Page 45 of Primal Bond

Finn's orgasm hit him like a wave, crashing over him with an intensity that left him breathless. His cock pulsed in Zanik's hand, hot come splashing over them both.

Zanik didn't slow down. With a primal growl, he buried his face in the crook of Finn's neck, his hot breath sending shivers down Finn's spine. He grabbed Finn's hips, his grip bruising, and buried himself deep inside Finn, pounding into him hard and fast.

The sensation of Zanik's cock filling him, stretching him, was intense. Finn could feel every inch of Zanik, the heat of him, the power behind each thrust. It was raw, primal — and Finn loved every second of it. He clung to Zanik, his fingers digging into the Borraq's muscular back, urging him on.

Zanik's thrusts became erratic, his breath hot and ragged against Finn's neck. With a final, deep thrust, Zanik filled Finn with his come, the heat of it spreading through Finn, marking him, claiming him.

They collapsed together, breathing hard, their bodies sticky and sweaty. Finn's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. He'd been used before, locked away like a dirty secret.

But this... this was different. This was Zanik, holding him close, not pushing him away.

Zanik wrapped an arm around Finn, pulling him close to his chest. Finn could feel Zanik's heartbeat, strong and steady, a comforting rhythm that grounded him. He snuggled closer, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You're a mess," Zanik rumbled, his voice laced with amusement.

Finn laughed, a sound that felt foreign yet right. "Yeah, well, you're not exactly clean yourself, boss."

Zanik chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Finn. "True enough."

Finn's eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion and contentment washing over him. He felt safe, warm — and for the first time in a long time, he felt like himself.

Chapter twenty-one

Zanik stirred awake, his body warm and pleasantly heavy. He blinked, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar weight on his chest. Looking down, he saw a mop of tousled sandy brown hair.

Finn.

Memories of the night before flooded back. After their encounter in the cockpit, they'd stumbled back to his quarters, barely making it through the door before clothes started flying. Round two had been just as intense as the first.

Zanik smirked to himself.Finally back in my own bed.

He studied Finn's sleeping form, marveling at the difference between them. How small and delicate humans seemed to be, compared to Borraq. Finn's frame was slight, his skin soft despite its collection of scars.

Yet beneath that fragile exterior lay a resilience Zanik hadn't expected. Finn had endured so much, and still he fought back with a fire that both infuriated and captivated Zanik.

These feelings were... unexpected. New.

But somehow, they felt right.

Finn stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He looked up at Zanik, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Morning," Finn mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

"About time you woke up," Zanik growled, but there was no real heat behind it.

Finn stretched, wincing slightly. "Ow. I think you broke me last night."

"Hardly. If you can still complain, you're fine."

"Is that a challenge?" Finn waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Zanik rolled his eyes, fighting back a grin. "We have work to do."

As Finn stretched, Zanik's eyes traced the myriad scars criss-crossing his pale skin. Some were faint, barely visible. Others stood out in stark relief, angry and red.

A surge of protectiveness welled up in Zanik's chest. He wanted to hunt down every person who'd ever hurt Finn and make them pay.

Finn caught him staring, and grinned. "Like what you see?" He struck an exaggerated pose.

Zanik snorted. "You're ridiculous."

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