He made good on his earlier threat to devour him, capturing Zane’s chin and forcing him in place when the other man tried to turn away. When Zane shoved at his chest, Pavel merely pressed himself more tightly against him, pinning his hands between them.
Zane tasted better than he remembered. Like honey and wine and—
The doctor bit down on his tongue hard enough for the sharp taste of copper to explode in both of their mouths.
Growling, Pavel pulled back just enough to give him a warning glare, and then dug his fingers and thumb against Zane’s bottom jaw, forcing his mouth open. “Bite me again,” he breathed against his lips a second before he fucked back intohim, his tongue tracing the roof of his mouth and his teeth. “I’ll return every favor with one of my own, gorgeous. That’s a threat and a promise.”
Zane shivered and struggled some more, but Pavel was stronger, a fact that was becoming more and more clear from the panic on his face that the doctor hadn’t accounted for.
Pavel blindly felt around the side of the beam until he made contact with the other part of the chain and quickly tightened it around Zane’s chest. Confident his quarry was well and truly trapped, he let go and took a deliberate step back so he could relish in his handiwork.
He let out a whistle. “You look lovely, gorgeous. All flushed from the run and anticipation.” He tipped his head and reconsidered. “Or is that fear I’m sensing?”
Zane tugged against the chains, but all it did was rattle the metal. “What is this? What are you doing?”
“Exactly what I told you I would.” He tapped against Zane’s nose, chuckling when the other man snapped at him. “I already warned you what will happen if you bite me again. I’ll have to pay you back for the first one,” he stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched it, the pad of his thumb coming back stained red, “later, right now I have other plans for you that don’t involve you bleeding.”
“Is that supposed to be comforting?” Zane snapped.
“Not at all, Doctor,” he said. “I would never insult your intelligence like that.” Pavel reached out and grabbed onto Zane’s belt buckle, grinning when that had the other man instantly stilling. “What? You didn’t really think I was going to let you keep your pants, did you?” He tutted at him, and then while Zane cursed and tried to twist out of his grasp, stripped him of both his pants and his boxers.
They got caught around Zane’s ankles, but that was fine, he had enough access to the other man like this.
“You aren’t hard for me,” he noted, a bit disappointed as he palmed at Zane’s flaccid dick. “But you are warm.”
“Don’t touch me!” He swiveled his hips in an attempt to turn away from Pavel’s grasp, so Pavel stomped down on the material of his pants between his feet, effectively preventing him from doing so. “Get off!”
“I am,” Pavel replied, lightly pawing at Zane’s body, knowing the stimuli would eventually be enough to get a reaction. “You’re big, Doctor.” His mood soured. “I bet Lyra likes that.”
“What—Shit!” Zane squeezed his eyes shut and banged his head back against the stone when Pavel squeezed his balls. “Stop!”
He let up, going back to stroking him in slow, measured caresses. “Have you ever fucked Kazimir’s hole?” He hated that he had to ask, but there were things he’d been unable to find out on his own from the outside looking in. When Zane glared at him, he gave another warning squeeze that seemed to do the trick.
His doctor was a fast learner.
“No,” Zane grated. “I never fucked him.”
“Let’s not lie, gorgeous,” he quipped. “It’ll only piss me off.”
“Fine, obviously we’ve fucked, but no, I’ve never topped him.”
“No interest?”
Zane hesitated but Pavel allowed it this time. Then he shook his head once.
“Do you enjoy sticking it to Lyra?”
“I—”
“Remember to be honest, gorgeous.”
Zane blew out a breath then admitted in a quiet, almost sullen voice, “I used to.”
Pavel hummed in understanding and stepped closer, his free hand slipping beneath the end of Zane’s black dress shirt. He slid it upward, practically salivating as he traveled over the rise and fall of Zane’s muscular form before reaching his left nipple. He pressed against it, and when that garnered him no reaction, roughly tweaked it between two fingers.
Zane gasped and arched slightly off the beam as much as the chains would allow.
“I see they trained you to enjoy nipple play.” At least they’d done something right. That along with turning Zane into the sex-starved creature he was. There’d been a period of time where any little thing that stressed or annoyed the doctor would send him running straight into Kaz’s arms.
