Claimed by the Alien Bodyguard - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,84

everything he wanted right here and in the room across the hall—he had his mate, his kit, his family.

He yearned to lie beside her now, to take her in his arms and fall into the most contented sleep of his life. Longed to drift into slumber with her scent—with the scent of their mating—filling his nostrils. But tomorrow was Christmas, and Broxen had a long night ahead.

He stood up, turned, and carefully slipped the blanket out from beneath Gabriela. Once it was free, he gently draped it over her, covering her body. That done, he bent down and placed a tender, lingering kiss upon her lips.

“And I love you, my Gabriela,” he whispered.

Twenty

Gabriela woke with a sense of contentment she hadn’t felt in years—if ever. She was warm, cuddled against her man with her head on his shoulder, listening to his soft growls as he slept, and her body felt…languid.

It was also sore, especially her nipples and between her legs.

I had sex. Amazing, wild, mind-blowing, sex.

With an alien.

She grinned, running her fingers lightly over his chest, following the contours of his muscles.

I had the best sex of my life, with an alien, and then fell asleep before he even pulled out.

Her grin faltered.

No way. Wasn’t it usually the man who fell asleep right after sex?

Gabby raised her head and looked at Broxen. His face was turned forward her, features relaxed in sleep. He lay on his back, one arm bent above his head, the other resting on his chest.

What had he thought of her?

She almost snorted. He’d likely patted himself on the back for sexing her to exhaustion.

But…she could make it up to him. Besides, it was Christmas, the season of giving. So why not gift him with something pleasurable to wake up to?

Slowly, she extracted herself from his side, rising onto her knees. She started when she felt something seep from her sex and wet her inner thighs.

Okay, so maybe a quick bathroom trip first.

She eased off the bed, taking great care not to jostle the mattress as she stepped down onto the floor, and hurried to the bathroom, emptying her bladder and making sure to clean herself up good—though she wasn’t nearly as sticky as she remembered feeling right before drifting off.

“How does any man have so much cum?” she muttered, then snickered to herself. “At least it’s not a weird color.”

She didn’t know what she’d expected—he was an alien, after all. She was just thankful it wasn’t red. That would have been a mood killer.

After washing her hands, she looked up at herself in the mirror and paused. There, where her neck and shoulder met, was the bitemark he’d left.

She’d forgotten about it, had forgotten that moment of pain that had been swiftly overtaken by pleasure. Gabriela touched the marks. They weren’t red or inflamed, there were no scabs, and they didn’t even hurt. It was as though they they’d always been there.

Once finished, she peeked back into the bedroom. It was still early enough that the sun hadn’t made its full appearance yet, leaving the room mostly dark. Hopefully that also meant it was early enough that Ana would sleep a while longer.

On that thought, Gabby stepped over to the bedroom door and locked it. The last thing she needed was for her daughter to burst in and get another X-rated surprise.

She padded back to the bed and crawled onto the mattress, settling herself on her knees at Broxen’s hip. Reaching out, she pinched the edge of the blanket and slowly drew it down his body, revealing him inch by sexy inch until his hard, thick cock sprang free.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. She’d only had a brief glimpse of his cock last night, but now she had to chance to inspect it closer. He’d told her that it didn’t look like a human’s, and he was right. Its skin was a darker red than the rest of him. Overlapping ridges ran along the top of the shaft, and there were defined bulges on the underside—as though even his shaft had muscles. All that led to the pronounced head with its tapered tip.

Gabriela had felt that tip, those ridges, those bulges, had felt everything inside her with his every thrust.

She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her again.

Looking up at Broxen, she reached out, wrapped her fingers around the root of his cock, and lowered her head, taking him into her mouth.

He stirred; his shaft twitched, his fingers flexed upon his chest, and