Good Light. He prayed for the return of his famous patience now.
Chapter 16:
Zane was good at this.
Really, really good at it.
Too good.
The suede of the coach shifted beneath him as Pavel readjusted his legs in a poor attempt to relieve some of the pressure on the spot between them.
The swollen, achy spot that he couldn’t touch or even slip free from the cinching confines of his pants. His eyes were locked on the man lying on his back on the floor before him, trying not to think about howcloseZane actually was.
A moan filled the air and Pavel ground his teeth against the way that caused his stomach to lurch. Good Light, this was torture.
Zane played with himself as though he were alone, his feet set on the thinly carpeted floor, thighs spread wide so Pavel could see every minute detail. His lower abs bunched as he rolled his heavy sack in one hand, his motions switching between light tugs and squeezes as he fondled himself.
His other hand tweaked at his nipples, roughly yanking on them and rolling the buds between two fingers. He hissed whenever he was too rough with himself, but never shied awayfrom the touches, the lengthening member between his thighs proof he was enjoying every second of it.
Once he was at full mast and straining, the hand cupping his balls dropped lower, middle finger circling his puckered hole. He lifted his ass, giving himself better access and Pavel a better view at the same time, both of them groaning when he hooked that digit inside of himself.
Pavel wanted to touch him. Wanted to order him onto his hands and knees. Wanted to demand Zane present himself like a good boy. Wanted—A harsh chuckle cut through his thoughts and his gaze lifted back to Zane’s face.
The Doctor was smirking at him knowingly. “Giving up already?”
Pavel frowned, realizing with a curse that his hand was rubbing at his own thigh. He forced himself to stop the movement, going completely still even when the other man laughed at him.
“Your eyes are glowing,” Zane pointed out. He continued to stretch himself, seemingly unbothered when Pavel could no longer resist and his attention dropped back down. “Where did you store the video file?”
The question came out of nowhere and his mind scrambled to comprehend it. Before he really could, Zane reached for the black bag.
He’d set the dildo on top of it while he warmed himself up, but now he moved it and took out a bottle of lube. Still on his back, he brought the bottle low, squirting a hefty amount of the clear liquid just below his balls.
“Remember the pool?” Zane asked, fingers roaming down until they came to his hole again. Slowly, he started to push the globs of lube into his entrance.
“I know what you’re doing,” Pavel warned, but his tone lacked all the bite that needed to be in it. “You can’t play me like Lyra or Kaz.”
“Lyra likes to finger me too,” he said. “And Kazimir? Kazimir likes to bury himself deep on that final pump and bite my shoulder, right,” his free hand taped at the mostly healed mark where Pavel had torn through his flesh, “here.”
“You get under people’s skin,” it was as much a personal reminder as it was a statement. “I know you.”
“Think so?” Zane sat up, maintaining eye contact while he reached for the dildo, slathering it in lube as well. Gracefully, he slipped a leg through one of the thigh straps, then the other, until he could slide the toy up his body. He moved into a kneeling position next, knees spread wide as he lifted and adjusted the thick crown of the black silicone cock. “You know what this is like then, right?”
He sunk down onto the object, lips parting in a silent gasp as he took all eight inches of the toy. “You don’t, do you? Because you’ve never had me like this. You can forcefully fuck me in a pool or in the dirt against my will, but this?”
Zane planted his left hand on the carpet, leaning ever so slightly forward as he fully seated himself. The glint in his eye was wicked, the mask he’d been wearing earlier for Nikita and Ledger dropping away to reveal his true face.
To the rest of the planet, protecting the Retinue was Zane Solace’s calling. What he’d done in the restaurant, throwing himself into harm's way because Nikita belonged to Ledger, that was common behavior. Madden kept them in line, Zane kept them safe. It’d been that way since the beginning.
If he had to take a guess, Pavel would assume even Kelevra was blind to the truth of the matter.
Zane didn’t care about the Retinue.
Zane cared about Zane.
He’d always been like that, even before he’d been adopted and lost his memories. His survival instincts had always been stronger than most, that was why when all the other children had avoided Pavel like the plague, the much smaller Zane had gravitated toward him. Even then, he’d easily calculated the odds and figured his best shot was at Pavel’s side.
“You don’t know what it’s like to have me welcome you inside,” Zane continued, fiddling with the controls of the toy. “To have me ride you. After tonight, you’ll never get to experience that.”
