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With a deep gulp, the male trapping him took the first draw of Zai’s blood.
Then another.
And another.
Unhurriedly, he drank at Zai’s throat, pulling strength from Zai into his own body, unbalancing the power dynamic between them even more. Until not only Zai’s arms were numb but his mind as well. He grew hazy from blood loss; his eyelids weighed heavily.
Just when he thought he’d black out, the other male pulled his fangs from Zai’s throat and licked the puncture wounds closed.
He lifted himself above Zai, looking down into his face, Zai’s wrists still trapped in one of his hands, his body spread and vulnerable beneath him.
“Winner takes all,” the Beast growled low, a rumbling purr accompanying his darkly-uttered words.
They were a promise, Zai knew.
The triumph of a predator who brought down his biggest, most formidable prey.
And then, Zai felt the Beast’s free hand pulling at the ties of his braes, yanking the cloth down and shoving his tunic up, until his lower abdomen and groin were naked between them.
Those rock-hard thighs of the Beast pushed Zai’s own farther apart, until he was spread as wide as his lower limbs could stretch, his ass cheeks parted, his hole exposed.
Immediately, a hot, forceful pressure probed at his tightly shut opening, creating a pressure Zai had never felt before.
He’d never been taken this way. He’d only ever done the taking, never the other way around.
“Yield to me, Dark vermin,” the Beast rasped, teeth bared, as if he was holding himself back forcibly, fighting an internal war.
“Yield, and I will spare you…this time.”
Zai had just enough strength to glare up at him and bare his own teeth in defiance.
“Fuck you, you flea-infested ball-licker,” he growled through a clenched jaw.
“Do your worst.”
With that, he took this helpless situation in his own metaphorical hands and shoved his ass down on the thick pike of the Beast’s erection.
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They both roared at the indescribable sensation of impaling and being impaled. Of taking and being taken. Owning and being owned.
In the most fundamental, primitive way.
Sin knew he’d broken into the Hunter’s body the way no one before him ever had.
Heknewdown to the roots of his soul. In one long plunge, he’d buried himself to the hilt inside of the male.
As if his awareness floated slightly above his own body like a separate being, he could feel his stone hard cock rip through untried flesh.
So tight. So hot. Indescribably silky. Dry at first, upon that sudden, tearing entry, and then wet.
Sin could smell it, the intoxicating, enflaming aroma of sex and blood.
The Hunter’s blood. From the deepest, most private part of him.
The muscles inside of the Hunter both gripped and pushed at the sudden intrusion, as if his body couldn’t make up its mind. Finally, he clamped down on Sin’s sex, squeezed around him rhythmically until stars burst behind Sin’s eyelids.
As if his prey was still trying to win this game, impaled and trapped though he was.
