He didn’t know, Zai realized. Sin didn’t know whether Zai gave a fuck about him, much less loved him as only a dragon could love.
With all of his body, mind, heart and soul. With every cosmic, magical molecule of his being.
And why would he know? Zai had never told him.
Well, he was going to start, gods damn it! He was going to show Sin every day in every way.
Starting rightnow.
“I want you,” he said clearly, his voice gritty with emotion.
He didn’t check them. Not anymore.
He lowered all of his mental and spiritual guards, made his body loose and accepting, while still holding Sin tightly inside.
“I love you,” he vowed, pulling Sin’s face back toward him, tipping his chin down so that the other male had no choice but to look into his eyes, to see that he meant what he said.
He kept his promises. He loved Sin, and he would never, ever, stop.
“I didn’t know what it was before you,” he went on gruffly.
“I would not know it with any other. I would follow you to the edge of the world and beyond if you let me. My Sin.”
Chapter Twenty
“Dragons possess within them the magic from all living beings, including the gods themselves. For good or evil, love or hate, better or worse, dragons are and ever will be—limitless…”
—From the lost oral fables of Immortals
Sin’s eyes widened as the tears ran freely down his face, and Zai saw every raw feeling the male held deep inside.
Bright, incandescent, sunburst yellow. Burning with endless, limitless love.
When Sin took his mouth again, it was with sweetness mingled with the salt of his tears. His lips trembled as he rubbed them against Zai’s, his tongue almost shy as he lapped inside.
Below, Zai’s blood and Sin’s cum dulled the tearing pain to a manageable throb. When Sin moved, there was only a deep-rooted ache that soon bloomed into pleasure.
And the pleasure grew and metamorphosized with each slow stroke of Sin’s hard cock, as he dragged the plum-sized head and thick, vein-ridged column rightthere.
Continuously, relentlesslythere.
This was love, Zai knew.
Not a rutting or a fucking or even a convenient mutual release.
This was Sin loving him.
And he realized then, without a shadow of a doubt, that the Beast had loved him all along.
He arched up to meet Sin stroke for stroke. He squeezed his sore, throbbing channel to hold Sin in, clench him tight, even as each withdraw and thrust made his ecstasy soar higher.
Ever higher.
So high, he began to break apart without so much as a touch to his own straining cock.
And Sin was right there with him, shaking as he shook, lowering one of his calloused hands to wrap around Zai’s spurting cockhead and squeeze gently in time with his climax, milking more cream out of him. Until their torsos and groins were covered in it, until their hot skin became slick with cum and sweat.
Sin flooded Zai’s channel once again with continuous waves of hot, soothing cream. He never stopped stroking, never stopped rubbing, relentlessly thrusting against Zai’s pleasure center inside as he fisted Zai’s meat all along the rock-hard column in time with his endless strokes.