“Yes.”
“Who’s your man?”
“You are.”
“Going to have to do better than that.” Pavel was so close to exploding. He reached for the object he’d set aside, trying not to startle Zane into knowing what he was doing.
“Hart,” Zane practically moaned his name. “Pavel. Hart. I’m yours. You’ve claimed me. So come already and prove that I can get you off as easily as you can get me—”
Pavel drove himself deep into Zane’s body, triggering the doctor’s second orgasm. As soon as he started to twitch and empty, Pavel turned the star crystal dagger in his hand and brought the tip to the other man’s thigh. “Deep breath.”
He carved the P quickly, but that didn’t stop Zane from gasping and crying out. He was fast enough he was already done before the doctor had the sense to try and stop him, his dick still releasing and making a mess of the table despite the shock and pain from being cut.
“What did you do?!” Zane demanded.
“Marked what’s mine.” He clamped his jaw over that spot he’d bitten last month, holding on as he reached his own peak. Ittook all of his self-control, but he didn’t break skin, recalling that Zane hadn’t seemed fond of being torn the first time.
Instead, he drove his cock in and pulled Zane’s body down on top of him, emptying into his body. Cock pumping him full of his come, so much that he felt it spilling out and pouring over his balls. As soon as he loosened his hold on him, Zane fell forward, exhausted, and he followed, blanketing himself over him even as he continued to paint his insides with cream.
Pavel captured his chin and turned his head for a kiss, this one less frenzied, more comforting than anything. There’d been mention of him being bad at aftercare and he was determined to prove his delectable doctor wrong.
He hushed him when Zane whimpered against his mouth and rocked his hips. “Almost, baby,” he promised. “Almost done.”
Recalling that the cameras were still rolling, Pavel hit the button to shut them off. There was no reason to share this. This moment, soft and sweet between the two of them, wasn’t meant for anyone else.
“You take forever to finish,” Zane complained, pulling away from the kiss to drop his cheek against the table. “Hurry up.”
“I’m doing my best.” He ran a hand through his hair, noting it was practically drenched in sweat now. They’d need a shower after this. Or, more likely another bath. He didn’t see how his bashert had a hope of standing on his own for at least the next twelve hours.
“Pull the toy out a least. You’re killing me here.”
It was tempting to torture his bashert a little longer, but Pavel ended up obliging. The dildo came out with a squelch, instantly making him regret it when he thought of all the come now dripping from Zane’s hole as he tossed the toy onto the table.
“Pavel.” Zane angled his head at him over his shoulder, still unable to see with the blindfold on. “We’re even now, right? For…everything?”
It was cute that he didn’t want to risk bringing up that month or the dates he’d gone on.
“Yeah,” he smiled at him. “We’re even, gorgeous.”
They were so, so much better than that.
Chapter 32:
They were so not even.
Zane scowled as he stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, mainly at the four-inch-long P carved into his left thigh just above the knee. He’d pulled the bandage to the side to look at it, and sort of wished he hadn’t.
He should be furious. It’d hurt, he’d been marked without his permission, and it’d been made withhisknife.
And yet…
Zane’s fingers passed over the cut, the sting only making him tip his head in curiosity.
Damn it.
Helikedit.
“There’s something wrong with me,” he muttered, though if he were being honest, that wasn’t exactly news. He’d known all about how sick and twisted he was after Kazimir had taken him against his will and he’d walked away from it having had the best orgasm of his life.
