The Alpha of Bleake Isle (Dragonkin, #1)

by Kathryn Moon

"Do you believe me?" I asked, lifting us from the bench, wrapping an arm under Mairwen's ass to hold her wrapped around me. She was still for a moment before nodding against my shoulder. That wouldn't do. "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…" Mairwen laughed at that and finally lifted her head. She was perfuming so strongly I could've drowned in it, but for once I could focus through the haze of hunger. Her eyes were damp but bright, her smile wide, her cheeks pink and full. "Yes, Ronson, I believe you," she murmured, quietly and sweetly, but without hesitating or glancing away. "Good," I said, which was an inadequate word for the enormous second sun that was growing in my chest, lighting me from the inside out.