He forgot the needs of his own body for the moment and simply reveled in the Hunter’s breaking. Coming untouched because of Sin’s cock.
But his body wouldn’t wait long, for the clenching muscles around Sin drew out his own climax as well.
With a muted roar, his cock kicked within its tight, silken vice, gushing forth its own release, flooding the Hunter’s channel in long, rhythmic spurts.
Sin’s hips moved of their own volition, rocking against the other male in short, sharp thrusts, drawing out the indescribable pleasure, and making the Hunter come all over again as he continuously nailed the male’s swollen gland.
He thrust and came until the muscles of his clenched ass ached, and his cum leaked out of the male’s tight hole, coating both their groins with the sticky mess.
And still, he thrust and ground his hips, making their orgasms last and last, making them both come until there was no more fluid, only dry, painful spasms. But the pleasure was so intense and powerful, it muted the pain and wound around the soreness like a warm, comforting fleece.
So, they kept coming, even when Sin stopped moving. They still shuddered and jerked as if they’d been lightning-struck.
Until, finally, the last of their climax subsided, and their exhausted, wounded bodies grew still.
Sin pushed up a little, bracing on one elbow to look down at his enemy.
The Hunter turned his face and opened his eyes, staring back at Sin beneath hooded lids.
The well-fucked, involuntarily loose expression made Sin’s lips curl at the corners in a satisfied feline grin.
Not knowing what he did, he released the man’s wrists to cup the side of his face, his thumb brushing gently along that gorgeously ruddy cheekbone.
It was the side of his face that bore the traitor’s tattoo over three jagged scars from Sin’s claws.
A primitive growl reverberated from deep within Sin’s chest, looking at the brand of his possession on the male’s face. Feeling the wetness of his cum mingled with the male’s blood inside the inferno of his tight ass.
And because Sin was caught in this glorious moment of triumph, dominance and primitive possession, he didn’t realize the danger until it was too late—
When, with his freed hands, the Hunter grasped onto the hilts of his daggers, still protruding from Sin’s shoulders, and yankedhard.
Sin roared this time in agony as the flesh of his shoulder and back split open.
The Hunter shoved him hard with both hands, making Sin stagger off of him, pulling his still erect, blood-stained cock out of the other male’s body.
He stumbled backward and fell to his ass. The Hunter immediately pounced on him, straddling his thighs, one dagger pressed against Sin’s jugular, the other already digging into his side.
“I can kill you now,” the Hunter rasped in his low, gravelly voice.
“I could have killed you before.”
Sin relaxed his body beneath the male. He was bleeding profusely from multiple wounds. But he barely felt them, he was so high on adrenaline and bloodlust.
And just plainlust.
“Do it,” he taunted, pushing his skin against the blade until it split.
More blood flowed freely down his neck, mixing with the blood already coating almost all of his torso and groin.
He didn’t care. Maybe he’d bleed to death.
Suddenly, he wished he could. He wished that his immortality would be too slow to heal him.
Somehow, he didn’t mind if this was the male who killed him.
The Hunter was a worthy adversary. Sin had just fucked him over. Literally. Now, it was poetic justice to get fucked in return.
Both blades pressed deeper as the male bore down on him, their eyes clashing, gazes melding.