“The sky is up, human,” he growled. “So are the leaves and branches overhead. What kind of question is this?”
Ben smirked.
“Sorry, it’s just an expression. Just a way of saying hello and how are you doing.”
“I am about to beat some bloody sense into the male beside you,” Sin snarled, crowding closer, but not directly getting into his prey’s space.
No, he circled around Zai like the predator he was, looking for the best angle of attack.
“Oh,” Ben said nonchalantly, looking between them and taking the threat of violence against his friend in stride.
The boy’s eyes widened slightly at Sin’s fully erect cock, so hard and tight against his stomach, it didn’t even bounce as he walked.
“Should I make myself scarce for a while? How much time do you need?”
“You stay here,” Zai ground out, keeping up his long strides, walking away from Sin as fast as he could.
Or he tried anyway.
Sin wasn’t going to let him get far.
He hadn’t looked even once at Sin this entire time, though Sin had seen how his entire body tensed and froze when Sin first made his presence known.
Sin said at the same time in response to the boy, “An hour. When you no longer hear the Hunter’s screams you may return.”
Ben’s eyebrows flew to his hairline, while Zai paused in his cowardly retreat, disguised as moving quickly toward their destination.
The Hunter’s muscular buttocks clenched to stone as if he was bracing himself for assault. The sight made saliva pool in Sin’s mouth, made his fangs punch down from his gums and precum leak copiously from his hungry cockhead in anticipation.
Zai finally turned to face him, hands fisted at his sides.
“Fuck off,” he growled through gritted teeth, his dark eyes blazing with something like anger, something like fear.
It wasn’t fear of Sin, however. It was something else. Inwardly directed.
Conflicted.
And the conflict manifested in his physical and verbal expressions, because regardless of what he said, he was as hard as Sin was, his tunic making a prominent tent around his own erection.
Sin knew the Dark One enough by now to anticipate his thoughts. He might brush off his physical reaction as adrenaline before a fight, bloodlust, fury, or some other impersonal cause and effect.
But Sin knew better.
Zai wanted him as much as he wanted Zai. They were made for each other.
Why couldn’t he see it? Admit it?
Why did he fight against his own instincts?
Sin had a choice before him.
He could attack the Hunter like he did before and fight the male for dominance.Makehim submit by force.
His primal instincts really liked this option. There would be blood, a rousing good fight, the triumph of holding the male down while Sin fucked hard and deep into him, making him bleed, and aye, making him scream.
In pain, in fury, but most of all, in undiluted, roaring ecstasy.
Because Sin would punish him, no doubt.