“Why does that matter?”
“It just does.”
“I…” He licked his lips, recalling that he had to be calculating here. He’d never asked for this, and he certainly didn’t—A loud moan was ripped from his lips when Pavel rammed into him as hard as he could.
Okay. Maybe Zane wanted it. A little.
“Answer the question, gorgeous,” Pavel warned.
“Or what? You’re going to drown me?”
“We both know how long you can hold your breath,” he reminded. “But I’m definitely holding you under again, no matter what you tell me next. I want to feel you come on my cock while your body is desperate for air. I want,” he nipped at the curve of his jaw, “to screw you up so badly, you won’t be able to tell what you're desperate for the next time, me or oxygen. You know what happens then?”
Zane’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t actually expect him to answer that one.
“Your subconscious can no longer tell the difference, and you’re left feeling breathless and desperate for just me.” He shoved Zane back under and fucked into him a few times before dragging him back up. “Answer the question, gorgeous.”
“You’ll hurt me if I tell you something you don’t want to hear?” Zane shouldn’t be taunting him like this, not with the ache of the guy’s teeth marks still healing, but he couldn’t help it.
Pavel Hart was impressive, stunning even. He’d snuck into the Little Palace and overcome Zane so easily, like it was nothing. He was towering over Zane, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else, keeping all of his attention on Pavel’s tanned skin and the dark shade of his lips.
On the way his eyes were starting to glow bold, neon yellow, the color growing brighter and brighter the longer Zane kept quiet. It was tempting to refuse to speak just to see how vibrant they could get, but Zane’s balls drew up and his dick gushed and twitched, warning he was close to coming. If he did that before Pavel was fully satisfied, there’d be hell to pay. Zane had learned that lesson from someone else. Someone equally as deranged as the man currently screwing his brains out.
“Kazimir fucked me on that chaise,” Zane said, his voice hoarse. “And in the shower room. And on the floor by the windows. Againstthe windows—”
“That,” Pavel covered his mouth and glared, “was averybad move, gorgeous.”
Zane went back under, and this time he was kept there, bent backward over the steps, his legs stretched wide to accommodate Pavel’s wild body. He took him like they really were animals, with the same ferocity he had back in the woods. And he hated it, because Pavel’s cock was so amazing, it didn’t take long for him to forget all about how he had to hold his breath.
He gasped, swallowing a bit of water without meaning to, digging his nails into Pavel’s wrist. His eyes desperately searched for the other man’s, trying to convey he was serious, all while his traitorous dick continued to leak and his hole continued to suck on Pavel’s cock like it was trying to hold onto it forever.
There was a flash of silver to his left, then a sharp pain that had him cursing and losing even more air in the process. The feeling came just behind his ear, and he recognized the smooth sting of it.
The bastard had just cut him with something.
Red started to seep into the water, but Zane didn’t allow that to worry him. Blood would spread even if it were only acouple of drops, and judging from the type of pain and the location, the cut hadn’t been deep or long.
Pavel pressed a finger against the spot below his ear, the hand still around his throat loosening ever so slightly while he did.
Zane took that opportunity to move, lifting himself free from the water to gasp and cough, effectively sinking himself further onto Pavel’s cock in the process.
As though he didn’t care that Zane had defied him, Pavel wrapped his arms around his waist and began to thrust upward, mouthing at the spot he’d bitten. “There you go, gorgeous. Good boy. Ride me just like that. There you go.”
Zane blinked and grabbed at the back of Pavel’s nape, but he didn’t try and pull the other man away. Instead he clung to him as his lungs filled and his vision started to regain focus.
“Come for me,” Pavel ordered, pulling back enough to lick at Zane’s left nipple. “Come for me, bashert. Squeeze around my cock and milk me for all that I’m worth. Let me fill you up until you’re bursting with—”
“Shut up,” Zane got the words out, but that was it before his body was betraying him. He dropped his head back and screamed as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever felt ripped through him. Everything turned too bright and then blacked out around him as he crashed through the intense waves of pleasure, one after the other, his dick emptying out into the pool as his hole tightened around Pavel to the point it might even have been painful for the other man.
Or…not, since suddenly Pavel was joining him, growling as he buried himself deep.
Zane could feel his come filling him, the hot press of it against his inner walls, stretching him to accommodate it as it flooded his insides. He made a sound of protest as Pavel shifted,moving away from the steps to carry him back over to the front of the pool where they’d been standing before.
“Pull out,” Zane demanded when he felt his shoulders press against the hard edge of the pool, unable to open his eyes even though he could feel the other man staring at him. “It’s starting to hurt. Take it out.”
“It’s uncomfortable,” he corrected, as though it was his ass being pumped full of offensive spunk. “You’ll adjust.”
He shook his head and emitted a whiney sound that was so far removed from his personality, any other time and he would have been mortified by it. “I don’t want to. How are you even still coming?”
