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She hummed, unable to turn and look at the door when I was holding her jaw in my firm grip, and her hand fumbled until she found the knob, twisting it and throwing the door open. She squeaked as I bent and lifted her up, one arm banded under her bottom. It put her chest at eye level, and I groaned and stumbled, burying my face between her breasts. Her fingers slid into my hair as she whimpered, her touch combing through curls and pulling gently on strands. I considered the advantage of the floor beneath us and how it might serve as well as a nest for my purposes of being inside Mairwen as soon as possible.
The nest.
She was worried about the nest. Compliments made her perfume. I would—
I lifted my face from her now brilliantly pink breasts—there was a rough mark that must have been from my mouth, and I licked my lips, delighted by the taste of salt and honey—and turned toward the bed.
"Ah."
No, Ronson, you idiot, I cursed as Mairwen's perfume withered and she sagged in my arms.
"I warned you," she breathed.
She had, unfortunately, been right. It was not a very good nest. Mairwen had draped several sheets over the posters of my bed and tied them in a knot at the center, slightly tented by a rope hanging over one of the hooks from the beamed ceilings. It was thin, small, and probably not very secure.
In her defense, she had never had to build a nest that would stand up to a dragon, let alone one in the middle of the rut's sexual frenzy.
She's nervous and she's inexperienced, I reminded myself.
She was also squirming. My arms tightened around her briefly and then relented, setting Mairwen down on her toes.
"I can—I can do a bit more now," she said, turning toward the nest.
I caught her by her shoulders and yanked her back to my chest. "No," I said, softening the harsh word with a kiss to the crown of her head. "This will do very well for tonight."
"You don't have to—"
I spun her, muffling her words with another kiss, pleased as she sank into me, opened her lips and sighed as I swept my tongue briefly against hers. My interest hadn't cooled, but my good sense had clawed its way up from the haze of lust.
"I have an idea," I murmured, grazing my mouth back and forth over Mairwen's.
"Hmm?"
She was delicious, and for a moment I wavered. Even inexperienced, she was so sweet, so responsive. I could easily ensure her enjoyment and my own tonight. I could have her stripped and under me in the shabby nest. I could have my hands and mouth everywhere I wanted them.
Because I was the alpha.
I swallowed hard and stood straight, combing the loose strands that had escaped Mairwen's tight twist of hair back behind her ear.
"The rut will come soon and I will need you, badly," I said, and Mairwen's eyes fluttered open, glowing brightly. She nodded, and I wanted to groan and give into all my base wishes at that dazed surrender. "But until that time, I think we ought to…explore one another."
"Explore?" Mairwen echoed.
I nodded. "You should have a slower introduction to sex than…than what I might like to do at the moment," I said with a rueful smile.
Mairwen's lips twisted, and her eyes cleared. "Like practice, so I know what I'm doing during the rut?"
I frowned. The words were right, but I also somehow felt as though I misstepped.
"Yes, and so I know what to do for you, Mairwen," I said. "So you know what to expect and aren't frightened, or uncomfortable."
She wet her lips with a pink tongue that I was already craving another taste of, and her gaze slid away from me. She scowled at the nest she'd built, and I found myself staring at the mark I'd made on her chest. Had I…bitten her? And why couldn't I recall?
"Could we take turns?"
My mouth went dry at the question.