Текст книги "The Alpha of Bleake Isle"

Автор книги: Kathryn Moon

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My breath snagged in my chest. "And you do?"

"No. But I will." He pushed gently, and I found myself sitting on a wide cushioned bench. He stared down at me, imperious and impenetrable and handsome. "I have started my study in the most rudimentary way."

"Oh? What way is that?"

"Looking," he said, voice velvety. His thumb caught the collar of the shirt, drawing it aside to expose a long V of skin down my chest to my stomach.

"You've done more than look," I said, words dry.

Ronson's purr rattled with a laugh and he drew away, circling the bench. I tried to look over my shoulder, but a hand caught me by my hair, holding me in place. One muscled leg looped over the bench, pressing to my left side, and then a moment later, he was wrapped around me, thighs bracing my hips, arms curling around me. His claws dug into my thigh, spreading my legs apart.

"That's true. I've learned the sounds you make, the way you taste, how your skin feels under my hand, against my own."

I shivered, and Ronson draped an arm over my chest, sliding his hand down to cup and roll my breast in his grip. I straightened, pushing into that touch, tipping my head in invitation.

"Superficial observations, I'll admit, and not nearly thorough enough to satisfy my curiosity," he whispered in my ear, licking the lobe and then ducking his head to mouth against my throat. "But there's more, Mairwen. I know there is. And I intend to learn it all."

"You might be disappointed."

"You plan on withholding what I want to learn?" Ronson asked.

That's not what I meant, I thought, but decided not to say. I twisted, reaching a hand back to draw his mouth to mine.

"Not quite so slowly now, alpha, if you please," I murmured against his lips.

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Chapter NineteenMAIRWEN

The nest was perfect after all. It had taken me a fair amount of study, sweat, and tears to get it ready, but now that the work was done and the curtains were closed, I was able to enjoy the luxury I'd created. Walls layered in linen and velvet to keep our private world quiet and unpolluted. Down pillows and mattress pads piled high until I was fairly certain I'd recreated the sensation of lying in a cloud. A sensation that was even more luscious while gently crushed beneath the weight of a growling and purring man intent on kissing every inch of skin he could find.

"Ronson," I called, squirming in the outrageous cushion, reaching a hand out. He was too far away, down at my feet, his thumb digging into my arch and making me⁠—

I gasped, a weak cry slipping from my lips as something that was almost an orgasm raced up from my foot into my core and higher until it reached my heart.

He rumbled, lifting my foot, a ticklish kiss pressed to my instep, the bristles of his beard making me shudder.

"I've never taken a lover before."

I wondered why those words had come from his voice and not mine, and then sat up to blink at him. "You don't mean⁠—"

The nest was lit with just a few small hanging lamps, but it was enough to reveal the slight flush that bled over Ronson's cheeks.

"No," he choked out, a flash of a grin that only made me crave more. "I've been with other women…during other ruts. But human women can't last the entire rut, and I wasn't in a state to get to know them," Ronson said, sitting back on his heels.

I still had the urge to drag a sheet over my body and cover myself, but we were both entirely nude after the long soak in the bath, and there was a more tempting maneuver that would allow me to hide myself from view. I sat up, and Ronson's smile hitched as I helped myself to his lap, draping my arms over his shoulders and nestling my breasts to his chest. His hands took an eager grip of my ass, squeezing and clutching me closer, rigid cock wedged between our bellies.

"At least we are both new to one thing," I said, finding his shoulder conveniently in front of my lips and leaving a kiss there. "You're very warm. Are the betas warmer too?"

Ronson growled, and my hands tightened on his shoulder as he tipped me back into the soft mattress, the heavy weight of him dizzying and wonderful on top of me.

"Don't think about the betas, Mairwen," he said, hands caressing up my side, one gathering my hair in his fist to tug gently and tip my chin up. He kissed me, sharp teeth grazing over my lip, tongue stroking in as I gasped, stroking against my own. His body slid over mine, up and down, cock fitting nestling against my core and coating itself in my arousal.

"What if they do something else to draw you⁠—"

Ronson paused, lifting up just enough to stare down at me, a glow of candlelight reflected in his pupils, blazing in his darkness. "If they burn the whole island down or set a plague upon us or…I don't know, sink it like you suggested, then that will be the final note in the history of Bleake Isle. We should be fine, though. This is a very high tower, and it will take a long time for any danger to reach us."

I stifled my laugh and ground my hips up against Ronson. "Niall seems very capable, so everything should be fine."

Ronson rumbled with another growl, his eyes falling shut and his jaw ticking. "Mairwen," he warned.

"And I suppose not all the betas are scheming fiends. Some might be up for some heroism."

Ronson snarled and then squeezed me, rolling us over so that I was spilled atop him. "You're playing with literal fire, omega."

I grinned and I sat up. "I'll stop now, I promise. Roll us back over."

Ronson's gaze was hooded, studying me from head to toe, taking a more leisurely route along some of the stops I already knew were his favorite. I'd cursed my heavy breasts for so many years for being out of fashion, cumbersome, hot and sweaty. They were still all of those things, but it was a nice reprieve to know someone else could enjoy them so much.

"I don't think I will," Ronson said, gripping my hips and working me over his hard length. He was steely and soft and dense between my legs, rubbing sweetly against the shockingly sensitive spot of my clit. Ronson groaned and his head fell back, throat flexing with a hard swallow and body bucking beneath mine. "Fuck, you feel good on top of me, Mairwen. Lean down. I want you closer."

My breath was short as I set my hands on either side of his shoulders, just above his spread wings, a small whimper escaping at the ticklish brush of his chest hair against my breasts.

"Ronson, I…" I bit my lip and tried to shift on top of him, knowing what I wanted, even knowing the mechanics, but not sure how exactly to get there.

"You can ride me like this. I bet your sweet little clit likes grinding against my knot," Ronson purred.

I clenched a strangled moan behind sealed lips and buried my face in Ronson's chest before he could see it flame red with my blush. "Ronson, please, I need…" You. Inside of me.

"Tell me, omega."

I shuddered and shook my head. "You know."

"You need me to lay you down and lick you clean? To curl up behind you and wrap my arms and around you and stuff you with my fingers as you sleep?"

I gasped and looked up at the offer. It was closer to what I wanted, at least. But Ronson was smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing, hips churning to rub his length against me, his hands guiding my hips, occasionally traveling back to squeeze and knead at my ass.

I took a breath, wetting my lips, and Ronson's eyes latched to the spot. "I feel…" The words choked off, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

Ronson stopped his teasing movements, and one hand reached up to stroke my hair back. "Tell me, Mairwen," he said softly.

I swallowed and opened my eyes once more, meeting those impossibly dark and endlessly black eyes. "Hollow," I whispered.

Ronson groaned, and he sat up, drawing me with him, bending his knees behind me and making me a cradle. His wings spread and curved toward me, and once again Ronson was my whole world, everything quiet and terrifying and perfect.

"Rise up, Mairwen," he said.

I pressed my knees into the mattress and lifted up, glancing down and flushing at the sight of his slick, glossy cock and the wet sheen we'd made against his belly.

"Are you ready for me, omega?" he asked, and I couldn't tear my stare away as he reached between us, two fingers sliding and spreading over my swollen sex and then delving slowly inside. I moaned as they filled me, thick and stiff and somehow not enough. "Oh yes, you're all lovely and wet. And…oh, Mairwen, feel how soft you are." He pressed at my inner walls, and my body gave easily, a weak cry escaping me as the pressure and ache burst gently.

"I've never been inside an omega, Mairwen," Ronson said. "You're so plush. You're so tight around my fingers, but with just a gentle press you make room for me. Do you know why?"

I didn't know a single damned thing at this moment except that I needed more. My head shook, and Ronson leaned forward, dropping a damp kiss on the swell of one breast and then the other.

"You're built for my knot. Mine. No beta can give you what you really need. But I can."

I twisted and rocked my hips, trying to get his fingers inside of me to fill me deeper, touch more of me. The idea of there being any competition between Ronson and any beta on the island was laughable, knot or otherwise.

"Please," I whimpered, biting at my lip, and a sharp gasp flew from my lungs as Ronson hooked his fingers inside of me, coaxing my hips forward. The pressure was one fine point of perfection, echoing sweetly like a promise in my core, but it wasn't⁠—

"More." The word was torn from me in a foreign voice, low and hungry, and Ronson answered the order with a growl.

He didn't obey, and I made a soft sobbing sound as his fingers slipped free of me, both of his hands clutching my sides and shifting me backwards. "Sink down a touch, omega," Ronson rasped, urging me with a tug of his hands.

My eyes widened at the first scorching kiss against my throbbing flesh, and I stared down at Ronson, whose gaze was fixed between my legs, one hand shifting away from me to grip his cock and hold it against me. His thumb brushed against my clit once, and the tip of a finger slipped inside of me. Ronson's eyes lifted to meet mine, my chest still and frozen as he searched my expression.

"Take me inside of you, Mairwen," Ronson whispered.

I held my breath as my body found a natural answer to the invitation, knees spreading wider as I seated myself slowly on Ronson's length. I couldn't hold his stare, too startled by the invasion, by the shock of possession, full and heavy and sweet, so reminiscent of the man beneath me. I shivered and a mangled cry escaped me, a heave of breath caught in my lungs. My nails dug into Ronson's chest and he grunted, hunching forward and catching my breast with a nip of teeth and a lick of his tongue around my nipple that seemed to create a matching warm stir inside of me.

He was enormous, claiming my body as his with the simple act of my slick flesh enveloping him. It ought to be the other way around, I thought, struck by the sensation of being consumed.

And then Ronson groaned, resting his cheek against my chest, his breath gusting over my skin and leaving me trembling. His arm circled my waist, and his hand that held his cock in place slid up to caress between my legs, the ripple of need inside of me now clearer as it fluttered over him.

"Fuck, Mairwen," Ronson ground out through clenched teeth, then he tugged and there was more—the more I'd begged for and was now helpless to receive.

Our bodies were a tangle, my breasts brushing against the hair on his chest, his tongue laving over my pulse, one cramped hand between us touching and touching and touching, and all I could do was cling to him, my face turned up in awe at the peaked ceiling of the nest I'd built.

His lips brushed the lobe of my ear. "Are you all right?"

Another shiver raced through me, one arm slithering around his shoulder, now determined that we might simply…fuse together if we kept moving closer.

Ronson's nose nudged my cheek. "Omega," he called gently.

"I-I—Y-yes," I managed, and then I sobbed against his shoulder as my body seemed to shudder from the inside out, as if this previously untouched part of me knew how to claim kisses from the alpha.

Ronson purred, swirling a finger over my clit and drawing out another heady tremble. "Can you move?"

Move? So soon? I might have been shocked and overwhelmed, but I didn't want this to end. Not yet!

He nuzzled my cheek, and I shifted, blinking and leaning back just to catch his eyes. They were smiling, his lips still firm and serious, and we met in a smooth clasp of lips and tongue. And oh, it could get better. Ronson's mouth was gentle against mine, but it created a taut cord that ran through me like a dense pulse. And suddenly, I understood what he meant by his question, because I was moving and it was wonderful. I rocked on Ronson's lap, and his cock caressed me, those fluttering, drumming sensations building.

Ronson's teeth nipped at my bottom lip as I gasped and continued to squirm, a little clumsy and uneven, trying to find new territory inside of myself for him to touch.

"That's it." Ronson kissed my cheek as I hiccuped for air. "Does that feel good, omega?"

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted in answer, grateful to put a word to the broken cries in my throat. My hands mapped Ronson's shoulders and back, sliding over to grip his wings and use the leverage to strengthen my uncertain motions.

Ronson's hand squeezed my ass, slowing my frantic jerks, turning them into a steady, slow rise and fall that cut the edge of pleasured panic and settled me back in our embrace.

"There," he whispered, grazing his mouth over mine, groaning as a burst of warm, slippery heat rushed between us. "You're close now."

"Yes," I answered, nodding and feathering kisses over his jaw. His hand was steady between us, gentle and stirring.

I was close. And yet…

I shivered and pressed my chest closer to Ronson, my head tilting back to find his gaze. I wet my lips, and his eyes traced the movement.

"I want your weight," I said.

Ronson's lips curved, and he rewarded me with a kiss, turning us slowly while keeping our bodies joined. His wings swept back, a cool breeze rushing in, and then I was landing gently on the bed with Ronson surging above me. My thighs wrapped around his hips and the first drive of him inside of me, plunging deeply, so thick and commanding, made my eyes fall shut on a shout. He made my efforts at moving seem graceless by comparison, the elegant tide of him on top of me driving all thought from my head but need.

"Oh, alpha!"

Ronson rumbled on top of me, his shadow looming as I opened my eyes, his brow furrowing and glittering faintly with sweat. "I like when you tell me what you want, omega."

Then I had only one option.

"I want your mouth on mine," I whined.

Ronson growled and stole my breath, his body landing heavily on top of me, tongue stroking against mine as we moaned together. His hand pulled away from my clit, arms wrapping around my back, but it didn't matter—our bodies were grinding together.

"I want-I want to come with you inside of me," I said into the kiss.

"Yes," Ronson snarled. "Come, my sweet omega. Coat me in your gloss. Come, and I will give you my knot."

I didn't care about his knot. I didn't even really care all that much about my orgasm at that moment. Ronson was covering me, and the island was gone, and the worries were gone, and I was perfect in this moment. One hungry kiss melted into sweeter nuzzles, then built into starving bites and laving tongues. The warm pressure began to fizzle and spark, and I shouted into Ronson's mouth.

"I can feel you sucking me in. So greedy," Ronson hissed, glaring down at me, so ferocious it made me tremble. Or maybe that was the steady build tightening in my core, shaking me in its grip, rattling like a thief with an upturned purse, waiting for its prize to appear.

"Ronson!"

"Come, Mairwen," he growled, lifting up slightly, digging harder inside of me.

My hands scrambled over his shoulders, feet searching for purchase in the bed as I bucked against him, short snaps of sound cracking on my tongue with every thrust inside of me, little whines of refusal with the retreat.

"Fang's fire, look at you," Ronson breathed, his glare turning tender. "You're stunning."

I flushed, heat crackling through me like a whip snap, and a shimmering, startling warmth followed. I came with my eyes wide open, with a fractured shout, and with Ronson staring down at me in wonder. He didn't stop moving and his hand reached between us, petting me softly, drawing out the quaking pleasure, encouraging it in easing waves until I was limp and breathless, a careless giggle gusting out of me.

"Who needs a knot?" I mumbled, a dazed smile on my lips.

Ronson's eyes narrowed and he settled closer, the knot in question rubbing against me, reminding me of its immediate presence. "I'm flattered, but I think you may retract those words, omega." His nose rubbed against mine, and I slanted my mouth over his, taking what I wanted from the kiss—long licks and brief nibbles.

Ronson's form was crushing, securing me to the mattress, pressing me down in its thick comfort. I stretched beneath him and grinned as his lips parted and he groaned. "You're teasing me," he said, brow tangling.

Was I? I was! What a thought. I ought to have apologized, except I felt quite…relaxed. A little drunk, and altogether the best I'd felt in…ever?

"A little," I admitted, wrapping my arms around his back, stroking the tense muscles. "It's your fault for putting me in such a good mood. I wonder if I can do the same."

I bit my lip and focused on where we were joined, trying to match the same circular motion he'd created with his hips. Ronson released a low moan, and his hips jolted forward, his knot threatening me with the first sharp edge of pressure. It might have hurt, except my body was set firmly on feeling wonderful, so instead the bite just made me clench around his cock.

"Fuck! Mairwen, I⁠—"

Ronson's voice was ragged, fraying slightly into panic, and all at once, I recalled the power I'd felt that first night of having this man's pleasure in my hands. I wanted to claim that once more. I circled my limbs around Ronson and did my best to move beneath his weight, a slower and slightly less fluid motion, but one that did the trick in making him join me.

And oh, it was too delicious to have him inside of me, stroking neglected places that were now thoroughly awakened to what I'd been missing. I reveled in Ronson's groans, in his hands clutching my ass to hold me closer, but mostly I reveled in his scent, in the intoxicating taste of his kisses, in the heat of his skin pressing everywhere against my own.

He is mine, I marveled, and then amended, For now, he is mine.

If I had been given the choice, I would not have been brave enough to choose this man, this alpha.

He chose me.

A tear slid out from the corner of my eye, and I kissed my way to his jaw to keep Ronson from seeing any evidence. Not that he would notice, probably. His claws were starting to dig harshly into my ass, one hand sliding around to grasp and mold my breast against his palm.

"Mairwen, fuck. Mairwen."

I tightened the grip of my thighs around his hips, squeezing my eyes shut to keep more tears at bay. Ronson's hips were jerking hard, his knot digging at my entrance, begging for my body to make room, to grant him closer.

"I wanted—I wanted tonight to be…just for us," Ronson panted against my throat, tongue circling over my pulse and teeth biting briefly. "The rut⁠—"

"Let it come," I whispered, eager for the delirium, to see what else the alpha had in store for me, to lose myself in this whirlwind of physical discovery.

Ronson stilled, and for a moment there was only the cut of rough breaths from us both. Slowly and quietly, thunder grew, Ronson's purr, and I whined as he lifted himself away by a few inches. If he saw the sheen of tears on my face, he ignored it, ducking his head and settling his mouth gently over mine—a perfect, careful contrast to the rough press of his knot, now demanding instead of begging. I didn't know how to grant him access and the promise of pain stole my breath.

"Relax, omega," Ronson said, the words a sweet command.

I went limp in his grip, our kiss paused for our eyes to meet as he claimed me again, profoundly, undeniably.

There was no warning this time, and as ecstasy exploded from my core, storming through me, I realized that the brief, hollow echo I'd felt when he'd hooked his fingers inside of me had been a warning of what was to come.

You're built for my knot.

I was. I was made for this moment, this crescendo, this unlocking. Ronson held a key to a part of myself I hadn't known existed, and the flood that burst forth erased the woman I thought I'd known. I was caught in a tempest, this one turning the world around me, transforming me, and at first I was lost in the winds and the crackling lightning, alone and frightened by the force.

And then the thunder came, rattling my bones, purring in my ear, shaking the foundation of the nest. Hot skin and sharp claws touched me everywhere, and Ronson's quaking was as severe as my own. He was calling my name, pleading it, and I shook in his grip, found his dark, shocked gaze, and held onto it as my lifeline.

There was no escape now, the tug of his knot lodged inside of me and refusing any retreat, so we moved as one. Every nudge of him closer drew out new shudders of my release and every pleasured clasp of my body around his knot forced a groan from his lips and a soft splash of heat inside of me. We rocked in the nest, hands clinging to each other, mouths weak but still starving, and Ronson grew heavier with each passing second, more urgent, his gaze a little less focused.

The rut had arrived, and there was no question of holding onto my sanity as Ronson succumbed. Not when every slight movement, every kiss and scratch and grind, demanded I join him. Not when it was all so wonderful to lose myself with him.

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