The pain and shock of the sudden intrusion, along with Zai’s hands pulling on his ass, made Sin snap his hips forward in a brutal lunge, thrusting into Zai to the root.
They both roared at that, like two male lions vocalizing their dominance, readying for battle, and neither of them gave a fuck who would hear.
Sin’s body tensed to stone above him. His yellow eyes speared Zai with glittering intensity, his pupils fully blown.
“Just remember when you’re sore and bleeding and full of my cum that you started this, Hunter,” the Beast snarled, sharp fangs glinting.
Zai dug his fingers deeper inside Sin’s tight hole, making the man shudder and quake.
“Aye. And I will finish it,” he promised low.
“No,” Sin refuted, snapping his hips with savage strength, pounding deeper inside of Zai, while fucking himself harder on Zai’s thick fingers at the same time.
“Iwill finish it,” he snarled.
“And when I’m done, I will own every piece of you, Hunter. You will never take another cock but mine. You will never be inside another being but me. And you will never crave anything else the way you will always cravethis.”
He slammed his hips again and began a brutal ride, fucking them both at the same time.
Before Zai could voice a retort, a denial, however unconvincing it would sound even to his own ears, Sin took his mouth again and fucked into him with his tongue to the same rough rhythm as he fucked him below.
Zai could only hold on and hold his own.
He’d unleashed the Beast in Sin.
But more than that, he’d unleashed the beast within.
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Sin didn’t know what had prompted the stoic Hunter’s capitulation, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Perhaps it was the fact that Sin had worn him down. Or perhaps Sin’s charms were simply irresistible.
He’d like to believe it was the latter that had won the Hunter over.
Truth beknown, his patience, sparse to begin with, was running threadbare thin after being rebuffed so consistently and so persistently.
If Zai still refused him this night, he was tempted to drag the man off to the closest cave and simply have his way with him. Then, trapped and defenseless, Sin would make him totally dependent on him.
He would breed him full of cum every hour of every day. Make him unable to take a breath without inhaling the scent of Sin, of their sex mingled together.
It would be air to him. And Sin’s blood and seed would be his food.
That was the fantasy that ran vividly through Sin’s lust-fogged mind. But it was nothing compared tothis.
To the Hunter willingly accepting,pulling, Sin into his body.
To Zai’s mouth, hot and demanding, against his own.
Plundering as forcefully as Sin plundered, their tongues dueling, thrusting and sliding against one another, their lips rubbed raw and tender. Almost as sensitive as the head of Sin’s cock stroking long and deep within Zai’s tight sheath.
The kiss had taken him by surprise.
He didn’t think Zai would ever allow it. Or, if he did, that it would take months,years,before Sin earned the right.
Kissing didn’t belong with rutting, after all. Sure, it increased both their pleasure by engaging another erogenous area. But it engaged their well-fortified emotions as well.
Sin had been ready for it. The emotions, if not the kissing. So he definitely wasn’t complaining.