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After three weeks.
My lips curved, and the tired skin burned as they stretched. Mairwen wasn't the only one sporting the wear and tear of the rut now. Her heat had drained me of my last reserves. I'd fucked her until my cock refused to last, suckled at her clit until my jaw locked up, and then given her my fingers until my body could rouse once more.
Insatiable omega.
Mairwen was entirely limp in my hold, not stirring at Niall's call or my touch, and it took me a few minutes of her stillness for panic to creep into my head.
It wasn't unheard of for a delicate omega to not survive an alpha's appetites in a rut, but—
I groaned as I sat up, every inch of my body protesting, and my breath froze in my chest at the picture of the woman on the bed. The wreckage of a woman. Mairwen was covered in love bites, some much closer to a bite than a kiss. I scowled at the marks, baffled and shamed at the recollection of how badly I'd wanted to really mark her, tear through her flesh. Her hair was a terrible mess, a little greasy but mostly snarled into impossible tangles. I picked up one slightly matted lock, ignoring the tired burn of my eyes, and set to work on repairing the mess I'd made of my omega.
If only I could quit smiling and feeling so damned pleased with myself at the same time.