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Chapter FifteenRONSON
Iwas hard as stone. Harder. I was probably carving into the carpet and brick floor by sheer force of my outrageous arousal. My mouth was salivating to the point of nearly drowning me, and I thought the seams of my clothing might be just at the edge of tearing for how imperative it was to my mind and body that I get out of them and into Mairwen.
The air was thick to the point of heaviness, Mairwen's ambrosia of an omega perfume coating her skin and pooling on her in this perfect, shadowy, delicate, precious place. I hauled in a breath, and my purr roared in my chest. I nuzzled closer, ignoring the sharp pain of my stiff-enough-to-hammer-nails cock against the floor, my eyes rolling back as her slick arousal glossed against the tip of my nose.
"Ronson, what-what are you—"
"You know," I snarled back. "You liked my taste, didn't you, omega?"
She stiffened, her lush bottom flexing in my hands. I answered the gesture with a hearty squeeze and her breath gusted out.
"Oh."
Oh, indeed.
Oh, I had claimed an omega with a body made for touch, with breasts that tasted like spun sugar and honey and beeswax, whose perfume was a secret only I knew, and who quaked and shuddered and cried my name as she came from me feasting on her breasts alone.
Oh, I had not even been inside her yet, and I was certain I would never be satisfied with another woman.
Oh, my rut was hours away, and I would spend every minute making Mairwen feel pleasure, just to know all the ways she might reach her peak.
I opened my eyes for one last dark and sacred look at her, all wet and rosy, dark curls soft and tight, and then I set upon her with an open, starving mouth and a long groan in my chest.
Her taste was insanity and salvation—sweet and tangy, as rich and heady as DeRoche's fine liquor. One lick, and I was both sated and insatiable. Mairwen's whimper was a siren call in my ear. She was too quiet. I liked her voice and I wanted it loud and often, calling my name, pleading and praising.
I burrowed my tongue inside of her and got a sharp curse instead, one that drew a laugh from me. Her hips bucked, and I held them tightly, stroking my tongue up between her folds, searching for—
"Oh! Ronson! I-I—"
I resisted my grin. Victory. I teased my tongue around her clit, cleaning and claiming her flavor. Every little inch of her was so subtly different. Mine to memorize.
Mine.
I snarled and sucked on the spot until Mairwen was thrashing in my grip and then took mercy on her. Her breath sobbed, and I lifted my head to find her with an arm thrown over her face.
"You're not watching," I said.
"I can't," she moaned. I frowned, but she continued before I could object, "It's too much. Too much to feel. I can't look too. Not yet."
She's inexperienced. This is new. My head cleared a little, and I rested my cheek against her stomach, purring as she stroked a trembling hand through my hair.
"Do you want me to stop?" Please say no.
Mairwen's breath hitched, and her tongue slipped out, wetting her lips. It wasn't fair that I couldn't have my mouth on every part of her all at once. My dragon would devour her if given the chance. I would have to try and keep my head on during the rut, or I might end up…I didn't know. I suffered some u
Mairwen's hips lifted and nudged against my chin. "Don't stop," she whispered.
I gri
Mairwen moaned as I took her clit in a long, sloppy kiss, easing my finger inside of her slowly, patient when she tensed, stroking till she was sucking me in deeper.
"Did you ever put your fingers inside yourself, omega?" I called.
"N-no."
"Do you like mine in you?" I asked, plunging it in and out gently.
"Yes," she moaned, following the rhythm with a soft hitch of her hips.
"Do you want another? Want me to stretch you?" Please say yes. For both our sakes.
"Will-will you make me come?" she asked, voice trembling.
She was already starting to clench around my finger, and when I nipped a kiss on her clit she made a sweet sound, close to the edge.
"Always," I answered, lifting my head, delighted to find she was propped up on her elbows, watching me, eyes dark with arousal, cheeks and breasts flushed.
"Yes. I want more of you," she whispered.
I groaned and pressed my face between her legs, panting at the plea. I could tear open my trousers, thrust inside of her and give her everything. Take her mouth in a kiss and fuck her here on the old carpet until we were both limp and satisfied.
No. Not yet. Just another finger. To ready her. So she wouldn't be too surprised by how it felt when I was inside of her…when we finally—
"Ronson?"
I clasped my lips around her clit before she could say anything else to drive me out of my mind, turned her gasp into a shout, and slowly worked in my second finger, pumping her steadily, stretching her with a little spreading gesture.
"Ronson! Oh! I—Alpha!"
My wings drummed in the air and I snarled, lashing my tongue across Mairwen's clit, moaning as her thighs clamped around my hands and face, a soft, muffling press around my ears that muted everything but her taste on my tongue and the clamp of her core on my fingers and the slightly faded sound of her calling my name, calling me alpha, crying out her release.
I kept at her, licking up every sweet drop of her, curling my fingers inside of her core, knowing the power I had over her, the same she had over me. Another, my dragon roared, and this time we'd have our way. Mairwen would come again. I would make her weak, destroy her with these touches, and I would cherish her in the wreckage.
I appreciated Mairwen's work on the nest more the second time I saw it, with her bundled in my arms, dressed in a rumpled chemise and my great coat. She was sleeping, or at least pretending, her thighs chafed from my beard, breasts still rosy and tender, lips swollen from hungry kisses.
"It really is perfect, omega," I whispered.
Her cheeks turned pink as I laid her on the mattress. She was awake after all. An insatiable maw in my chest roared back to life as I pulled my coat away, revealing her gentle shape on the bed beneath me. The sun was rising over the isle, a hazy sugared violet staining the sky around the coral-pink bud of morning, but I had no intention of greeting the day.
No more petty beta disputes. No more alpha politics.
I pulled the curtains of the nest shut and turned back to the lovely shadows beneath me.
"Lift your hips," I said, drawing Mairwen's chemise up her thighs.
She blinked drowsily up at me but obeyed. "We're not sleeping?"
"Not yet."
Mairwen sighed and remained limp as I carefully undressed her. "You're still fully dressed. Is it still your turn? You don't…you don't mean to have your turn all day, do you?"
"What a wonderful thought," I said, gri
"Because I only had a few hours that night. It wouldn't be fair. In fact, I think we're even and—"
I shrugged out of my shirt, tossing it to the other side of the nest, and then dove down, muting Mairwen's speech with a firm kiss. She squirmed beneath me, not for escape but for closeness, tugging her legs out from under me to wrap around my waist, arching into my chest and nuzzling closer, parting her lips. I pulled my mouth from hers, digging my fingers into soft, cool sheets when she whined in complaint.
"No more turns, Mairwen. The rut is close. Tomorrow, I think." I grazed my mouth over her cheekbones, and she sighed. "All I want is for you and I to—"
Knock, knock, knock.
Mairwen barked out a sudden bright trill of laughter at the interruption—such a delightful, genuine sound that it managed to distract me from the immediate rage that tried to storm through me. She covered her giggle with her hand as I sat up, and I groaned at the sight of her breasts bouncing.
"Ronson—"
"Fucking no, Niall," I snarled in answer.
"There's a fire spreading from one of the estates toward the village," Niall called through the door.
Mairwen's laugh died abruptly and she scrambled up. I caught her in my arms, cursing myself as I found a bundle of deliciously lush curves pressed up against me.
Pin her down. Fuck her. Breed her.
It took so much effort to fight the order from my dragon that my body shook, resisting the urge to bury my face in Mairwen's neck and my cock in her soft, welcoming core.
"What estate?" Mairwen called, her own voice clear and sharp.
"Don't wiggle," I growled.
"Ronson, we have to go—"
I reared back, eyes wide. "You're not going anywhere!"
"The Quincy land."
Mairwen and I both stilled, and my eyes fell shut. Fuck.
"Ronson, that's right near my home," Mairwen breathed.
Your home is here, I wanted to snap, the fiery temper of the dragon too close at hand. I forced myself to shift away, cupping Mairwen's head with one hand and brushing a gentle kiss to her temple.
"I'm coming," I called to Niall, scrubbing a hand over my face as I pulled away from my omega, turning for the nest entrance.
"Where's my chemise? Oh! My dress and corset are downstairs and—Oh damnit, Ronson, you tore my corset."
I shoved aside the curtains of the nest and looked back to find a beautifully bare Mairwen scrambling after me. My hand lashed out without thinking, lightly shoving her back into the pillows.
"What do you think you're doing?"
Mairwen gaped up at me, her hair tangled and drooping around her face, body splayed in a deceptive invitation that took a painful determination to resist. "I'm coming with you!"
"Mairwen—"
The door creaked. "Ronson—"
"Don't you dare come through that door, Niall!" I roared. My voice shook in the air, and my mouth was hot and dry, a little dragon fire at the back of my throat.
The door clicked shut again and I gathered a breath, releasing it slowly, preparing to apologize to Mairwen for my temper, to urge her to stay here and keep me from losing my mind completely.
Instead, I found her standing, entirely naked, boldly glaring up at me, chin high and shoulders back like a queen. I salivated, and a growling purr rumbled in my chest.
"You can't stop me from leaving the castle," she said cooly.
Oh, I absolutely can, I thought, smirking.
Mairwen's eyes narrowed and then widened. "Are you considering tying me up?"
My knees buckled when her perfume floated around me, secretly teasing the idea she might not object to such a proposition under other circumstances.