Everything about his bashert was. Everything about him was meant to be cherished and prized and honored. That was part of the reason Pavel was even here, switching out items, bettering his baby’s life one stylus at a time.
And if the brand he’d chosen to swap Zane’s old one for happened to be the same one he used?
Total coincidence.
Obviously.
It was hard to choose a single jacket and leave the others behind, but somehow he managed, pulling out the replacement he’d brought from the bag. He hung it up with the others, careful not to make it seem too obvious, and then left to head to the bathroom. Since there was only one, the toothbrush was easier to exchange.
When he opened the glass shower stall door and stepped inside, he breathed in deeply once more, practically purring. The smell of Zane’s products here helped accentuate his natural scent, which was the only reason Pavel was going to allow him to keep using them.
Okay. Stealing one item wasn’t that big of a deal.
Right?
Right.
He grabbed the small bottle of body wash, thrilled to find it was already half empty meaning Zane had gotten good use out of it, and then tossed it into his bag.
On his way out, he glanced at Zane’s multi-slate which was set on the end table, eyes narrowing when he saw there was a message from Wells Diar. That bastard had a serious death wish, and there was no telling how much longer Pavel would be able to hold back.
He clicked to open the message, skimming it over before clicking delete. It was just garbage about wanting to meet again to discuss Zane’s research project, as though Zane needed any sort of help from Wells in the first place.
The fact that Zane entertained scum like Wells and Lyra seriously pissed him off, and Pavel felt his eyes begin to glow as he set his sights on the sleeping form turned away from him. It’d be so easy to slide into bed with him and—
No.
No, if Zane realized he was here, it would ruin the game.
But then again…Pavel didn’t have to wake him to get off…
Setting the bag down as quietly as he could, he moved to the other side of the bed where he could get a better view of Zane’s sleeping face. He looked so peaceful in slumber, those sharp glares and pinched expressions he was known for when awake absent.
His cock came out of his pants with ease, already rock hard and leaking. Pavel took his time with it, swirling his thumb around the flushed head of his crown before pressing against his slit. He almost moaned, just barely holding it back as his hips flicked forward.
Zane’s lips parted on a sigh and he shifted in his sleep, causing Pavel to freeze up. But he wasn’t waking, still completely unaware that he was being watched.
Pavel’s hand started to stroke himself, precome instantly creating a glide for his palm and fingers. He couldn’t help but stare at that mouth, imagining what it would feel like to step around the bed and force himself past those burgundy lips.
Would Zane panic and try to bite him, or would he come awake knowing who it was?
Would he suck him off like a good boy, or fight like he had in the woods and in the pool?
Maybe Pavel would have to tie him down. Chain him to the bed, straddle his face, and drive himself in deep enough to choke Zane on his dripping cock. He’d face fuck him hard enough the headboard would whack repeatedly against the wall. Loud enough to draw attention from the guards that roamed the grounds. They’d come to investigate—or better yet, they’d wake Lyra and bring her directly. She’d walk in and see firsthand exactly who Zane Solace had been made for.
She’d finally learn who he belonged to.
Pavel groped at his balls, tugging at them as he tightened his grip around his cock and thrust harder. The urge to claim his bashert was growing, matching the way pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his lower gut until he knew he was about ready to burst.
Before he could change his mind or consider how risky it was, the hand on his balls dropped, grabbing onto the edge of the comforter. He lifted it, exposing Zane’s bare legs, moving higher until he could see the space between his thighs and the tight black boxer briefs he was wearing.
The only thing he was wearing.
Matching undies.
That’s what they needed.
That’s what Pavel would switch out next.
