Overwhelmed by emotion and ecstasy, Zai felt as if his heart would burst right out of his chest. He could barely draw breath for the desperate way he devoured Sin’s lips and tongue.
He needed more. It was never enough. He wanted to fuse every fiber of his being with his beautiful Beast.
His One True Mate.
And then, just as their climax began to ebb, Sin took his mouth away to nuzzle his swollen lips along Zai’s bearded jaw, down the long muscular arch of his throat, his elongated fangs snagging on the distended veins pulsing beneath his skin, then slowly sinking in.
Zai’s body locked down tight as he came again, the orgasm tearing through him suddenly and almost painfully, making him roar through the devastation and euphoria.
Sin pulled deep at his jugular vein, swallowing great continuous gulps of his life’s blood, as he stroked Zai’s shuddering cock with the slick of his own copious cum and pinned Zai’s hips down with the weight of his heavy thighs while he snapped his hips in powerful bursts to hammer Zai’s pleasure spot in a relentless hard pulse.
Fucking gods!
Zai was obliterated and destroyed. His body no longer obeyed his will. He was Sin’s through and through. He kept breaking apart and reforming, shattering and coming together. Overwhelmed by pain and pleasure.
The sharper the agony, the higher the ecstasy.
All he could do was hold on. One hand clawed into one of Sin’s hard ass cheeks, the other shifting lower to palm his heavy balls and insert two thick fingers into Sin’s hot hole, digging just as relentlessly into the male’s secret gland as Sin mercilessly nailed Zai’s.
Sin groaned long and loud against Zai’s throat as Zai fucked his hole with his fingers and he fucked Zai with his cock. They clung to each other, rocked and surged, thrust and clenched.
Shuddering. Shaking. Shattering in each other’s arms over and over again.
Zai no longer knew where he began and Sin ended; they were simply one writhing, quaking, sweaty mess. At some point, Sin pulled out of his throat and Zai punched into Sin’s, drinking his own fill of hot, heavenly blood while Sin kept his upper body still but kept his hips pumping below.
He never stopped.
Zai never wanted him to stop.
Even though his hole was wrecked and his neck still bled. Even though his cock and balls were sore from endless release, and his orgasms became dry and edged with pain.
He still couldn’t take Sin deep enough, couldn’t be filled full enough with his cum, though it had overflowed and leaked down their groins and thighs hours ago.
Endless hours of rutting, fucking, and intense release. Of loving, claiming, and soul-deep possession.
Still not enough. Never enough.
It was deep into the night when Zai opened his eyes as a cool breeze swept across his hot skin.
He huffed a silent laugh as he realized that they’d fucked themselves into oblivion and passed out that way, limbs still tangled together, Sin’s cock clenched tightly inside his ass, his cock fisted covetously in Sin’s hand.
Sin’s face was buried in the crook of his neck, mouth open against his skin, wetting it with drool.
Zai snorted with a humor he typically didn’t possess as he turned toward the male and nudged him with his nose.
He was feeling…
Intensely, uncomfortably affectionate.
Even the liger’s slobbering made him smile, made his heart squeeze with a happy kind of ache.
The Beast mumbled in his sleep and stretched slowly in a feline stretch.
Zai used this opportunity to push the male onto his back and slowly disengage from his still hard cock and loosened fist.
He wanted to worship the tawny, beautiful body spread trustingly beneath him. He wanted to show Sin with his hands, lips and every inch of his own body how much the liger was loved.
He started by peppering the male’s face and neck with soft, wet kisses. Then, he caressed Sin’s shoulders, biceps, forearms and hands, kneading the muscles slowly. Tenderly.