“This is normal for my kind.”
That caught his attention, and his eyes opened ever so slightly. “What are you exactly?”
Pavel sighed heavily, and then without answering, he finally did as Zane asked and dragged him off his still-hard cock. But instead of putting him back down, he flipped Zane, folding him over the pool so his feet dangled in the water while the rest of him was flat on the heated tiles.
His cheek slapped against the floor and he hissed. “Stop doing that! Every time you toss me around you come close to giving me a concussion!” When he felt Pavel’s fingers on his taint he yelped. “What are you doing?”
Two of those thick fingers pushed back into him, ignoring his protests as they repeated the motion.
“Making sure you keep as much of my come as possible,” Pavel replied, though it came almost a full minute after Zane had asked, like he’d been too distracted by scooping and pushing his seed back into Zane’s body to have noticed he’d been asked anything at all until then.
“That’s disgusting.” But he didn’t fight it, grateful at least that the other man was being gentle with his touches and notfinger fucking his raw hole again. “Is this also common for your kind? That where the extremely specific breed kink comes from?”
“I don’t know,” Pavel surprised him by admitting. “I’m not a specific thing, that’s the problem. I’m most likely a mix of several different species, at least a couple of them being of the shapeshifting variety.”
“You don’t know where you come from?” Zane pursed his lips.
“I didn’t say that. Everyone knows what planet I’m from.”
True.
“I’m from Hexa too,” Zane said. “But I can’t change my form at will, and I definitely don’t have any desire to throw someone to the ground and breed them.”
“I want to do it again,” Pavel told him, a dark note to his voice. “I want to breed you in all of the places you let him take you, until your screams ring around the entire room and bounce off of the ceiling.”
“We can’t do that.” And not just because it would bring guards running to them. Zane didn’t want to do that. He didn’t like having sex with this guy.
…Right?
“Your hole just twitched for me,” Pavel sounded pleased.
“Yeah, that’s because you keep touching it. Stop.”
Unsurprisingly, he didn’t listen. Instead, his warm breath fanned against Zane’s presented ass a second before his tongue flicked out, tracing from his balls to his entrance.
Zane groaned, trying to shift away, giving in when his hips were captured and he was forced into place. It was too early for him to get hard again, but with every stroke and dip of that tongue inside him, his breathing labored and his balls tightened.
When Pavel delivered a slap that echoed around them, Zane gasped.
The sound gave him away.
“You like that,” Pavel said.
“No.”
“I won’t debate with you on this, not tonight. I already did what I came here to do.” He plunged his tongue into Zane a couple more times and then pressed his cheek against the curve of his ass and sighed as though he was the one who’d just been violently fucked with little to no oxygen afforded to him.
“You're mine, Doctor.” He started to kneed Zane’s ass. “Aren’t you starting to feel it?”
“No.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, staring across the room at the closed door to the showers—where he had never, not once, slept with Kazimir Ambrosee. “I don’t belong to anyone.”
Apparently Pavel wasn’t in the mood to debate with him on the validity of that statement either. A moment later, he pulled away, leaving Zane folded over the edge of the pool as he collected his things.
And slipped back out the side door and into the night without another word.
Chapter 12:
It was tempting to touch him. To slip beneath the silky comforter and curl up against the delectable doctor's back. To wake him with a trail of kisses along his bare shoulder and Pavel’s cock pressed against the globe of his firm ass.
