Well, that was until Pavel. He topped everything. Every experience Zane had had with any other partner, completely blown out of the water. They were incomparable.
Which was so annoying.
He was trying hard not to think about how they’d been filmed, how this cut could have been more for Lyra and the rest of the viewers than it was for him. How that bothered him more than it should…
Zane traced the P absently.
It should have been an H. If it’d been an H, there’d be no doubts in his mind that this was meant for him and him alone. He wouldn’t be standing here pouting, upset over the possibility that he’d been marked so permanently and intimately all to get a rise out of someone else.
Had it even worked?
He didn’t have his multi-slate, had no clue where Pavel had stashed it, so he couldn’t even check to see if he’d gotten any missed messages from Lyra, Wells, or anyone else for that matter. Surely some of the other Retinue had heard and had tried calling. Maybe even a couple of the Satellite. He needed his device. Needed to check and then come to some sort of decision about all of this once and for all.
Depending on the damage being filmed had caused, maybe he could salvage something. Although…where had Pavel said he was broadcasting them again? All he could remember was something about the university and Lyra definitely finding out. If only he hadn’t been completely out of his mind at the time.
Most of this afternoon was a blur. He’d been reduced to little more than a bundle of nerves after that first hour, and the rest was…Well. Zane would have done or said anything to get those toys off of him and be allowed to come. He’d needed sweet release more than air by that point, and Pavel, that bastard, had known it.
“What are you doing out of bed?” a sleepy voice drifted toward him a moment before Pavel entered the bathroom rubbing at his eyes. He came over and hugged him from behind,clearly uncaring of the way Zane growled at him in warning and stiffened at his touch. He buried his face against his neck and clung. “Come back.”
“Let go.”
He sighed. “This again?”
“I—” Zane found himself bent over the counter, his head practically in the sink. “Seriously?! You—”
Pavel’s cock plunged into him without warning. He folded himself over Zane to keep him down and hushed his complaints, fucking him in a slow, almost sloppy rhythm that gave away just how tired he truly was.
And damn it all to hell and back.
Zane liked that too.
He liked that even half dead, Pavel’s natural instinct was to fuck him into submission.
Was towanthim.
“Shh,” Pavel breathed against the side of his neck. “Be good and let me tire you out so we can go back to bed, hmm? We both need rest, bashert. You can throw your tantrum later.”
“My—” he cut himself off with a growl when Pavel drove in particularly deep and hit all the right places inside of him on the way out. “Fuck.”
“That’s what we’re doing.”
“Hold on,” Zane insisted, trying to push back. He met Pavel’s reflected gaze in the mirror when he was met with resistance and held in place. “Take me to the bedroom. I want to do it there.”
Pavel’s brow winged up.
“You come for a million years,” Zane said. “At least let me be on my back for that. I don’t think I can stand here for that long. My body is still shaky from your abuse earlier.”
“Abuse, huh?”
“Hart,” he sighed. “Please.”
He stilled and then after a moment, pulled out, but before Zane could straighten on his own, Pavel spun him around and hauled him over his shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded as he was carried out of the bathroom and back into the room they’d been sharing.
“You said you were tired,” Pavel reminded, tossing him down onto the bed. He fell down after him, covering his body with his own. His cock was back inside of Zane before he could get another word of protest out. “There you go. Nice and comfortable now, bashert?”
“Fuck you.”
