Page 46 of Alien Protector's Mate

With a groan, he turned, bracing a hand against the wall and giving her a perfect view of his tight, muscled ass as his hips thrust into his fist.

Ohgodohgodohgod…the words rolled through her mind as she squeezed her thighs together, trying to ignore the ache blooming low in her belly. Between her thighs. Her hands curled into the sheets, knuckles white with restraint. She knew she should look away, that this was a huge intrusion, but she couldn’t bring herself to.

S’aad turned again, leaning against the wall. His eyes were shut, his hair plastered to his head and streaming across his shoulders. His grip turned frantic, his massive length pistoning in his fist as the wet sounds of flesh on flesh seemed obscenely loud despite the rush of water. Low groans poured from his throat, the vibrations seeming to echo through her body.

Then he froze, his muscled body taut as a bowstring and his lips parted on a choked inhale. Her pulse hammered, anticipating the moment of truth. Muscle bunched and flexed as he jackhammered his cock with savage intensity.

“Jay!” A strangled hiss, almost a plea. “Jay, I’m gonna…Draanth!Jay!”

His fist flew over his engorged length, the swollen shaft pulsing and jerking. He slammed his free palm against the tile, his elbow locking as his back arched, his head thrown back in bliss. With a gutteral roar, he erupted, thick ropes of cum sheeting the shower screen in front of him.

She yanked her eyes away from the mirror, her chest heaving as she gulped in great lungfuls of air. Her skin felt flushed, too tight for her body, every nerve ending she had hypersensitized and tingling.

Heart galloping, she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for S’aad to realize the door was open and storm her bedroom,demanding to know what she thought she was doing. But the bathroom stayed quiet save for the running water.

Then it hit her. He’d been stroking himself, made himself come, and called out her name as he did.

Jay. Holy shit. Was S’aad attracted to her? Err… him?

S’aad’s musclesburned as he parried another of Vaarn’s lightning-fast strikes. The clash of their blades echoed through the training room, mingling with the sounds of heavy breathing and boots scuffing against the padded floor. Sweat trickled down S’aad’s spine, soaking the thin fabric of his training shirt as he pivoted, narrowly avoiding a sweeping blow aimed at his midsection.

The familiar scent of leather and metal filled his nostrils, grounding him in the present moment. Yet despite his best efforts to focus solely on the sparring match, S’aad’s mind kept drifting back to the events of the previous night.

The door that had slid open… catching glimpses of soft, pale skin through the distorted screen of the shower… the flash of long, blonde hair around delicate limbs. He hadn’t seen enough to get a good idea of Jay’s body but enough to have him wrap his hand around his cock and make himself come harder than he’d ever come before…

Then he’d realized the door was open. The idea that Jay could have been watching him as he made himself come had fueled his fantasies and kept him tossing and turning all night.

The memories sent a jolt of heat through his body, distracting him from Vaarn’s next attack. He stumbled, barely managing to block the incoming blow.

“You’re distracted,” Vaarn growled, pressing his advantage. The heavier-set warrior’s muscles rippled beneath his skin as he launched into a series of rapid strikes that forced S’aad onto the defensive. “What’s going on in that head of yours, cousin?”

He grunted, focusing on regaining his footing. His arms strained as he blocked blow after blow, the impact of each one reverberating through his very bones. Draanth, Vaarn could hit… and hit hard. Despite the fact that he had more muscle mass than S’aad, they were evenly matched.

“Nothing,” he muttered through gritted teeth. “Just… thinking.”

Vaarn snorted, a sound of disbelief that carried even over the clang of their blades. “Thinking so hard you can barely keep up? That’s not like you, S’aad.”

With a sudden burst of energy, S’aad pushed back, his blade singing through the air as he went on the offensive. The change in rhythm caught Vaarn off guard, and he managed to land a solid hit on his cousin’s shoulder.

He stumbled back, a look of surprise and grudging respect crossing his features. “Now that’s more like it,” he said, rolling his shoulder. “But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. Something’s eating at you, and I want to know what it is.”

S’aad lowered his blade, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“It’s… complicated,” he said finally, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.

Vaarn raised an eyebrow, his expression a mixture of curiosity and concern. “Complicated how? We’re family. You can talk to me. You know you can.”

S’aad sighed and crossed to the edge of the training mat where they’d left their water bottles. He took a long drink, savoring the cool liquid as it soothed his dry throat.

“It’s about Jay,” he admitted, his voice low.

“The human boy you took in?” Vaarn asked, moving to stand beside him. “What about him?”

S’aad closed his eyes, the memory of Jay’s flushed face and quickened breathing when they’d kissed flashing through his mind.

“I think he’s attracted to me,” he admitted, the words feeling strange on his tongue. “And I think I’m attracted to him.”

Vaarn was silent for a moment, and when S’aad finally looked up, he saw a mix of emotions playing across his cousin’s face. Surprise, understanding, and something that looked suspiciously like amusement.

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