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"I am jealous of DeRoche when he flirts with you. Jealous that Niall got to spend the day with you while I flew. Jealous that Be
"You know I don't—"
Ronson ducked, stealing my protest with a gentle kiss. "I am proud too, Mairwen. So proud," he whispered, and I couldn't respond because he'd found his way inside of me, slowly and sweetly, our bodies perfectly attuned to one another after the rut and the heat. "Proud you are mine. My omega."
I whimpered, and Ronson silenced the sound with another kiss, rocking into me, over me, surrounding me in his arms, tilting my hips just so, driving all thought from my mind.
Almost all thought. There were two almost constantly playing in my head every morning and night, every hour.
I reached between us, grasping his face, speaking the simpler, easier of the two confessions out loud. "I am proud too. Proud to be yours. Proud you are my—" Ronson snarled and bucked, and I gasped, almost shouted in pleasure. "My alpha."
"Touch my wings, Mairwen. Wrap your legs around me."
I obeyed, and Ronson rewarded me with a thrusting kiss and a patient, practiced pace inside of me.