Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
Greer
My throat was raw. I had talked more in the past few hours than I had in all the years apart from my omega.
I could barely believe Rylan was sitting in front of me now. His scent of dark, sweet plums, cherries, and red wine was almost too much for me to take.
“So, we were both idiots,” Rylan finally choked out. We’d been sitting in silence while we both processed.
When he finally looked up again, I could tell he was beating himself up. I hated that. The last thing I wanted was for him to be hurting.
“I think we’ve beat ourselves up enough. Can I… can I hold you?” His eyes were glassy, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. There was longing in his gaze. It was easy to see he wanted this as badly as I did, but I wouldn’t push.
Even if I was tired of denying myself any pleasure or happiness in life, I’d be patient. He came first. Always.
I waited until he gave me a small nod, an acknowledgment that this was also what he craved. Then I pulled him into my arms. It felt like years of carrying weight around on my shoulders had finally lifted.
I scooped up my omega, pulled him into my lap, and buried my nose in his neck, breathing him in.
That scent always did things to me. My cock was rock hard in seconds, pulsing and angry, desperate for him.
But it went beyond desire. Just having him in my arms seemed to loosen and soothe the stiff muscles that had plagued me this entire season. Having him close woke up every cell in my body like they’d been dormant until he was back in our arms.
Rylan clung to me just as desperately. His low whine shattered what little remained of my heart and I let out a ragged purr that grew stronger by the minute, my delta trying desperately to soothe him.
My omega’s nose was pressed against my collarbone, his breathing almost unhinged as he sucked in deep lungfuls of my scent.
I hoped my scent wasn’t still burnt around the edges, bitter from years of hurt and pain.
Rylan was hard now, too, hips rocking gently against me, teasing me but I couldn’t give in.
As much as my delta wanted to fuck him right here and now in the middle of the courtyard, there was a sleeping puppy at my feet, and that wasn’t what we needed right now.
We needed this. A connection.
We had already talked through everything we both felt about that time in our lives. It hurt to hear everything he’d endured, but we had to put everything out there or we’d never heal.
I explained why I left, said that I couldn’t hide anymore. I didn’t want to spend our lives being a secret, hidden away and unable to show him off. It was important for me to be authentic.
My chest ached at the thought of him waking up to find me gone and an impersonal note left to greet him.
That was after crying himself to sleep the night before, his family openly rejecting him for liking both men and women.
It always blew my mind that they felt that way. There were so many packs in the world with mixed relationships.
At the end of the day, fate was in charge. We would be insane not to give our scent-matches a chance. More often than not, it was a perfect match. Anyone who threw away that chance was insane.
For me, it was love at first sight. The very first time I laid eyes on Rylan I was hooked.
Even after everything, I thought of nothing but him for years. I couldn’t touch another omega or anyone else at all.
Roxie was the first omega I’d even given a second glance to. I wanted to put things right and take it slow but I wasn’t sure what would happen now. It was different knowing she was mates with Rylan and the team. We’d be spending time together even if we weren’t mates.
“I need to text Roxie and check in with her,” Rylan finally broke the silence.
At the mention of the omega, he sat up straighter, pushing off my chest to stare up into my eyes.
“She told me you’re mates and that you wanted to try with her…” he trailed off and I could practically see the insecurity on his face.
“Roxie was the first omega I’d even looked at since I left,” I promised.
“I couldn’t date, either,” Rylan said, relaxing back against my chest, his cheek and ear pressed against me as if he was listening to my heartbeat, reassuring himself that I was real and that we were both here in this moment.
“I’ve got you,” I promised. My hands ran lazily up and down his back, soothing him. “I’m never letting you go again if you give me the chance.”
“I was so mad at you for so long,” he said, his voice cracking in a way that broke my heart in two.
I’d caused that.
“Stop. It’s on me, too. It’s on both of us.”
It was. I could see that now.
As much as I said I would die for this omega—and I would—I didn’t want to have to give up everything I cared about, either.
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.
Rylan’s omega was so needy and desperate to be claimed again that his cock barely went soft as I pulled away from him.
“Come on, let’s get some rest,” I offered.
Rylan’s eyes narrowed. “Absolutely not. You’re going to fuck me into this mattress right now. I’ve waited long enough.”
“We have to be careful, baby. I can’t let you regret this. It’ll break me.”
“The only way I’m regretting this, is if I wake up alone in this bed tomorrow, delta.”
I studied him for a moment, making sure he was serious.
The moment I was sure, I moved, lifting him up and tossing him on the bed. My hands tore away my clothes, not caring if they ripped, simply needing no barriers between us.
My omega did the same before scrambling to his hands and knees, pressing his face into the mattress, and wiggling his ass in the air.
“Please,” he begged, widening his knees so I had more room. I was frozen as I watched my omega writhe on the bed, begging and growing needier by the second.
This was a sight that I thought I’d lost forever. But he was here and he was mine.
I had to soak that in.
When he whimpered again, turning to stare at me, I finally moved forward, hands trailing over his bronze skin, reminding myself how he felt, memorizing the feel of his body under mine.
How had I lived without this for so long?
Despite his pleas, I took my time prepping him before finally sinking into his ass. He was so tight and hot around me, and it took every bit of control to not explode right then and there.
I fucked him slowly, trying hard not to rut him right here in this bed. We weren’t ready for that.
Somehow, I managed to take my time, memorizing every sigh and sound he released, reveling in the field of being home again.
I’d been wandering and lost for years, but I was ready to reclaim my omega. To make this right and never let him go again.