"Come here."

She licked her lips, cleaning another finger, and I wondered if I hadn't reached rut after all, because I was absolutely certain that if she did that one more time, I would be pinning her down in the bed and having my way with her. She knew a little more of what to expect, at least.

"I'm not done exploring," Mairwen said primly, and then she scooted out of reach, an inviting waft of her perfume billowing closer in response, making my eyes fall shut in satisfaction.

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Chapter TenRONSON

Iwas perfectly and deliciously aware of the situation as I woke the next morning. My cock was stuffed comfortably against Mairwen's ass, barely deterred by her tangled chemise. My hands were full of the wonderful weight and squish and heft of her breasts, although one of my arms was numb, trapped between her waist and the mattress. My mouth was full of Mairwen's hair.

The sun was shining, just high enough to beam over the edge of the final remaining sheet wall of the nest Mairwen had built. The one I'd nearly torn to bits as she'd had her adorably, curiously, innocently wicked way with me. I'd come once more, this time against the belly of her chemise as she wiggled on top of me, pinching my nipples and kissing me until my lips were numb. I tried to return the favor, but Mairwen pushed my hands away every time until finally falling asleep on top of me, her lips pressed over my heart and her hand around my cock. I'd succumbed within minutes, my own hand possessively claiming her full ass.

Mairwen's perfume was softer now, as thin as her nearly transparent chemise, but it covered the bed and traced over my skin. My mouth watered and my gut clenched, greedy for more. I couldn't pull my arm out from under Mairwen without jostling us both, and even with the numb, heavy sensation, I was far too comfortable to think of moving.

Except for perhaps…

I flexed my working hand, shifting my fingers and palm carefully to study their surroundings. I found the soft bud of Mairwen's nipple—relaxed and warm under cotton—with a stroke of my pinkie, then turned my hand. I recalled the slow circle her own fingertips had practiced on me last night and mimicked it now.

I'd known from our first conversation that Mairwen was observant, clever, and a quick thinker. I hadn't considered how she might apply those traits in bed with me, her keen stare watching my every action, noting every hitch of my breath and low groan. It would be a challenge to remain equally alert with her when I had so many goals and desires already clamoring in my head.

And yet when Mairwen's breath sharpened and her breast butted into my teasing fingertips, my attention was entirely hers. I curled my legs against hers, nudging her hair away from my face to rest my rough jaw against her shoulder, delighted by the view I'd afforded myself, all the wonderful round inches of creamy skin now on display right below my nose.

"Good morning, omega," I growled, grinning as Mairwen shivered.

The tie of her chemise had loosened in sleep and the collar was now stretched down, nearly exposing her. I reached one fingertip up to the ruched edge and then lost the train of thought as Mairwen rolled her ass back against my hard length, stretching in my hold, thrusting her breast back in my palm. We moaned together as I squeezed her flesh.

"It's not—What are you—?" Mairwen squeaked as I pinched her nipple and tugged, burrowing my face into her throat to lick away the taste of her, drawing that perfume onto my parched tongue.

"Tomorrow is today. It's my turn."

"Um…today is not tonight," she answered breathlessly.

I laughed, rising up and pulling my arm out from under Mairwen, swallowing the grunt as my blood rushed through my veins with a sharp stab of pins and needles. One hand was really not enough when it came to touching Mairwen. Considering the only one that was working at the moment was already overflowing with her beautifully pliable and soft flesh, I suspected even two wouldn't feel adequate.

Mairwen was staring up at me, lips parted and one cheek marked from the creases of her pillow, her brown eyes wide and dazed, glancing between my eyes and the enormous smile I wore.

"One kiss," I bargained.

She blinked, and her head jerked in a little nod.

She was only waking up. I ought to have leaned down and pressed my lips gently to hers, treated her as a young gentlewoman who would've been raised to believe a dragon treated his omega with care and respect, even if we all knew that was mostly a lie in the end.

Instead, I hooked my finger into the loose collar of her chemise, tugging gently. Mairwen's brow furrowed, but she huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes.

"I know I am inexperienced, but I don't think that's what that's called," she said as I scooted down and lowered my starving lips to the slow expanse of pink and pale skin I revealed.

"Of course it is. Weren't you kissing me in any number of places last night?" I said.

I paused in my progress, admiring the flush that flooded her chest at the reminder of the night before. I wanted to tease her more, but I had a granted kiss to take and I wasn't going to waste the opportunity.

Mairwen stiffened as I pulled her collar down to expose one breast, full and round, peaked with a dusky rose—a perfect color, in my opinion—pucker of flesh, the tip firming and rising up toward my lips as if in offering.

One kiss, I reminded myself. Make it count…and then ask for more.

I took her breast in an open-mouthed kiss, tracing my tongue around her nipple, pursing my lips as she shivered and gasped, growling in victory as her chest arched closer. I suckled and laved, and Mairwen moaned, her hands sliding into my hair. The sting and throb of my arm still waking up cut through the pleasure of her voluptuous, tender flesh on my tongue and her luxurious flavor. My working arm slid under her back, hand sliding up to brace around her neck and hold in her place.

"Ronson!"

My body seemed to swell at the call of my name on her lips. She was holding me to her breast, one leg rising to curl around my back. I shifted, not releasing the treasure between my lips, just in case she might consider the kiss finished, and settled between her parting legs, groaning as her damp core kissed my belly. She was wet.

Why hadn't I considered kissing her cunt? Except that was probably a step too far, or it had been before she'd grown slick, rocking herself into the hair on my stomach in a way that assured me she would absolutely enjoy the moment I worked my way down⁠—

Knock, knock.

Mairwen let out a charming squeak, jerking in my grasp as if she had anywhere to go now that she'd tangled herself around me.

"Ronson," Niall called from the other side of the door.

I debated my choices. I could release my divine mouthful—I licked around Mairwen's nipple once more in objection to this idea, and she sighed—in order to tell Niall to fuck off. Or I could carry on as I was and hope he took the hint.

Considering my left arm was now capable of moving and was making its way up Mairwen's side, cupping under her neglected breast and claiming the spot, I chose the latter. I suckled Mairwen once more, giving her more of my weight to grind against, and she bucked back responsively.

"Ronson, I'm sorry⁠—"

Hinges creaked, and Mairwen wrenched herself free. I rose with a snarl, turning toward the door.

The last stalwart sheet was blocking Niall's view, thank goodness, or my half-brother might've lost his eyes for daring to enter the room.