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Chapter NineRONSON
This is what comes of letting a curious, fearless virgin have free rein to explore, I thought, burying my panting breaths into the bed as Mairwen feathered light touches over the surprisingly sensitive stretch of my wings. And in spite of the sticky pool of arousal pressed between my belly and the mattress, and the painfully sharp ache of my erect cock, and the fact that Mairwen had been over my wings twice now and studied every inch of what was available to her from my position face down while leaving me simmering and ready to burst, I was gri
Mairwen was perfuming.
I was gasping at the air, searching for every lick of the heady, dizzying scent of her, trying not to rut into the bed and set myself off into the sheets. Although perhaps that would be better. Maybe Mairwen would elect to leave me face down for the rest of the night. Or maybe she would let me roll over and approach my dripping, throbbing cock with the same studious determination she'd met my sac with, and I'd shoot off at the first chance and terrify her with my roar.
But I didn't care what happened next. She was perfuming.
I groaned as her hands pulled away from my wings, brushing briefly around my hips, and my grin turned into a frown as she shuffled off the back of my legs. I liked her heat against me.
"Roll over."
My brain stalled at the gentle command.
"Can you lie on your wings, or will it hurt?"
Roll over, damnit, I snapped at myself. I pulled my wings in close, ignoring the odd, reluctant pang, as if they already missed the young woman's touch, and pushed myself up from the mattress, grimacing at the wet stain I'd left on the sheet. I would have to either lie on top of that, or let Mairwen see what she'd done to me. And then probably have to answer carefully posed and torturously i
I sighed as I turned and then collapsed roughly at the picture of Mairwen kneeling at my side. I landed in the wet spot, and my cock bounced and slapped against my belly.
She was…lovely.
Her hair was mussed, and strands rose and clung to the sheet around her head like a chaotic halo. The candlelight that bled through the sheets into our nest made a valiant effort at cutting into her chemise too, revealing a cruel glimpse of the lushest curves I'd ever even imagined. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright and fixed to my stomach—no, my cock, I realized—and her lips pursed in consideration, growing full and tempting.
"Mairwen," I called.
"Hmm?" She trailed her fingers through the hair on my thighs, grazing around the taut line of a tensing muscle, but her eyes remained focused on my twitching length. It was eager for an introduction to those exploring fingers.
"Come here," I said.
She blinked and glanced up, brow furrowing.
"Come explore my mouth for a moment," I continued. I want to kiss you.
She smiled, and I bit off a moan as her hand made an absent path up my thigh, over my hip and chest, skirting my needy length as she stretched out at my side. It was meant to be her night, but I was impatient, and I grabbed for her, dragging her to lie on top of me, claiming the back of her neck in one hand to draw her mouth down to mine.
I told myself to be gentle, tentative, but Mairwen sighed and her breath was sweet and her perfume was stronger up close like this, and I'd lost the grasp on my control a quarter of an hour ago when she'd nuzzled her soft cheek against the back of my thigh. I groaned and licked into her open mouth, devouring her whimper with a swirl of my tongue, searching her mouth for her flavor and then mourning the loss as I stole it away.
My hands were equally greedy and unmanageable, helping themselves to full handfuls of her flesh through the soft chemise. I stroked her thighs, then couldn't help but wrap my arms around her waist to yank her closer. The barrier of the cotton between our bodies caused boiling frustration to race through me, and I rooted for the hem before settling on gathering it up with fistfuls of her perfect, plush ass.
"Ronson!"
I growled against her lips, then scraped my teeth over them and found them slick and swollen from kisses. Was she slick and swollen between her thighs too? Could I move the chemise and plant her pussy on my cock, rock against her until we both found relief?
Delicate fingers wrapped around my wrists, and I arched up, grinding myself into cotton and soft flesh. The fingers tightened, cuffing my hands.
"Ronson," Mairwen called, tone sharp and cutting through the haze.
My head cleared enough to release her, and she drew my cuffed hands away from her body, pushing them back into the pillows under my head. My eyelids drooped, and my hips bucked in a plea. I did not mind being at Mairwen's mercy in the least, not with the collar of her chemise coming loose, offering me exquisite shadows to guess at.
"It's my turn still," she said, smiling.
"You're doing too good a job," I answered, groaning as her perfume richened in the air. Compliments. "And you feel perfect on top of me, don't you think? Bring your mouth back, Mairwen."
The pink stains on her cheeks were ru
I laughed, and she straightened, still holding my hands down, not that I was fighting her. I hadn't offered to let women lead in bed very often, but Mairwen made a compelling case for the dynamic, as shy and unpracticed as she was. She released my hands slowly and one at a time, eyes narrowed like she was expecting me to grab at her again. I left them in the pillows, the picture of surrender.
She rose up on her knees, brushing her hair back, frowning at the partially pi
There was a shiny dribbling trail leading from my belly to my cock, and Mairwen hummed, stroking her thumb through the mess. I held my breath, my eyes growing so wide, I thought they might fall out of my face, as she raised her thumb to her nose, sniffing briefly and then parting her lips. Her eyes caught mine, tongue poised against her bottom lip, and she froze.
"Don't stop," I gasped out.
Mairwen blinked, expression wavering as she struggled over a decision, probably between obeying my request or asking me a dozen questions. Why was I leaking? Why did she like the scent? Why did I like the idea of her tasting me? Instead, she glanced away and pressed her thumb to her tongue. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips curved in a smile. An alpha would taste almost as good to an omega as an omega would to an alpha. Which only made me torn between encouraging her to taste me or begging her to come and hover her sex over my mouth.
"There's so much of you," she murmured. I broke out into a rakish grin at the a
I was only briefly disappointed that her gaze left my cock, because she moved her hands up to my chest next, planting them over the thick muscles and coarse curls and squeezing, not unlike the way I wanted to be squeezing her breasts. She blushed and shied her stare away.
"Close your eyes," she said.
"Don't ask that."
"Please?"
I chewed over my refusal. She'd been brave enough to fondle my balls when I'd been on my belly, and she hadn't so much as accidentally nudged my cock now that I was looking at her. With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes.
Waiting like this was torture. I stiffened as Mairwen's breath rustled over my chest, and the soft, light weight of her chemise grazed my cock.
"Would I really gush just from you…you know, like you said earlier?" she asked.
I peeked one eye open, and a strangled moan rose from my chest as Mairwen traced a fingertip around my small, dark nipple. "I th-think so," I rasped out. "It's possible, and I'd like to try."
"Hmm," she mused, and I forced my eye shut once more, clenched them tight, and braced as Mairwen's head lowered to my chest.
Her mouth was warm and gentle, tracing over my chest in small kisses, tongue occasionally peeking out.
"Let me touch you," I begged as she covered me in those tiny wet marks.
"Only a little," she answered. "Hold my hair back?"
My hands shook, but she was too busy to notice, and her hair was silky and smooth as I gathered every stray strand back, combing pins out of limp curls, struggling not to force her mouth where I wanted it. There were too many directions to choose from anyway. Aside from the obvious need to shove her down to my aching cock, was an almost equal imperative to drag her up back up to my mouth, to direct her toward all the small places she'd missed earlier and had yet to greet. One of her hands was circling fingertips around my right nipple until it was so sweetly sore I thought I might burst, and the other was gently scratching her nails over my hip, close but not close enough to my length.
"Mairwen, please," I whispered.
I didn't know what I was begging for, but it wasn't my decision anyway. Mairwen was exploring, and when her open mouth covered my neglected nipple, tongue circling at the same patient pace as her fingertips, we were both in uncharted territory. My breathing was ragged and full of whimpers, my hips lifting from the bed until I found her belly, grinding shamelessly against her.
"This is what you want to do to me?" she asked, voice so light and calm in comparison to the devastation she was raining down on me.
"Yes, and—" It took me several tries to swallow.
"And?" she prompted.
"And suck."
She let out a small sound of curiosity, and then she was sucking on me. My eyes opened wide at the first beautiful tugging sensation, a lightning-sharp zing of pressure down to the base of my balls. My wings burst out from under me, snagging and tearing on the sheet walls of the nest, tugging one free from the knot she'd formed and dropping it down on top of us.
Mairwen pulled away, and I choked on an agonized roar, pulling my fingers free from her hair to tear the sheet back off, throwing it over the edge of the bed with a curse.
"Oh dear," she said, in the smallest voice.
"It doesn't matter," I snarled, fighting the urge to gather her to my chest, to tear the rest of the nest down, and roll her into the mattress, to bury myself inside of her and never leave until I'd explained in detail and action every other depraved thing I would've liked to explore with her.
Except I saw her face, fallen and disappointed, wincing at the brighter light of the candles, her shoulders hunching high.
Compliments, damnit. And…
"Please, Mairwen. Please don't stop."
She blinked, her shoulders dropping, and her eyes found mine.
"Fang's fire, omega, don't stop touching me. I'll… Mairwen, please." Only a tiny percent of my pained pleas were calculated to distract her from the disaster of the nest.