Had never known he needed before.
And an ache deep inside bloomed across his entire groin, up to his chest, his throat and face, flushing his skin with hot, wild blood.
Zai pulled his fangs out of Sin’s neck, not bothering to lap the puncture wounds closed. He braced his hands on either side of Sin’s head, and looked down into his eyes.
“Just release,” he uttered low, his voice reduced to ashes.
“Means nothing.”
Sin held that dark, mesmerizing, penetrating gaze and tried to smirk.
He failed.
This wasn’t casual, no matter how he tried to make it. This wasn’t funny, not even remotely.
And though he started this…contest…in a playful, sleepy mood, he didn’t feel like playing games now.
But he managed to push out just one thought, even though he knew it to be a lie the moment it left his mind:
It’s nothing.
And when he did, Zai pushed.
Sin pushed back, forcibly unclenching his body to let the other male in.
And gods above!
He was suddenly in so deep, even Sin’s throat felt full of him.
He let out a long roar that seemed to be pulled from deep inside of his chest, from the forgotten seabed of his shattered heart and deadened soul.
Fuck, it fuckinghurt!
He felt like he’d been impaled on a battering ram. He was murdered and slain by the Hunter’s big fat cock.
And ironically, he’d never felt more alive than right this moment, when his body was torn asunder, making room forthis male, who dominated and owned him, whose eyes pierced into his, seeing his every minute reaction.
The Dark One had the audacity to smirk, just like the way Sin did.
“Now, we’re even,” he rasped.
Sin narrowed his eyes, silently promising revenge.
But then, Zai shifted his hips, making the entire long length of his cock drag slowly against something sensitive inside of Sin.
His mouth fell open on an aborted groan, his breath evaporating in the cool night air.
“There,” the Hunter husked, his deep voice resonating between them as if it had emerged from Sin’s own chest.
“So easy,” he murmured, nudging his hips in exactly that same way, hitting that pulsing spot inside of Sin just right, making his eyes roll into the back of his head with the unbelievable pressure and pleasure.
“Made to take my cock.”
Sin wanted to talk back. He wanted to point out how uncharacteristically verbose the Hunter had suddenly become. As if being inside of Sin’s ass had opened up his conversational floodgates.
But his throat was still raw from the longest, loudest roar he’d ever released. And his mind was a haze of pain-edged ecstasy.
He could barely think, much less speak. He was reduced to a mass of lightning-struck nerves and boiling blood.