The Alpha of Bleake Isle

Chapter NineteenMAIRWEN

The nest was perfect after all. It had taken me a fair amount of study, sweat, and tears to get it ready, but now that the work was done and the curtains were closed, I was able to enjoy the luxury I'd created. Walls layered in linen and velvet to keep our private world quiet and unpolluted. Down pillows and mattress pads piled high until I was fairly certain I'd recreated the sensation of lying in a cloud. A sensation that was even more luscious while gently crushed beneath the weight of a growling and purring man intent on kissing every inch of skin he could find.

"Ronson," I called, squirming in the outrageous cushion, reaching a hand out. He was too far away, down at my feet, his thumb digging into my arch and making me⁠—

I gasped, a weak cry slipping from my lips as something that was almost an orgasm raced up from my foot into my core and higher until it reached my heart.

He rumbled, lifting my foot, a ticklish kiss pressed to my instep, the bristles of his beard making me shudder.

"I've never taken a lover before."

I wondered why those words had come from his voice and not mine, and then sat up to blink at him. "You don't mean⁠—"

The nest was lit with just a few small hanging lamps, but it was enough to reveal the slight flush that bled over Ronson's cheeks.

"No," he choked out, a flash of a grin that only made me crave more. "I've been with other women…during other ruts. But human women can't last the entire rut, and I wasn't in a state to get to know them," Ronson said, sitting back on his heels.

I still had the urge to drag a sheet over my body and cover myself, but we were both entirely nude after the long soak in the bath, and there was a more tempting maneuver that would allow me to hide myself from view. I sat up, and Ronson's smile hitched as I helped myself to his lap, draping my arms over his shoulders and nestling my breasts to his chest. His hands took an eager grip of my ass, squeezing and clutching me closer, rigid cock wedged between our bellies.

"At least we are both new to one thing," I said, finding his shoulder conveniently in front of my lips and leaving a kiss there. "You're very warm. Are the betas warmer too?"

Ronson growled, and my hands tightened on his shoulder as he tipped me back into the soft mattress, the heavy weight of him dizzying and wonderful on top of me.

"Don't think about the betas, Mairwen," he said, hands caressing up my side, one gathering my hair in his fist to tug gently and tip my chin up. He kissed me, sharp teeth grazing over my lip, tongue stroking in as I gasped, stroking against my own. His body slid over mine, up and down, cock fitting nestling against my core and coating itself in my arousal.

"What if they do something else to draw you⁠—"

Ronson paused, lifting up just enough to stare down at me, a glow of candlelight reflected in his pupils, blazing in his darkness. "If they burn the whole island down or set a plague upon us or…I don't know, sink it like you suggested, then that will be the final note in the history of Bleake Isle. We should be fine, though. This is a very high tower, and it will take a long time for any danger to reach us."

I stifled my laugh and ground my hips up against Ronson. "Niall seems very capable, so everything should be fine."

Ronson rumbled with another growl, his eyes falling shut and his jaw ticking. "Mairwen," he warned.

"And I suppose not all the betas are scheming fiends. Some might be up for some heroism."

Ronson snarled and then squeezed me, rolling us over so that I was spilled atop him. "You're playing with literal fire, omega."

I gri

Ronson's gaze was hooded, studying me from head to toe, taking a more leisurely route along some of the stops I already knew were his favorite. I'd cursed my heavy breasts for so many years for being out of fashion, cumbersome, hot and sweaty. They were still all of those things, but it was a nice reprieve to know someone else could enjoy them so much.

"I don't think I will," Ronson said, gripping my hips and working me over his hard length. He was steely and soft and dense between my legs, rubbing sweetly against the shockingly sensitive spot of my clit. Ronson groaned and his head fell back, throat flexing with a hard swallow and body bucking beneath mine. "Fuck, you feel good on top of me, Mairwen. Lean down. I want you closer."

My breath was short as I set my hands on either side of his shoulders, just above his spread wings, a small whimper escaping at the ticklish brush of his chest hair against my breasts.

"Ronson, I…" I bit my lip and tried to shift on top of him, knowing what I wanted, even knowing the mechanics, but not sure how exactly to get there.

"You can ride me like this. I bet your sweet little clit likes grinding against my knot," Ronson purred.

I clenched a strangled moan behind sealed lips and buried my face in Ronson's chest before he could see it flame red with my blush. "Ronson, please, I need…" You. Inside of me.

"Tell me, omega."

I shuddered and shook my head. "You know."

"You need me to lay you down and lick you clean? To curl up behind you and wrap my arms and around you and stuff you with my fingers as you sleep?"

I gasped and looked up at the offer. It was closer to what I wanted, at least. But Ronson was smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing, hips churning to rub his length against me, his hands guiding my hips, occasionally traveling back to squeeze and knead at my ass.

I took a breath, wetting my lips, and Ronson's eyes latched to the spot. "I feel…" The words choked off, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Ronson stopped his teasing movements, and one hand reached up to stroke my hair back. "Tell me, Mairwen," he said softly.

I swallowed and opened my eyes once more, meeting those impossibly dark and endlessly black eyes. "Hollow," I whispered.

Ronson groaned, and he sat up, drawing me with him, bending his knees behind me and making me a cradle. His wings spread and curved toward me, and once again Ronson was my whole world, everything quiet and terrifying and perfect.

"Rise up, Mairwen," he said.

I pressed my knees into the mattress and lifted up, glancing down and flushing at the sight of his slick, glossy cock and the wet sheen we'd made against his belly.

"Are you ready for me, omega?" he asked, and I couldn't tear my stare away as he reached between us, two fingers sliding and spreading over my swollen sex and then delving slowly inside. I moaned as they filled me, thick and stiff and somehow not enough. "Oh yes, you're all lovely and wet. And…oh, Mairwen, feel how soft you are." He pressed at my i

"I've never been inside an omega, Mairwen," Ronson said. "You're so plush. You're so tight around my fingers, but with just a gentle press you make room for me. Do you know why?"

I didn't know a single damned thing at this moment except that I needed more. My head shook, and Ronson leaned forward, dropping a damp kiss on the swell of one breast and then the other.

"You're built for my knot. Mine. No beta can give you what you really need. But I can."

I twisted and rocked my hips, trying to get his fingers inside of me to fill me deeper, touch more of me. The idea of there being any competition between Ronson and any beta on the island was laughable, knot or otherwise.

"Please," I whimpered, biting at my lip, and a sharp gasp flew from my lungs as Ronson hooked his fingers inside of me, coaxing my hips forward. The pressure was one fine point of perfection, echoing sweetly like a promise in my core, but it wasn't⁠—

"More." The word was torn from me in a foreign voice, low and hungry, and Ronson answered the order with a growl.

He didn't obey, and I made a soft sobbing sound as his fingers slipped free of me, both of his hands clutching my sides and shifting me backwards. "Sink down a touch, omega," Ronson rasped, urging me with a tug of his hands.

My eyes widened at the first scorching kiss against my throbbing flesh, and I stared down at Ronson, whose gaze was fixed between my legs, one hand shifting away from me to grip his cock and hold it against me. His thumb brushed against my clit once, and the tip of a finger slipped inside of me. Ronson's eyes lifted to meet mine, my chest still and frozen as he searched my expression.

"Take me inside of you, Mairwen," Ronson whispered.

I held my breath as my body found a natural answer to the invitation, knees spreading wider as I seated myself slowly on Ronson's length. I couldn't hold his stare, too startled by the invasion, by the shock of possession, full and heavy and sweet, so reminiscent of the man beneath me. I shivered and a mangled cry escaped me, a heave of breath caught in my lungs. My nails dug into Ronson's chest and he grunted, hunching forward and catching my breast with a nip of teeth and a lick of his tongue around my nipple that seemed to create a matching warm stir inside of me.

He was enormous, claiming my body as his with the simple act of my slick flesh enveloping him. It ought to be the other way around, I thought, struck by the sensation of being consumed.

And then Ronson groaned, resting his cheek against my chest, his breath gusting over my skin and leaving me trembling. His arm circled my waist, and his hand that held his cock in place slid up to caress between my legs, the ripple of need inside of me now clearer as it fluttered over him.

"Fuck, Mairwen," Ronson ground out through clenched teeth, then he tugged and there was more—the more I'd begged for and was now helpless to receive.

Our bodies were a tangle, my breasts brushing against the hair on his chest, his tongue laving over my pulse, one cramped hand between us touching and touching and touching, and all I could do was cling to him, my face turned up in awe at the peaked ceiling of the nest I'd built.

His lips brushed the lobe of my ear. "Are you all right?"

Another shiver raced through me, one arm slithering around his shoulder, now determined that we might simply…fuse together if we kept moving closer.

Ronson's nose nudged my cheek. "Omega," he called gently.

"I-I—Y-yes," I managed, and then I sobbed against his shoulder as my body seemed to shudder from the inside out, as if this previously untouched part of me knew how to claim kisses from the alpha.

Ronson purred, swirling a finger over my clit and drawing out another heady tremble. "Can you move?"

Move? So soon? I might have been shocked and overwhelmed, but I didn't want this to end. Not yet!

He nuzzled my cheek, and I shifted, blinking and leaning back just to catch his eyes. They were smiling, his lips still firm and serious, and we met in a smooth clasp of lips and tongue. And oh, it could get better. Ronson's mouth was gentle against mine, but it created a taut cord that ran through me like a dense pulse. And suddenly, I understood what he meant by his question, because I was moving and it was wonderful. I rocked on Ronson's lap, and his cock caressed me, those fluttering, drumming sensations building.