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It was a shame she was walking ahead of me. So few people ever saw me smile.
I simply…liked the little I knew of Mairwen. I wanted to know more. And the thought of uncovering her softness, of taking her into my nest and pressing that secretive form against mine for the rut… No, that certainly didn't hurt.
"I'm starving," Mairwen admitted in a soft blurt, flashing me a quick smile. Her skin was patched pink and red from exertion, but would be creamy-pale when calm. "So is Ronson," Niall said, patting me hard on the shoulder. "Just look at him. Practically salivating."
What would it take to know this woman I had chosen on a whim after decades of waiting to find someone?
"If tonight was my turn, I would take your breasts in my hands and squeeze and stroke them. I'd pull your collar open until I could kiss the marks of the corset away, make you all pink and tender with my mouth. Are your nipples sensitive, Mairwen?"
"Tomorrow, I'm going to suck and bite and lick your perfect, full breasts until you gush, omega."
I had our alpha in my hands, whimpering and shivering, and all because I held a small, warm, and vulnerable part of him against my palm.
"May I suck and kiss and lick and squeeze your breasts until you can't stand another second, until the pressure in you is too great to bear and you burst, Mairwen?"
"Those corsets leave marks on your skin, Mairwen," Ronson rumbled, stroking his thumb over a red line the boning had left. "And I am jealous. The only marks you bear should be the ones I make."
"You're going to be fun during the rut," he rasped. "What a gift you are, omega."
"Do you know how badly I want to feel your pussy, Mairwen? To stroke and pet you? To feel you fluttering on my fingers, slicking my palm? But I won't. Not till you come. I said I would make you gush like this, and I'm not in the habit of breaking my vows."
Oh, I had not even been inside her yet, and I was certain I would never be satisfied with another woman.
I would make her weak, destroy her with these touches, and I would cherish her in the wreckage.
"I need a shirt." 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.
"A look like either you're going to spank me or kiss me, and we don't have time for either."
"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.
"You can ride me like this. I bet your sweet little clit likes grinding against my knot," Ronson purred.
"You're built for my knot. Mine. No beta can give you what you really need. But I can."
"I'm learning all the ways to draw it out, omega," I rumbled in her ear, grinning at her answering shiver. "I covet every note of your scent. I want it coating me, and I want to keep it a secret, never let any beta or another alpha get a whiff."
"My lord, that isn't—" "Don't be prim, omega, or I will be forced to use these laces to tie you up and remind you that there is no one better acquainted with how pleasing your form really is than myself."
Mairwen deserved to have me making a fool of myself over her in front of all of dragonkin, not just the isle.
My right hand reached automatically for his cheek, studying the swell of his smile against my palm. I love when he smiles.
"I could not have chosen a finer omega. Not if I had scoured every isle and all of dragonkin."
I was looking forward to massaging her and spoiling her and praising her until she was a trembling mess of perfume and slick, and then wearing us both out in bed.
My claws dug into my palms as I stared at Mairwen. Perfect. She was so fucking perfect.
"Mairwen. Is this not your fist in my chest? You clasped it around my heart, and you now demand every beat it issues."
Was there a way to kiss my omega so that she would know, know for certain, what I saw when I looked at her? I tried to find it, tried to pour in my gratitude and amazement, my hunger and affection.
"Look at me, Mairwen. You have to say it. Do you believe me? Believe that I want you more than anything else in this world? More than an heir, or to be alpha. More than this castle or this isle. Fang's fire, omega, the number of times I've thought about carting you off to find somewhere just for the two of us to live in peace…"
"Ronson, you are so—" "Devastatingly in love with you," I finished for her, ducking down to kiss the swell of one breast, then the other. "Yes, I know."
"Keep it a secret, mate?" I growled. Mairwen's lips pressed together as she realized what she'd said. "Keep you a secret? Not tell the island, the entire world how proud I am to be yours? To have you at my side for my life? To have my mark on you so they all know what you are to me, what you mean to me? Not likely, Mairwen."
The Alpha of Bleake Isle. My mate. The man who shared his secrets and laughter with me, who loved me playfully and with starving hunger and incredible, patient kindness.
