"Hmm," she mused, and I forced my eye shut once more, clenched them tight, and braced as Mairwen's head lowered to my chest.

Her mouth was warm and gentle, tracing over my chest in small kisses, tongue occasionally peeking out.

"Let me touch you," I begged as she covered me in those tiny wet marks.

"Only a little," she answered. "Hold my hair back?"

My hands shook, but she was too busy to notice, and her hair was silky and smooth as I gathered every stray strand back, combing pins out of limp curls, struggling not to force her mouth where I wanted it. There were too many directions to choose from anyway. Aside from the obvious need to shove her down to my aching cock, was an almost equal imperative to drag her up back up to my mouth, to direct her toward all the small places she'd missed earlier and had yet to greet. One of her hands was circling fingertips around my right nipple until it was so sweetly sore I thought I might burst, and the other was gently scratching her nails over my hip, close but not close enough to my length.

"Mairwen, please," I whispered.

I didn't know what I was begging for, but it wasn't my decision anyway. Mairwen was exploring, and when her open mouth covered my neglected nipple, tongue circling at the same patient pace as her fingertips, we were both in uncharted territory. My breathing was ragged and full of whimpers, my hips lifting from the bed until I found her belly, grinding shamelessly against her.

"This is what you want to do to me?" she asked, voice so light and calm in comparison to the devastation she was raining down on me.

"Yes, and—" It took me several tries to swallow.

"And?" she prompted.

"And suck."

She let out a small sound of curiosity, and then she was sucking on me. My eyes opened wide at the first beautiful tugging sensation, a lightning-sharp zing of pressure down to the base of my balls. My wings burst out from under me, snagging and tearing on the sheet walls of the nest, tugging one free from the knot she'd formed and dropping it down on top of us.

Mairwen pulled away, and I choked on an agonized roar, pulling my fingers free from her hair to tear the sheet back off, throwing it over the edge of the bed with a curse.

"Oh dear," she said, in the smallest voice.

"It doesn't matter," I snarled, fighting the urge to gather her to my chest, to tear the rest of the nest down, and roll her into the mattress, to bury myself inside of her and never leave until I'd explained in detail and action every other depraved thing I would've liked to explore with her.

Except I saw her face, fallen and disappointed, wincing at the brighter light of the candles, her shoulders hunching high.

Compliments, damnit. And…

"Please, Mairwen. Please don't stop."

She blinked, her shoulders dropping, and her eyes found mine.

"Fang's fire, omega, don't stop touching me. I'll… Mairwen, please." Only a tiny percent of my pained pleas were calculated to distract her from the disaster of the nest.

A tiny smile curved her lips, and she knelt between my spread legs, staring down at me. Her chemise was stuck to my slick cock, and she peeled it away, finally giving my eager length the attention I'd craved from the start. The hand that had been holding my hip skirted closer, and I held my breath for a moment, until I realized she was watching me again.

"Please."

Her fingers circled me gently, and I collapsed with a groan, wings limp and eyes rolling back. Her touch skirted away and then returned, the smooth back of her hand stroking up my length, fingers petting down. She bent her head and kissed down my chest, nose nuzzling against the dark trail of hair, her own loose locks grazing against my clenching stomach.

I was shamefully close to the edge, but at least Mairwen wouldn't realize how easily she'd unmade me, turned me into a weak and desperate puddle of an alpha. Then again…

"You're very good at exploring, omega," I growled, victory blending with hunger as her perfume curled shyly in the air. "Too good. You're going to make me spill."

Mairwen's hand grasped me tightly, and it was nearly done. I scrambled in the sheets, shuttled weakly in her fist.

"Am I?" she asked brightly.

I laughed at her excitement and then grunted as she released me once more.

"You will. Just…just hold me. Yes, fuck, Mairwen, like that." More perfume to drown in. I peeked my eyes open and watched her smiling and blushing down at my cock as if I'd just kissed the back of her hand. Except what I'd done was dribbled my arousal over her fingers. "Like that. Stroke me, up and—" I bit a howl off behind clenched teeth, rocking in her gentle grip. "Down, yes. Fuck. This is…this will be your cunt holding my cock like this, Mairwen. Do you know that?" Did she know enough about sex to understand that much? Please say yes.

"Mmhm, although I've never tried to…you seem awfully thick, Ronson," she mused.

I fought my grin. I was thick. And long. I was the alpha, after all.

"Is this your knot?" she murmured, and then her other hand joined in, pressing her thumb to where I was starting to thicken and swell. I released a garbled yelp as she circled that spot too, unable to close her grip around me.

"Yesss," I hissed, nodding roughly back into the pillows.

"It looks like it hurts."

"It does and it doesn't—Oh, Mairwen, tighter—" I moaned, twisting an arm back to prop my head up. Oh, she was sweet, a little furrow between her brow as she focused on squeezing and stroking me. "I'm close. Do you know-know what—" I couldn't finish my sentence because she'd started to twist her hand around my length back and forth, right at the head of my cock where I was most sensitive. Instead, I gaped like a fish and whined, bucking into her soft palm, my sac growing tight and pounding.

"You're dripping a great deal. Do you know, you taste like something familiar… I can't place it."

I was fucking her hand, bucking too roughly, and her grip tightened around my knot to hold me in place at the same moment that she ducked her head down, lips parted and tongue peeking out. The sight, the promise of what she meant to do, and the warm squeeze of her hand on my knot was too much. I came with a bellowing shout, a shocking crack of pleasure racing through me, painful and perfect, snapping hard and making my body bow upwards. Mairwen squeaked as I burst, a hot lash of release splashing out, my arms and legs thrashing as I howled in relief.

She was laughing.

My eyes were shut, my body turning limp and weak. Her grip on my cock was too tight now that I'd finished, and Mairwen was giggling. I growled, and she muffled the sound of her humor. I hissed as she stroked my length and released me gently, petting me once more.

An alluring, wet sound finally forced my eyes open, and the sight was enough to make my cock throb and spill another quick gush of release against my thigh. Mairwen was scooping a dribble of opal white from the soft swell of her breast, and she lifted the finger to her tongue, lapping it clean. I groaned, and my wearied cock bobbed up, valiant and eager to offer her more.

"Mairwen," I called roughly.

Her gaze was warm, smile soft. "I didn't know that would happen, no."

It was my turn to blush. "I'm sorry, I⁠—"

"I liked watching you," she said, head tipping to the side. She glanced down and then tugged at her collar, revealing another slow drip sinking between her breasts. I was outrageously jealous of my own release.