Mairwen was perfuming.

I was gasping at the air, searching for every lick of the heady, dizzying scent of her, trying not to rut into the bed and set myself off into the sheets. Although perhaps that would be better. Maybe Mairwen would elect to leave me face down for the rest of the night. Or maybe she would let me roll over and approach my dripping, throbbing cock with the same studious determination she'd met my sac with, and I'd shoot off at the first chance and terrify her with my roar.

But I didn't care what happened next. She was perfuming.

I groaned as her hands pulled away from my wings, brushing briefly around my hips, and my grin turned into a frown as she shuffled off the back of my legs. I liked her heat against me.

"Roll over."

My brain stalled at the gentle command.

"Can you lie on your wings, or will it hurt?"

Roll over, damnit, I snapped at myself. I pulled my wings in close, ignoring the odd, reluctant pang, as if they already missed the young woman's touch, and pushed myself up from the mattress, grimacing at the wet stain I'd left on the sheet. I would have to either lie on top of that, or let Mairwen see what she'd done to me. And then probably have to answer carefully posed and torturously innocent questions about why my cock was weeping.

I sighed as I turned and then collapsed roughly at the picture of Mairwen kneeling at my side. I landed in the wet spot, and my cock bounced and slapped against my belly.

She was…lovely.

Her hair was mussed, and strands rose and clung to the sheet around her head like a chaotic halo. The candlelight that bled through the sheets into our nest made a valiant effort at cutting into her chemise too, revealing a cruel glimpse of the lushest curves I'd ever even imagined. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright and fixed to my stomach—no, my cock, I realized—and her lips pursed in consideration, growing full and tempting.

"Mairwen," I called.

"Hmm?" She trailed her fingers through the hair on my thighs, grazing around the taut line of a tensing muscle, but her eyes remained focused on my twitching length. It was eager for an introduction to those exploring fingers.

"Come here," I said.

She blinked and glanced up, brow furrowing.

"Come explore my mouth for a moment," I continued. I want to kiss you.

She smiled, and I bit off a moan as her hand made an absent path up my thigh, over my hip and chest, skirting my needy length as she stretched out at my side. It was meant to be her night, but I was impatient, and I grabbed for her, dragging her to lie on top of me, claiming the back of her neck in one hand to draw her mouth down to mine.

I told myself to be gentle, tentative, but Mairwen sighed and her breath was sweet and her perfume was stronger up close like this, and I'd lost the grasp on my control a quarter of an hour ago when she'd nuzzled her soft cheek against the back of my thigh. I groaned and licked into her open mouth, devouring her whimper with a swirl of my tongue, searching her mouth for her flavor and then mourning the loss as I stole it away.

My hands were equally greedy and unmanageable, helping themselves to full handfuls of her flesh through the soft chemise. I stroked her thighs, then couldn't help but wrap my arms around her waist to yank her closer. The barrier of the cotton between our bodies caused boiling frustration to race through me, and I rooted for the hem before settling on gathering it up with fistfuls of her perfect, plush ass.

"Ronson!"

I growled against her lips, then scraped my teeth over them and found them slick and swollen from kisses. Was she slick and swollen between her thighs too? Could I move the chemise and plant her pussy on my cock, rock against her until we both found relief?

Delicate fingers wrapped around my wrists, and I arched up, grinding myself into cotton and soft flesh. The fingers tightened, cuffing my hands.

"Ronson," Mairwen called, tone sharp and cutting through the haze.

My head cleared enough to release her, and she drew my cuffed hands away from her body, pushing them back into the pillows under my head. My eyelids drooped, and my hips bucked in a plea. I did not mind being at Mairwen's mercy in the least, not with the collar of her chemise coming loose, offering me exquisite shadows to guess at.

"It's my turn still," she said, smiling.

"You're doing too good a job," I answered, groaning as her perfume richened in the air. Compliments. "And you feel perfect on top of me, don't you think? Bring your mouth back, Mairwen."

The pink stains on her cheeks were running down her throat, and she tore her gaze from mine. "This was easier when you weren't looking at me."

I laughed, and she straightened, still holding my hands down, not that I was fighting her. I hadn't offered to let women lead in bed very often, but Mairwen made a compelling case for the dynamic, as shy and unpracticed as she was. She released my hands slowly and one at a time, eyes narrowed like she was expecting me to grab at her again. I left them in the pillows, the picture of surrender.

She rose up on her knees, brushing her hair back, frowning at the partially pinned tangles she found. They clung to the low roof of the nest and gathered static, tickling at her cheeks. When she scooted back, the skirt of her chemise caught on my cock. I hissed, arching and twisting, trying to rise into the brief pressure, but she was quick, snatching the fabric away to reveal my swollen and darkened flesh.

There was a shiny dribbling trail leading from my belly to my cock, and Mairwen hummed, stroking her thumb through the mess. I held my breath, my eyes growing so wide, I thought they might fall out of my face, as she raised her thumb to her nose, sniffing briefly and then parting her lips. Her eyes caught mine, tongue poised against her bottom lip, and she froze.

"Don't stop," I gasped out.

Mairwen blinked, expression wavering as she struggled over a decision, probably between obeying my request or asking me a dozen questions. Why was I leaking? Why did she like the scent? Why did I like the idea of her tasting me? Instead, she glanced away and pressed her thumb to her tongue. Her eyelashes fluttered and her lips curved in a smile. An alpha would taste almost as good to an omega as an omega would to an alpha. Which only made me torn between encouraging her to taste me or begging her to come and hover her sex over my mouth.

"There's so much of you," she murmured. I broke out into a rakish grin at the announcement, but she didn't look at my face, just continued. "So much that's unfamiliar, but also…"

I was only briefly disappointed that her gaze left my cock, because she moved her hands up to my chest next, planting them over the thick muscles and coarse curls and squeezing, not unlike the way I wanted to be squeezing her breasts. She blushed and shied her stare away.

"Close your eyes," she said.

"Don't ask that."

"Please?"

I chewed over my refusal. She'd been brave enough to fondle my balls when I'd been on my belly, and she hadn't so much as accidentally nudged my cock now that I was looking at her. With a heavy sigh, I closed my eyes.

Waiting like this was torture. I stiffened as Mairwen's breath rustled over my chest, and the soft, light weight of her chemise grazed my cock.

"Would I really gush just from you…you know, like you said earlier?" she asked.

I peeked one eye open, and a strangled moan rose from my chest as Mairwen traced a fingertip around my small, dark nipple. "I th-think so," I rasped out. "It's possible, and I'd like to try."