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We needed to find a balance. That was something we’d never tried to do. We went all in without discussion, didn’t try to accommodate or shift, just expected the other to conform.

“We barely know each other anymore.” Rylan sounded so sad that I had to blink away tears of my own.

“We don’t. You’re right. But we can fix that.”

He leaned back, looking up at me, a mix of hope and fear in his expression.

“Can we? Can we really do this again after all this time?”

“Of course, we can,” I said as firmly as possible. “There’s nothing we can’t fix, Rylan. Especially now that we know the full truth. Having a pack will only balance that out.”

Maybe it was the drinks we’d had with dinner, but I doubted it. I think we were simply both letting this relationship wash over us again, reveling in the presence and the relief that the wait was over.

We still had each other and we were both willing to see what happened next.

Not another word was spoken as I followed him up to his suite, his hand curled around mine.

The dog I’d bought for him without realizing it was in love, too. Chorizo was pressed against his leg as we walked, glancing up from time to time in adoration.

I could relate.

When Rylan opened the door, Chorizo waited for me to unhook him before running deeper into the suite.

He went through the far door, curling up on the bed before softly snoring like he always did.

“I guess he’s claiming Roxie’s bed. That leaves mine open,” my mouthy omega said with a smirk.

“Baby, we don’t have to do this,” I reminded him. “I’ll be here tomorrow, and the next day, and every day you allow me to be in your presence. I’ll spend the rest of our lives proving that I am a worthy delta. I hate what I did, and I want to make it up to you. But I also don’t want to push it too soon.”

“We’ll be doing all that, but starting tonight,” he said firmly, voice breathy. He kept his eyes on me as he shrugged out of his button-up shirt.

Rylan had always been gorgeous. Between his dark hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin, I’d always found him sexy. The years apart had only made him more so.

His curls were longer now. Glossy and perfect, framing his handsome face. He had stubble now and had lost some of the softness to it.

I was moving before I realized it, helping him out of his jeans, crouching down to help him step out of each leg, placing gentle kiss kisses on the bare skin it revealed.

His cock was hard and leaking, waiting inches from my face. I didn’t even have to think before I was wrapping my lips around him, swirling my tongue, getting him wet before gliding my mouth up and down his length. I was taking my time like he enjoyed, letting my hands knead the softness of his rounded ass as I tortured him slowly.

At last for now. It never lasted long for him before he was taking control.

Loving Rylan had always come easy to me, and now it was like muscle memory. His head fell back, fingers tightening in my short hair as he tugged at it. He was never a soft and gentle lover. He was a demanding one.

I relaxed my throat, knowing what was coming, and he didn’t disappoint.

Rylan fucked my face furiously, his cock sliding over my tongue and into my throat. I relaxed, taking everything he wanted to give me. I breathed through my nose, content to give my omega exactly what he needed. This was him reclaiming his delta, branding me and punishing me in the only way he knew how.

His scent was so much stronger now, the sweetness rounding out the tartness, filling my senses as I breathed him in with every breath.

His presence was sinking into my bones, chasing away years of darkness that I didn’t think was ever going to lift.

My own cock was aching, leaving a damp spot in my boxers. I wanted nothing more than to pin him to this mattress and fuck him senseless, but I was also afraid that it was too much, too fast.

“Fuck, delta, I’m going to come,” he warned me. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, giving him the extra push he needed.

I needed to taste him, to feel him come, let him brand me from the inside out.

“Greer,” he whimpered as his hips slammed forward, locking in place with his cock deep in my throat as he came. His screams were so loud now his voice went hoarse.