Despite the pains and aches in his body, despite the foreignness of having been penetrated and dominated, he craved the male’s cock inside him the way his belly hungered for food. What was more, he wanted to do the same toSin.
He’d never fucked another man. His cock swelled and kicked beneath his tunic at the thought of doing so for the first time.
ToSin.
Sin. Sin. Sin.
His mind chanted the name like a spell to bind him. Making him obsessive, possessive,madwith want.
He imagined wrestling with the male in another fight (which, given how much they annoyed each other, wasn’t too far off the horizon), winning, and pinning him down with a blade at his throat.
Zai would fuck him just as hard as he’d been fucked. Maybe harder. Because the male infuriated him like no one else. He’d give as good as he got. He’d—
If you want to have a go at me, you don’t have to start a fight. Or wait for me to start a fight.
I’m game.
Zai stopped walking, and so did the liger.
His chest heaved with the unpredictable wildness of his thoughts, thoughts he’d never remotely entertained before. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
Maybe we’ll fight after we start fucking. Unleash the bloodlust in full, then fuck some more. Until we’re both too drained to move.
The liger made a chuffing noise that sounded like a feline chuckle.
I don’t know about you, but I’m so wound up after decades of being an animal, beaten and imprisoned, then breathing free air for the first time…
I need release.
Zai realized that he needed it too. He wanted it with this male. And he’d never wanted it with anyone else.
Not like this.
Never took a cock before, the liger went on unselfconsciously in his head.
Never even contemplated the possibility.
But then, no one’s ever beaten me in a fair fight. Not even close.
I think I’d respect it if it was your body pounding me into the ground, holding me down. I could feel what you felt when I hammered into you.
Zai’s breath stuttered and held at that.
It hurt like a fucker but it felt good too. I wouldn’t mind having that.
I wouldn’t mind if it was you.
Zai had no idea what to do with the liger’s thoughts. He barely knew what to make of his own. He could feel his conscious resolve and control unraveling. The wants of his body eclipsed all else.
The liger extended his front paws, unfurled his claws, and arched his back and rump, kicking out one hind leg in a bone-cracking stretch.
Zai couldn’t help but watch the display.
There was something terribly entrancing about all that power and strength barely leashed within the Beast’s body. The wildness and intensity in his bright yellow eyes.
There was a warmth as well, that hadn’t been there before. Like the smoldering embers of a fire that had long since died, but was now rekindled by an errant spark.
Maybe it was the Beast’s relief of being free. Maybe it was the spark of humanity after decades trapped as a feral animal.