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He found the countless scars that decorated the male’s body fascinating. They mirrored his own, spoke of a hard life and rough living. They were marks of courage and survival, Sin knew, learning the Hunter more with each passing hour.
Sin found them—and the man himself—irresistibly beautiful.
Zai didn’t complain at Sin’s heft behind him; nor did he move away. Thus, they lay together and shared body heat in the chilly night. Sin was never cold with his hot Beast blood flowing through his veins. He made sure Zai wasn’t cold either, despite his nakedness and relative lack of fur, by radiating extra warmth.
Thus, they slept, letting their bodies heal. Their full bellies fueled their strength, making their flesh and bones knit faster.
Sometime in the night, Sin turned over and shifted instinctively into man. Without preamble, still mostly asleep, he lifted Zai’s heavy thigh and thrust his hardness between the tight seam of the other male’s ass, then beneath to prod his balls and cock.
It was so natural to do this. As natural as breathing.
He wanted to feel that tight, silken sheath around his throbbing staff. He needed to find that euphoric release again. He was so addicted to the feeling he thought about it every second when he was awake, and dreamed about it when he slept.
In a flash, Zai flipped over and cracked his fist against the side of Sin’s face hard enough to disorient him.
While Sin was still blinking away the stars dancing in front of his eyes, and trying to clear the cobwebs of sleep from his mind, Zai had already rolled him to his back and straddled him, a knife at his throat.
Sin huffed out a breath at the other male’s weight and lay still beneath him, body relaxed.
His killer instincts should have kicked in, but they were dormant for the time being. Though a dangerous, powerful male was on top of him, pinning him down, he didn’t feel threatened. He was in a playful mood.
And he wanted sex.
Before, he’d only ever mated when there had been a willing female in heat nearby who wanted it from him. It didn’t happen often, given that he roamed mostly alone, until Anya.
Now, it was as ifhewas the one in heat. He wanted sex all the time.
He wanted it withZai.
He arched his throat against the blade and growled. At the same time, he tilted his hips up and thrust his hard staff against the other male’s.
Zai bored down on him, trying to keep him from moving. But the extra weight only rubbed them together harder as Sin undulated up against the male.
Give in, Hunter,he communicated through their minds.
Truce.
Me in you. You in me.
Whatever you want.
It doesn’t mean anything. Just release.
He tilted his head to the side, letting the soft skin of his neck graze the sharp blade, opening up a thin wound.
As he anticipated, Zai’s pupils went fully black as he homed in on the pearls of blood beading along the cut. The Dark One’s nostrils flared at the scent of fresh blood. Sin knew it would be nigh irresistible.
For a moment, the other male froze, as if he fought within himself what to do. Then, as if he couldn’t help it, he bent to the small wound with a low moan, licked the blood that welled to the surface, and sank his fangs into Sin’s jugular vein, the blade long forgotten.
At the first deep draw of his blood into Zai, Sin’s body began to quake.
This primitive connection he felt to the other male, whatever dark magic it was that tied them together, it made Sin feel what Zai felt. Even as his own body became submerged, consumed, by a passion he’d never known. A desire so intense, it was both thrilling and terrifying for its ability to dissolve all of his control.
All of his sanity.
He felt Zai’s trunk-like thighs brace his own apart, to make room for those lean, muscular hips.
He felt the plump, wet head of the Hunter’s thick, hard cock at his entrance. Pushing insistently at the tightly shut hole, creating a pressure Sin had never felt before.
