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This was something else entirely. Give, maybe.

Something inside Zane twisted. It made him dizzy, setting off this deep, throbbing ache inside until he was half-hard and tenting his sweatpants.

“What are you doing to me?” he mumbled in-between kisses.

“Nothing yet, Lois,” Asa teased.

“Why are you being so soft?” Zane whined, not sure why he was so scared of this side of Asa.

It wasn’t like Asa had never been romantic or less aggressive, but Asa was…Asa. He took what he wanted, leaving a trail of damage in his wake like an F5 tornado.

Bite marks. Bruises. Fingerprints pressed into Zane’s skin. Teeth marks he could trace afterward. A body that ached the next morning in all the places Asa had wanted him most. Something real and tangible for Zane to cling to, so he could see the evidence of Asa’s love, of his need for Zane.

That kind of love made sense to him. He knew how to trust what he could touch.

But this wasn’t that.

There would be nothing to inspect in the mirror afterward. No bruise to press just to feel the echo of Asa’s hands. No mark that said, He wanted me this much. Just Asa looking at him like this. Touching him like this.

This was something new. Something Zane couldn’t hold in his hands.

And it was freaking him out.

Asa sighed, taking a step back. “I talked to Felix.”

Zane’s brows knitted together. “Okay?”

“Do you remember asking him if he thought I could fuck you without it hurting?” Asa asked.

Zane sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s… That’s not what I meant. We were drunk. I wasn’t complaining. You know I love⁠—”

Asa put a hand over Zane’s mouth. “Breathe, Lois. I’m not offended. I’m not even capable of being offended. I just thought—” He leaned down to kiss Zane’s neck. “Since it’s your birthday—” Teeth gently nibbled the shell of his ear. “You might let me play with you in a different way.”

Asa dropped his hand and took Zane’s mouth once more in a kiss that made his knees weak.

“Will you let me?”

“I… I…yes?” Zane asked, too dizzy with want and confusion to come up with a reason to say no.

Asa tipped his chin up, meeting his gaze. “Good boy.”

Something clenched deep within Zane at the casual praise, then once more as Asa’s eyes raked over him, a near-feral smile crossing his face before he walked past Zane to the bed.

Zane turned to follow him with his eyes.

Asa sat on the edge of the mattress, leaning back on his palms, his voice practically purring as he said, “Take your clothes off, Lois.”

Zane’s cock stirred at the authority in Asa’s tone, desperate to obey.

Fuck, maybe they were both animals. Asa the alpha and Zane was his helpless omega, born to take whatever he was given, to be fucked dumb and bred again and again for his alpha’s pleasure.

The thought hit some deeply embarrassing place in his brain and sank in like claws. Zane swallowed a groan at the idea of being ass up for Asa. It happened all the time, but in his fantasy, it was something more than preference, more than kink.

Instinct. Biology. Inevitability.

This secret fantasy where his only purpose was satisfying Asa’s needs. Where Asa kept him tied up and naked, always ready to take his cock.

What was it Asa always said? That Zane was made for this? In Zane’s deepest fantasies, that was more than just dirty talk. It was fact.