undone, crying out their names.

I was still breathing heavily when Drake crawled on the bed and hovered over me, kissing me roughly as his fingers slid over my skin. My hips rocked forward despite just coming, begging him for more, and he didn’t hold back.

His fingers swirled over my clit in a punishing rhythm. There was no choice but to follow his lead, my body shattering again with a few touches.

I’d never come this easily in my life. I was sensitive, my pussy now aching in the best way.

“On your hands and knees, Harlow,” Drake ordered as he pulled away. Again, I followed the order, flipping over and laying my face on the mattress, ass in the air. “Hiro, fuck our girl.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Hiro said as he settled behind me, his cock toying with my entrance before he pushed forward.

He was slow this time, his breath coming out in small pants as he tried to force himself not to come already. Hiro stilled inside of me for a moment, his head resting on my spine as he breathed in and out in an attempt to keep his control.

“You feel so fucking good, Harlow,” he bit out.

Drake slid his hands down my body, then to Hiro’s. “Take her, Hiro. Fuck her hard and fast until you fill her with your cum.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Hiro breathed out, pulling back before slamming forward hard enough my fingers gripped at the sheets.

Strong hands tightened on my hips as he held me in place, fucking me as our boyfriend had ordered him to.

I glanced back in time to see Drake forcing Hiro’s head to the side, claiming his mouth roughly as he encouraged him to keep fucking me.

“Bite him, Drake. Claim our beta.”

Hiro whimpered, shifting his neck over more to give him room. That was answer enough for Drake who growled and clamped his teeth into Hiro’s flesh.

He slammed his hips into mine so harsh it was painful, but he slowed after, his eyes blissed out as their bond snapped into place.

“Bite our girl, Hiro.”

“Where did Roman bite you?” Hiro asked quietly, eyes scanning the bites that already marked my flesh. I held up one wrist before giving him my other.

“Keep fucking her,” Drake ordered. “Claim her inside and out. Take what’s yours.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Hiro slurred, hips snapping forward again at his orders. Drake’s hand snuck between us, putting pressure on my clit and ordering Hiro to claim me again.

This time he didn’t hesitate, biting down until a bond thrummed between the three of us, burrowing into my chest so I could feel them both. Lust, possessive need, and an unspoken love we hadn’t said out loud.

“Finish, Hiro. Give her your cum.”

Hiro’s hands were bruising me as he picked up the pace. His eyes were feral and his breathing ragged as he chased his own release. Drake made sure I followed, mine coming first so my pussy clamped around him. That had Hiro shattering completely.

He collapsed on me, knot not growing and I felt oddly satisfied by that. We both just clutched at each other as we caught our breath.

“Get up. Now.” Drake wasn’t done with us. He shifted Hiro off me and ordered me to my feet. I nearly collapsed on my wobbly legs but I was captivated at the sight of my half-demon.

Drake took my place, propping himself on the pillows next to Hiro and gesturing for me to join him, cock jutting in the air, thick and ready.

That wasn’t an offer I would ignore.

Especially when he looked that fucking good, his muscled body glistening and pierced cock on display for me.

I climbed on the bed and straddled him, sinking down on his cock slowly so I would feel every fucking stud of his piercings. One by one they brushed over my sensitive walls. My eyes rolled back and I shuddered.

“Ride me, Harlow. Eyes on, Hiro.”

Drake’s demand had me glancing to our boyfriend. He was sprawled out on the bed, already stroking his cock. I kept my gaze locked on his as I braced my hands on Drake’s chest, grinding my hips over him.

My legs were already shaking, and my mouth fell open as I neared another orgasm. I knew this one would be intense and tried to slow but Drake refused, taking over and guiding my hips with his hands.

My stomach clenched as my legs clamped around him, my orgasm slamming through me so harshly all I could do was scream.

I was overly sensitive, and it was bordering on too much to handle.

“My turn,” Drake growled before I even came down from that high. He let his demon take over slightly, body changing with it, his strength now enough to lift me and slam me down on his cock until he was coming.

He let out a low growl that had a shiver of pleasure racing down my spine.

By the time I collapsed on top of Drake, I was shaking, but sated. I never had more than one man at once but being with the two of them was amazing and definitely worth the wait.

I couldn’t help but wonder what a heat would be like. If they kept messing with my meds, I knew it was only a matter of time.