Since when did consent matter to a Devil of Vitality?
Pavel’s hand slipped to the back of his skull, gripping his hair hard enough to make him hiss. “Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about me, Doctor.”
“I haven’t,” he lied.
“Really? Are you sure?” His mouth dropped to his, but he didn’t kiss him, instead he hovered there, just out of reach with his hold in Zane’s hair keeping him in place. “I’m a little more myself tonight, but since I had to use the change to get in here, that might not last.”
Was he talking about his shapeshifting? Did that do something to him afterward? Was that why he’d been so…intense, in the woods?
“I’ll give you a choice, just one,” Pavel continued. “You can tell me the truth, tell me whether or not you’ve been thinking about me, and I can take it easy on you. Or you can stick with the lie.”
Zane really shouldn’t play into his hand like this but…“What’s going easy on me look like?”
Pavel grinned even though that wasn’t exactly an agreement. “It means I’ll open you up nicely with my fingers before I fill you with my cock. If you were anywhere near as tight as you were before, you’ll need it. If we skip that step, I’ll most likely tear you open. Personally? I don’t mind a mixture of blood and come as I breed you, but you might want to keep the pain to a minimum.”
It did not pass his notice that Pavel wasn’t promising there would be no pain at all.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” Zane admitted, pausing for effect before adding, “Thinking about sliding my knife between your ribs.”
“You can play with my insides once I’m done playing with yours,” Pavel told him, and then before Zane could do more than furrow his brow, reached down and tore his swim pants off. A second later, he speared two fingers into his unprepared hole.
Zane cried out, head tipping back against Pavel’s hold, partially submerging his head. The burn didn’t last long, making way for zips of pleasurable electricity as his hole was stretched and forced open.
Pavel’s movements were harried, an indicator he hadn’t been joking about potentially losing his cool. Two fingers turned to three, his hand easing its grip on Zane’s head to cup the base of his skull instead, helping to keep him above water as he finger fucked him into a joined frenzy.
“Here?” He curled his fingers inside of him, nodding when Zane’s jerking body answered his question. “Yes, there it is. There’s that magic spot that can make you come apart for me. Would you like that, gorgeous? Would you like me to bring you to orgasm?”
Zane fought against the pleasure threatening to drag him into submission and growled, practically baring his teeth. “Not if you were the last man on the planet.”
“No?” He pulled his fingers free and groped Zane’s balls instead, pulling at them and rolling them in his palm, his touch gentle yet firm. Possessive. “What if I was the last man on Hexa then, hmm?”
Zane frowned. “What?”
Pavel kissed him the same second his fingers thrust back into his hole, corkscrewing deep inside of him the same way his tongue was. He sucked and bit, careful not to draw blood with his teeth this time, making sure there was no threat of it in his actions even as he drove Zane higher and higher into ecstasy.
Shit.
The moment Zane lost was palpable, clearly felt by the both of them at the same time even, because Pavel chuckled against his mouth and began ravishing him with more aggression. His tongue shot all the way back, practically tapping against Zane’s tonsils and then dipping further, as though checking his gag reflex. He moaned, pleased, when all Zane did was swallow and shift beneath him.
“I wanted this to last so much longer,” Pavel said, voice rushed and husky. He removed his fingers again and reached between his own thighs, not allowing Zane the chance to try and sneak a peek as he grabbed his cock and brought the swollen tip to his entrance. “I wanted to at least try to make our first time special, but I should have known it was always going to come to this.”
“To what?” Zane couldn’t help but ask.
“Me forcing you beneath me. Me,” he notched his cockhead at his entrance, both of them sucking in a sharp breath, “forcing you to learn what I’ve always known to be true. That no one can make you feel the way I can make you feel. No one is ever going to fuck you better than I will.”
Pavel drove into him, grinding himself against Zane’s ass as he filled him past that point of pleasure once more, andinto that mildly uncomfortable place where he felt too full and weird. As if sensing that, he eased himself out slowly, taking his time with it, watching the range of emotions splay across Zane’s face as he did. He dragged himself almost to the tip and then slammed back home, water splashing over the steps and spraying into Zane’s eyes, causing him to sputter.
Pavel leaned over him, the glimmer in his eyes, the same one from the other night, Zane’s only warning before he said, “Deep breath, gorgeous.”
Zane sucked in some air and then was shoved beneath the water, his head whacking against the step before being held there. Pavel’s hand held him by the throat, not squeezing but keeping him submerged as he rutted into him.
He could hold his breath for around six minutes typically, but that wasn’t when he was being impaled by a massive cock and forced to feel like he was strapped to an actual electric chair. His lungs started burning far too quickly, the pool water sweeping away the tears prickling at the corner of his eyes as he was assaulted by too much sensation at once.
The feel of Pavel pounding in and out of him, the constriction on his chest and the way it felt like his lungs were burning and shriveling up all at once. He couldn’t keep his eyes open against the onslaught of the water, closing them and almost gasping when Pavel swiveled his hips and started jabbing against his prostate.
Zane was torn free from the water, but only allowed a quick inhale before Pavel’s mouth was on his again. The kiss stole his breath away, literally, the other man seemingly trying to suck his tongue down his own throat before he allowed him to retreat.
“Have you ever fucked in this pool before?” Pavel asked, and it took Zane far longer than it should have for him to process he was speaking at all. “Focus, gorgeous, I know my cock is good,but I need you to tell me if this is your first time being screwed in this room.”
