Page 68 of Starborn Husbands

“Can I play with your sword while you’re gone?” I’ve always wanted to touch it. His expression says he’s unsure that he should allow it. “I’m a Guardian by birthright. Just because I’ve lost my position and my sunstar rune, that doesn’t mean I’m suddenly going to stick myself through the heart.”

“Don’t joke about that.” He makes a face I recognize, but don’t have a name for. He wants to spank me, doesn’t he? Spanking face, that’s what I’ll call it. Whatever, I can work on the name later. Maybe this is the game I can play today—Poke the Zhang. It’s just dangerous enough to keep me out of major trouble while I get into minor trouble.

“Did I just ruin my chances?”

“No. I know you’re good with a sword. Things have been upside down and I’m … is there any way you’d let me protect you? Just a bit?”

“Depends. How?” I lift his blade—fuck it’s nice—and watch it glint in the sunlight.

“I’ll think about it while I’m in the shower. Try not to break anything.”

I smile brightly. “Yes, Sir.”

In nothing but my pajama pants, I test the sword’s balance. Much as I hate to admit it, Zhang is a fair bit bigger than I am. His sword is way the wrong size for me, but I can work with it. It’s heavy, too. Damn, I wish I had access to my star. At least I can feel it there. I reach for it again, but this time I hang onto it. I can’t push it outside of me, and it won’t seep into my cells like I want it to, but it stays with me, and that’s something.

I roll around with it until it slips off into the darkness again.

By the time Zhang exits—fresh with wet hair—I’ve figured out the weight and can lunge across the room with precise slices. I move slowly, allowing my muscles to work with the blade like Father taught me. If I use this sword enough, I can strengthen the smaller muscles I would need to swing this with efficiency. Bet I’d impress the hell out of Zhang.

Zhang’s palpable gaze rakes over my naked skin. My sleek back muscles flex and extend as I move his starblade in a circle around my head. I’m fast enough to make the blade light, but without my star it won’t glow.

He steps toward me, and I make to slash at him, but a brawny hand catches my wrist. He uses the other to hoist the sword from me—too easily—and lets it clang to the stone floor. My chest heaves in time with his and my blue-balled dick aches. It tingles wherever he touches me, and my breath gets all shuddery.

Fuck me. Gods, I wish he’d fuck me.

Maybe he will. He’s mad with need too. It burns like comet fire in his brown eyes. He slams me against the closest wall and keeps me there by shoving his tongue down my throat.

I grab his neck for something to hang onto; he does the same. We spin each other, kissing, trying to get air. It doesn’t seem fair that stars have to breathe. I want to be a fish, then we could submerge in water and do this forever.

As is, I try to inhale him. His hands find their way down to my torso, and I’ve never wanted to bleed my star into someone so badly. I look for that brightness inside, but it’s like trying to pick up a wet bar of soap. If I could just grip it and melt it with Zhang it would be pure fucking ecstasy. He’s in nothing but a pair of flimsy cotton pants, and our cocks meet, one hard shaft pressing against the other. I want to rub myself all over him.

He pulls his face from mine to gaze at me. “Gods, Treyu. Why does it feel like this?”

I brush hair away from his face. “I don’t know.”

“I do know we have to stop or I’m going to break my vow.”

“Fine, but I’m masturbating.”

“No.”

“Zhang!”

“I want you to wait.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

I moan, but then I remember my game. “Got it. I’m going to read.” Thank fuck my TBR is so long that I have enough books stored to last me until we go to Earth again. “You remember the rules about the reading area?”

“I don’t like that rule. I make the rules.”

“You’d better, Centaurus, or we’re about to have our first real pre-marital spat.”

He’s pouting. The man is actually pouting. “I’ll order us up some food.”

Perfect. While he does that, I pull out my phone and lie on the bed. When he’s out of view, I slide a hand down my pants to ghost over my aroused cock. He did this to it, and there are consequences. I’m going to play, “see if I can get off while Sir is otherwise occupied”. The worst that will happen is he’ll spank me, and I want to see what that’s like.