Page 35 of Primal Bond

But Zanik was already leaning back, a heated, intense gaze fixed on Finn. “I want you to look but not touch,” Zanik said, his voice low and commanding. There was a fire in his eyes, a desire that sent a shiver down Finn’s spine.

"What, you don't trust me to keep my hands to myself?"

"No," was all the answer he got, low and certain — but delivered with a small smile.

Finn’s first instinct was to argue, to insist that he could handle himself, that he wasn’t some fragile thing to be tied up for his own good. But the words caught in his throat as he watched Zanik’s hands move to the waistband of his pants.

Zanik pulled out his twin cocks, the sight making Finn's breath hitch.Yeah, okay, it's true — maybe I wouldn't be able to keep my hands to myself.

Finn's mind drifted back to that stolen moment when he had spied on Zanik jerking off in the shower. The memory was seared into his brain: Zanik’s muscular frame glistening with water, the way his sharp angles softened under the steamy haze. He recalled the powerful image of Zanik’s hands working over his two thick cocks, the intensity of his movements, the raw, unfiltered pleasure in his eyes. Finn had felt a forbidden thrill watching from the shadows, a mix of arousal and guilt.

But now, here in the shuttle, the real deal was right in front of him. There was no steam to blur the edges, no distance to lessen the impact.

Zanik's twin cocks, thick and alien, were hard and leaking eager precome, glistening in the dim light. Finn's orgasm-addledbrain struggled to process the sight, the sheer size and the primal need they represented.

Zanik locked eyes with Finn, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down Finn's spine. Slowly, deliberately, Zanik began to touch himself, his movements confident and unhurried.

While looking at Finn.

Finn felt his toes curl, a wave of desire crashing over him. The leash held him in place, the metal biting into his skin as he unknowingly strained against his collar, desperate to touch Zanik, to feel the heat and hardness of him.

Not being able to touch Zanik only made Finn want to touch him more.

The restraint was maddening. He watched, transfixed, as Zanik's hand moved faster, the rhythm building, the tension in his body palpable. Finn's own body still hummed with release, but it was almost like Zanik was touching him instead. Finn's breath came in short, heated bursts, his eyes locked on Zanik’s every movement, teeth biting his lip.

Zanik's breaths grew heavier, his muscles tensing as he neared the edge. Finn could see the strain, the way Zanik's body soon shuddered with each stroke, the way his cocks throbbed with need. A whine escaped Finn's lips, surprising himself with the open need in his voice.

Zanik's cold stare bore into Finn's eyes, holding his gaze as he approached his climax. Finn could see the raw intensity in Zanik’s expression — his normally guarded face now laid bare with naked lust. There was a hunger there, a desperate need that Finn found both intimidating and exhilarating.

Each stroke of Zanik’s hand brought a fresh bead of precome to form at the tips of his cocks. They throbbed with a need that matched the urgency in Zanik's eyes. Finn felt a shiver run through him, a mix of awe and desire that left him feelinglightheaded. He had never seen anything like this, never felt such a visceral reaction to someone else's arousal.

He felt an honest urge from deep inside of him, something primal and untouched by the mistreatment he had endured. He wanted to bring Zanik off himself, to be the one to push Zanik over the edge…

Zanik’s body went rigid, a growl rumbling from deep within his chest. Zanik's cocks throbbed, his hips canting up for more as he fixed Finn with a hungry, predator's stare — and then twin streams of come were spilling over his hand, hot and thick.

Fuck. The sight was mesmerizing, raw. Finn’s own body reacted, a shiver of pleasure running through him as he watched Zanik finish.

Their eyes met, the sexual tension still sizzling in the air, unresolved and potent. Finn felt a surge of emotion, a mix of happiness and something deeper, something he couldn't quite name.

Zanik smirked, breaking the charged silence. "Time to plot our second attack on the club."

Finn beamed. "Right behind you."

Chapter seventeen

Days later, Zanik stood again at the entrance of the club, his grip firm around the golden leash that connected him to Finn. The dim, pulsating lights cast shadows across the corridor, illuminating Finn's nearly bare body.

Zanik's gaze lingered on the contours of Finn’s form, the way the scant fabric hugged his skin, leaving little to the imagination. A primal urge clawed at him, one he fought to suppress.

Mate Finn. Claim him fully.

Memories of their last encounter flooded Zanik’s mind. Finn’s wide eyes, filled with desire, haunted him. The way Finn had watched him, completely captivated, as he lost himself in pleasure. Zanik had never seen such raw longing. It was stirring something deep within him.

But now wasn’t the time.

They had someone they had to find — and kill.

He shifted his stance, forcing his attention away from Finn and back to the club entrance. The noise of laughter andmusic spilled out, mingling with the scent of cheap alcohol and something sweeter — human pheromones. Zanik clenched his jaw.

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