Chapter 18: Bite Me First

Madoc's POV

The cot groaned under us, and I did not care if it broke.

Nerys sat astride my thighs with her hands in my hair and her mouth on mine.

She kissed him hard and completely, with the intent to win.

I slid my palms up under her shirt and found her ribs and her back.

The long muscles flexed when she moved.

She pulled the shirt off over her head and threw it somewhere behind her.

"Your turn," she said.

She dragged my shirt up, and I let her.

Her palms went over my chest and down my stomach, and I felt every inch of the path they took.

"Nerys."

"You were hard this morning," she said against my jaw.

"And last night. And in the council ring, when you put your hand on my back."

"You noticed."

"I notice everything about you."

She slid off my lap and onto her knees on the floor of the tent.

I forgot how to speak.

She undid my belt slowly, her eyes on my face, and drew me out, and her hand closed around me.

I made a noise I had never made in my life.

"Look at that," she said softly. "The great Lycan Alpha."

"Be careful."

"Or what?"

She took me in her mouth.

It was hot and wet and slow.

I gripped the frame of the cot hard enough that the wood cracked.

She moved her tongue along the underside, and hollowed her cheeks, and looked up at me through her lashes.

"Gods," I said. "Nerys. Stop. I won't last."

She pulled off with a wet sound.

"Good," she said.

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