Bottom of Form
And as always, his thoughts turned to Boaz. How he’d felt against him. How his heartbeat had doubled the longer he kissed him. And his cock — thick and hard against Alexander’s stomach.
Alexander clenched his jaw as heat crawled down his back and his cock jerked in his pants right in the middle of training.
“Fuck,” he groaned, dropping the sword. And then disappeared.
He went to his room, but the silence in there unnerved him. And worse, he was hard as fuck. All he could think about was going into the shower and fucking stroking himself until he came. But that would mean he was accepting this.
He was giving in.
When his cock jerked at the thought of coming, Alexander disappeared again.
He appeared in town.
Snow drifted lazily from the sky, settling delicately over rooftops, walkways, and parked cars. Warm light spilled from shop windows in soft golden pools, turning the town into something straight out of a storybook.
Alexander inhaled, letting the scents of the town wash over him as he searched for Blade. Once he caught his scent, Alexander turned and walked down the walkway.
He stopped in front of a shop with darkened windows where Blade’s scent was strongest. A crooked Closed sign hung loosely from the door.
He frowned
Why was Blade here?
Alexander drew in a breath, his eyes scanning the building to the second floor where Blade’s scent was stronger.
What was he doing up there?
Curious, Alexander easily leaped into the air and caught himself against the wall beside the upper window. The curtain was slightly open. Alexander silently peeked through the narrow opening.
Inside, Blade sat in a chair, his gaze fixed on two men on a bed. Naked. Fucking. Roughly.
Alexander stared at the scene, riveted.
As if he sensed him there, Blade turned and stared directly at him. For a heartbeat, his eyes burned an unnatural green that slowly dimmed as his mouth dropped open.
He vanished and a second later, reappeared outside the shop.
Alexander dropped down from the wall, boots hitting the snow with a soft crunch.
“What the hell, Alexander?” Blade retorted. “What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for you.”
Blade’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you were going to train.”
“I did.” Alexander exhaled. “It wasn’t enough of a distraction.”
Blade let out a short, incredulous laugh. “And you decided to follow me?”
“I didn’t know you’d be…” Alexander trailed off, the words dying in his throat as his mind scrambled for something to say. When Blade had said he fed off sexual energy, Alexander had imagined something vague. Abstract. Not what he’d seen…
He hadn’t expected that. Not like that.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Blade said sharply as he turned away and started down the walkway. “I’m not a freak.”
“I wasn’t looking at you like you’re a freak,” Alexander said quickly, falling into step beside Blade. “I was trying to make sense of what I just saw.”