Page 54 of Primal Bond

“Show me,” Finn breathed, his voice a mixture of desperation and command.

Zanik’s instincts roared to life. The pressure and heat of Finn's body in his arm drove him wild. He couldn’t resist the call of his mate, the need to claim and possess. Finn writhed against him, the teasing pressure making him squirm. Each movement sent shivers through Zanik’s body, heightening his arousal.

He imagined them hidden away in the jungle, the world around them a blur of green and shadows. The rough bark of a tree at Finn’s back, the leaves rustling with their every movement. The idea of taking Finn in such a wild, natural setting sent a jolt of raw desire through him.

Finn’s fingers dug into Zanik’s shoulders, his body arching, seeking more. “Zanik, I need—”

Zanik’s restraint snapped. He pushed forward, the head of his cock breaching Finn’s entrance, the tight heat enveloping him. Finn’s gasp echoed in the docking bay, his body trembling. Zanik growled, the sound low and primal, as he began to claim what was his.

He pushed in slowly, his eyes never leaving Finn’s face. The sensation was incredible, the tight heat of Finn enveloping him. Finn’s breath hitched, his fingers digging into Zanik’s shoulders.

Zanik thrust deeper, feeling Finn’s body stretch to accommodate him. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. He started moving, each stroke sending waves of ecstasy through him. Finn's moans filled the air, his head falling back against the wall, exposing the vulnerable line of his throat.

Zanik couldn’t resist. He leaned in, pressing hot kisses along Finn’s neck, tasting the salt of his skin. “You feel so good,” he growled against Finn’s ear.

Finn’s hips bucked against him, urging him on. “Faster, Zanik. Don’t hold back.”

With a primal roar, Zanik picked up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. His second cock, slick with precome, rubbed against Finn’s own erection, creating a delicious friction that made Finn cry out.

“Zanik,” Finn moaned, his voice breaking with pleasure. “I’m close...”

Zanik’s hand wrapped around Finn’s cock, pressing it against his second member. He pumped them together, the slick heat driving them both mad. “Come for me, Finn,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding.

Finn’s body tensed, his legs tightening around Zanik’s waist as he cried out, his release spilling over Zanik’s hand and cock. The sight and feel of Finn’s orgasm pushed Zanik over the edge. He thrust deep, his own release flooding into Finn, filling him completely.

They stayed like that for a moment, panting and clinging to each other, the aftershocks of their pleasure rippling through them. Zanik slowly pulled out, careful not to hurt Finn. He lowered Finn to the ground, their bodies still pressed close.

“Are you okay?” Zanik asked, his voice softening with concern.

Finn nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Better than okay.”

Zanik pressed a gentle kiss to Finn’s forehead, his heart pounding with a mix of emotions. He had never felt this way before — so connected, so protective. He knew this was more than just lust. It was something deeper, something that scared and thrilled him in equal measure.

He leaned back against the wall, breathless, his heart still racing. He watched Finn, sprawled across the floor, a satisfied grin stretching across his face. The boy's chest rose and fell rapidly, his skin glistening with sweat.

Finn's eyes sparkled with mischief as he broke the silence. “So, that’s how claiming a mate goes, huh?” He feigned an academic tone, lifting his eyebrows in exaggerated curiosity.

Zanik felt a growl rumble in his chest. “You’re a brat, you know that?” He smacked Finn’s hip lightly, a playful punishment for his audacity.

Finn yelped, then laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “Hey! Just trying to learn the ways of the Borraq.” He shrugged, feigning innocence.

Zanik shook his head, a smile creeping onto his lips despite himself. “You feel safe enough to be a pain in the ass now?”

Finn leaned back on his elbows, his grin widening. “Guess so." He pushed himself up to sit, a spark of challenge in his eyes. “I think I could get used to this whole ‘claiming’ thing.”

Zanik’s thoughts raced. Finn’s teasing brought a sense of warmth that he hadn’t expected. The boy’s spirit was infectious, drawing Zanik out of his own darkness.

“Careful,” Zanik warned, a hint of amusement in his tone. “You keep that up, and I might just take it personally.”

Finn laughed, the sound light and carefree. Zanik realized then how much he had missed laughter — how long it had been since he felt this relaxed.

“Is that a threat?” Finn asked, leaning closer, a playful glint in his eyes.

“Don’t push your luck.”

Finn smirked, clearly unbothered. “No promises.”

Chapter twenty-four

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