another seven months before she saw him again.
She feared that by that time, whatever it was that was growing inside him would consume him and there’d be nothing left of her Madoc.
Her Madoc. Nika snorted at that. He was no more hers than the moon was. She could enjoy being in its presence, but it was too far away to touch, always distant and cold.
At least when she was this close to him, she felt safe.
Fatigue pulled at her until she gave in and lay down, curled up in front of his door. If he left, she’d wake, and in the meantime, his presence nearby would guard her dreams and fight any Synestryn that dared to invade her mind while she slept.
Nika haunted him.
Madoc could not get her out of his mind. Part of him wanted to cradle her and hold her close, protecting her from the world’s evils, but the rest of him wanted her writhing on his cock, screaming out her pleasure while he pounded into her.
He had no idea why he couldn’t get her out of his mind—why one crazy woman had the ability to tie him up so completely, knotting his insides until the space between taking her and protecting her seemed too small a thing to care about.
Madoc lay on his bed, his erection rising from his naked body, throbbing in time with his pulse. He wrapped his fingers around himself as he imagined Nika sliding down his body, taking his cock in her mouth. Her white hair slid forward, tickling his thighs, while her big blue eyes stared up at him as she sucked him.
His phone rang, jerking him from his fantasy.
“What?” he snarled into the receiver.
“Nika’s asleep outside your door,” said Nicholas.
“Don’t care.” It was a huge lie, but one he was going to stand by.
“You need to let her in or take her back to her suite. You can’t leave her lying out there with strangers who want to paw at her roaming the halls.”
“Not interested. Do it yourself.”
Nicholas’s voice rose in irritation. “Anyone could come by.”
“You can keep an eye out for her. It’s not my job.”
“You need to deal with her. Clearly, she has some reason to be hanging outside your door.”
“She’s crazy. No help for it.”
“Damn it, Madoc! She’s not even dressed. She’s wearing a nightgown, all curled up like she’s freezing.”
“Get her a blanket.”
“Don’t you think that if I could touch her, I’d be out there already, taking care of her?”
The picture Nicholas painted made a protective rage swell up inside him, but he knew that if he opened that door, Nika was going to be the one to regret it. No one seemed to understand that like he did.
Of course, his cock thought opening the door was a great idea. She was all sleepy and vulnerable. He could lay her down on his bed and bury himself inside her before she even had time to wake up. If he covered her mouth, he could muffle the screams.
She might even like it. She sure as hell kept throwing herself at him enough to make him think she was asking for it.
Something in that logic was flawed, but with Nicholas’s voice buzzing in his ear and Nika right outside his door, he didn’t have enough mental space to figure out what it was.
Silence filled the line, like Nicholas was waiting for a response.
Pretend you have honor. The reminder rang inside Madoc’s head.
A man with honor would not be thinking about fucking a crazy chick’s brains out. He’d open the door, take Nika home, and tuck her safely into her own bed.
She’ll just come back , a dark voice whispered inside him. Why bother?
Impatience rang in Nicholas’s tone. “One of those foreigners is going to pass by and think he can touch her. Don’t you think she’s already blistered enough?”
“Call Joseph.” If Madoc opened that door, he was going to bring her inside and hurt her a hell of a lot more than a few blisters could.
“Screw it. I’ll do it myself.”
“Good choice.”
“You know, you’re probably right. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any action. My cameras
She feared that by that time, whatever it was that was growing inside him would consume him and there’d be nothing left of her Madoc.
Her Madoc. Nika snorted at that. He was no more hers than the moon was. She could enjoy being in its presence, but it was too far away to touch, always distant and cold.
At least when she was this close to him, she felt safe.
Fatigue pulled at her until she gave in and lay down, curled up in front of his door. If he left, she’d wake, and in the meantime, his presence nearby would guard her dreams and fight any Synestryn that dared to invade her mind while she slept.
Nika haunted him.
Madoc could not get her out of his mind. Part of him wanted to cradle her and hold her close, protecting her from the world’s evils, but the rest of him wanted her writhing on his cock, screaming out her pleasure while he pounded into her.
He had no idea why he couldn’t get her out of his mind—why one crazy woman had the ability to tie him up so completely, knotting his insides until the space between taking her and protecting her seemed too small a thing to care about.
Madoc lay on his bed, his erection rising from his naked body, throbbing in time with his pulse. He wrapped his fingers around himself as he imagined Nika sliding down his body, taking his cock in her mouth. Her white hair slid forward, tickling his thighs, while her big blue eyes stared up at him as she sucked him.
His phone rang, jerking him from his fantasy.
“What?” he snarled into the receiver.
“Nika’s asleep outside your door,” said Nicholas.
“Don’t care.” It was a huge lie, but one he was going to stand by.
“You need to let her in or take her back to her suite. You can’t leave her lying out there with strangers who want to paw at her roaming the halls.”
“Not interested. Do it yourself.”
Nicholas’s voice rose in irritation. “Anyone could come by.”
“You can keep an eye out for her. It’s not my job.”
“You need to deal with her. Clearly, she has some reason to be hanging outside your door.”
“She’s crazy. No help for it.”
“Damn it, Madoc! She’s not even dressed. She’s wearing a nightgown, all curled up like she’s freezing.”
“Get her a blanket.”
“Don’t you think that if I could touch her, I’d be out there already, taking care of her?”
The picture Nicholas painted made a protective rage swell up inside him, but he knew that if he opened that door, Nika was going to be the one to regret it. No one seemed to understand that like he did.
Of course, his cock thought opening the door was a great idea. She was all sleepy and vulnerable. He could lay her down on his bed and bury himself inside her before she even had time to wake up. If he covered her mouth, he could muffle the screams.
She might even like it. She sure as hell kept throwing herself at him enough to make him think she was asking for it.
Something in that logic was flawed, but with Nicholas’s voice buzzing in his ear and Nika right outside his door, he didn’t have enough mental space to figure out what it was.
Silence filled the line, like Nicholas was waiting for a response.
Pretend you have honor. The reminder rang inside Madoc’s head.
A man with honor would not be thinking about fucking a crazy chick’s brains out. He’d open the door, take Nika home, and tuck her safely into her own bed.
She’ll just come back , a dark voice whispered inside him. Why bother?
Impatience rang in Nicholas’s tone. “One of those foreigners is going to pass by and think he can touch her. Don’t you think she’s already blistered enough?”
“Call Joseph.” If Madoc opened that door, he was going to bring her inside and hurt her a hell of a lot more than a few blisters could.
“Screw it. I’ll do it myself.”
“Good choice.”
“You know, you’re probably right. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen any action. My cameras
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