He could onlyfeel.
“Take it, Beast,” Zai rumbled, pulling almost all the way out before plunginghardback inside, jolting Sin’s entire frame.
“You wanted it. All my violence and pain. You wanted to unleash the animal in me. You got it.”
With that, Zai held Sin’s legs wide open just like Sin had done to him, and began a ruthless, brutal pounding, filling Sin with the violence and pain he promised.
But there was also pleasure.
So much pleasure.
A pleasure so intense, it clawed into Sin’s lungs, stopping his very breath.
He’d never felt anything like this. Never given himself completely over to being owned by another.
Anya and he…they’d never been equals. He was stronger, bigger. He was the protector. She was the softness to his steel. She was a haven for his storms.
She’d been a Lesser Beast, only half the animal he was. He’d always held something back with her, afraid she wouldn’t be able to take all of him. He was…too muchsometimes.
But this…
With Zai, he was totally unleashed.
If he stormed, Zai churned him further into a cyclone. If he raged, Zai was strong enough to contain it, to rage back if the situation called for it. If he was hard, Zai matched his hardness.
That hardness was pounding mercilessly into him now, stoking his body from the inside out, hittingthatspot with every stroke, making Sin’s entire body shake uncontrollably as if he was breaking apart.
With what little will he had left, he grabbed onto the Hunter’s hard, muscular ass, one round globe in each hand. Using the other male’s body as leverage, Sin pushed his hips up as Zai drilled down, magnifying the friction, intensifying the burn.
The night was silent but for their low grunts and frayed moans. The wet sounds of Zai’s hard cock plunging into and out of Sin’s hole.
Blood mixed with precum. The intoxicating scent of the two of them together only made Sin wilder, like an elixir in his veins that he was addicted to. The sounds of his body sucking voraciously on the Hunter’s cock were loud and obscene to his heightened hearing.
He loved it.
It made him even lustier, thirstier, hungrier.
He clawed his hands into the Dark One’s ass, breaking skin.
Zai’s answering growl was music to his ears.
Somehow, at some point, the stinging burn had transformed into white hot pleasure, and the pressure kept building like rising tides.
Sin arched his back and punched his hips, slamming himself onto that meaty cock.
He raked those bloody claws up the Hunter’s back and across his shoulders, down his rock-hard arms, leaving deep scratches in Zai’s skin, making him burn on the outside the way he made Sin burn on the inside.
Zai let him do it, but then lowered his full weight on top of Sin. He took one of Sin’s wrists in each hand and pinned them beside his head. Sin could have freed himself if he wanted to. He could have called upon his liger strength.
He didn’t want to.
He loved being held down by Zai. He wanted to absorb all of the other male’s strength into his own body. Take it as rough and hard as Zai wanted to give it to him.
With his torso fully on top of Sin’s, Zai ground his hips and thrust in hard, short bursts, continuously poundingthatspot, while abrading Sin’s trapped cock between them with his hard, lightly furred washboard belly.
Sin roared again at the unbelievable friction, both inside and out.
Gods! Why did it feel sogood?