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"I am now," I muttered, forcing my steps away from the temptation that was my omega. "I need to go, to haul water. I'll be at my wit's end with you there in danger, exposed. Mairwen, I need you to stay in the nest."
"I'll be at my wit's end here, Ronson," she whispered, drawing up a sheet and wrapping it around herself. I wanted to rip it out of her hands, and I had to cover my face, shield my gaze, to try and hold onto any sense.
"I am coming. I will figure out a way to help," she said, a hard strength in her voice, one that I doubted many people realized she possessed. "That's my home, Ronson. My family."
A throat cleared from the other side of the door, and I debated the consequences of setting my brother on fire.
"It would be good for the isle to see you together," Niall suggested carefully. They don't value her the way they should. "Dress her practically. She can help me, or—Oh, quit growling, Ronson. She can help me, or she can fly with you. Better than charging there on her own and neither of us realizing."
I pulled my hands from my face at the sound of fabric rustling and was greeted by the sight of Mairwen's bottom bouncing as she tried to squeeze herself into a pair of my own breeches. It was working too, the wool offering just enough give for her ample curves, molding to her shape like a second skin.
"Fuck," I croaked, my teeth aching in my jaw. Breeches had never looked less practical.
Mairwen huffed as she buttoned them shut, spi
She most certainly did. Because the sight of her standing in skin-tight pants, bare-chested, skin marked from my mouth and nipples pert from the cool morning air, was going to make me feral.
"Come here."
Mairwen squinted at me and shook her head. "No. You've got a look on your face."
My teeth were sharp in my smile as I asked, "A look?"
"A look like either you're going to spank me or kiss me, and we don't have time for either."
"She's right, Ronson," Niall called, his voice raising my hackles once more.
"Damn. Damn this isle, damn my brother, and damn the fire—"
Mairwen waved her hands in the air and strode away. "Yes, yes. Aha! Stays. Come lace me up, and if you get handsy, I will tell Niall to come in."
"I'll break his fingers if he sees so much as an inch of you," I said, stomping after her, cursing her perfect, delectable, clever mind.