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I double down, determined to make her fall apart. My tongue works faster, circling her clit with relentless precision. Ophelia's thighs clamp around my head, her hips bucking against my face as she chases her release. I groan into her, the vibrations making her gasp.

"Oh god, Leon, I'm so close," she pants, her fingers tightening in my hair.

I redouble my efforts, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and quick flicks against her clit. Her taste floods my senses, intoxicating and addictive. I could spend hours like this, worshipping her with my mouth, drawing out every moan and whimper.

Ophelia's back arches off the bed, her body going taut as a bowstring. "Leon!" she cries out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.

I don't let up, lapping at her greedily as she rides out her climax. Her thighs tremble against my cheeks, her fingersalternating between tugging at my hair and caressing my scalp. The dichotomy of pain and pleasure only spurs me on.

As her shudders begin to subside, I ease off, placing gentle kisses along her inner thighs. My cock throbs in my jeans, begging for attention, but I ignore it.

"Fuck," Ophelia breathes, her chest heaving. "That was..."

I look up at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed cheeks. Her hair is a tangled mess, spread out on the pillow like a dark halo. She's never looked more beautiful.

"Was that okay?" I ask, suddenly unsure. It's been so long since I've been with her—with anyone—like this. The fear of disappointing her again gnaws at me.

Ophelia looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smile on her face. "Not bad. Maybe there's hope for you yet."

I laugh softly, ignoring the painful throb of my neglected cock. "I aim to please."

She reaches out, cupping my cheek. "Thank you. For listening. For not pushing."

I turn my head, pressing a kiss to her palm. "I meant what I said before, Ophelia. Your happiness is what matters most to me."

"I know." She yawns, stretching languidly. "Now get out of here and go take care of that." She nods toward the obvious bulge in my jeans. "I need a nap."

I stand, adjusting myself with a wince. "Yes, ma'am."

As I reach the door, Ophelia calls out. "Leon?"

I turn back. "Yeah?"

She smiles, soft and genuine. "I'm glad you're here."

My heart swells. "Me too, Ophelia. Me too."

CHAPTER 47

OPHELIA

"Oh, God. Not more flowers," Maddox groans as Mace and the delivery man grunt, hauling yet another massive bouquet through the front door.

I peek around the corner, watching as they set down what looks like an entire florist's shop worth of my favorite blooms. The scent of roses, peonies, and sweet peas wafts through the air, mingling with the alphas' familiar scents.

Troy appears behind me, letting out a low whistle. "What is this, the twelve days of Christmas?"

"More like the twelve days of groveling," Maddox quips, rolling his eyes. "First the Mercedes, then the chocolates, and now this. What's next, puppies in every room?"

"Puppies wouldn't be so bad," Mace muses.

I can't help but smile, even as I shake my head at the extravagance. Maddox is right. Leon's been relentless in his efforts to make amends, showering me with gifts and gestures big and small. The custom baby blue car was a little over the top, but I have to admit, it's stylish.

It would have been one thing if he'd done all this before we were on better terms, or I would have thought he was just trying to buy my forgiveness.

He knows better than that, at least.

But now… now, he's pulling out all the stops and I can't really deny that it's nice.

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