Primal Bond (Warlords of Vasz #4)

16. Chapter 16

Chapter sixteen

F inn’s eyes flicked up, a mix of shame and frustration boiling inside him. “I’m good at this,” he insisted, voice tinged with desperation. “I can—”

“I don’t want anything that Urlek made you do,” Zanik cut him off, his voice steady and firm.

Finn’s heart sank. "You don't want me at all, then, because that's all I have." The skills Urlek had beaten into him, the ways he had been forced to please others. What else did he have to offer?

But Zanik’s hands didn’t let go. Instead, he pulled Finn back into his lap, Finn's back to Zanik's chest, his touch unexpectedly tender. Finn’s breath hitched as Zanik’s fingers trailed over his skin, tracing patterns that sent shivers through him.

Finn’s mind raced, a jumble of emotions. He didn’t know what to think, how to feel. Zanik’s touch was careful, exploring, almost reverent. It was so different from what he was used to, so foreign, that it left him feeling raw and exposed.

Zanik’s fingers found the hem of Finn’s shirt, slipping beneath it to brush against his bare skin. Finn gasped, his body arching into the touch. The sensation was electric, a stark contrast to the rough handling he had grown accustomed to. He couldn’t help the small, involuntary inhale that escaped his lips.

Finn’s eyes fluttered shut, losing himself in the moment, in the way Zanik’s hands moved over his body. He felt a strange, deep-seated warmth spreading through him, a mix of pleasure and something deeper, something he couldn’t quite name. It scared him, this unfamiliar feeling, but it also drew him in, making him want more.

Finn’s breath hitched as Zanik’s fingers explored the bare skin under his shirt, tracing light, teasing patterns that sent shivers down his spine. He felt Zanik’s hands, calloused and strong, moving with a reverence that was both bewildering and intoxicating. This wasn’t the rough, demanding touch he was used to; it was careful, deliberate, almost worshipful. It made his heart race in a way that was entirely new.

Zanik’s hands traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Finn’s pants. Finn’s pulse quickened, a mixture of fear and anticipation knotting in his stomach. He tried to steady his breathing, forcing himself to stay present, to focus on the sensation of Zanik’s touch.

When Zanik’s hand wrapped around his cock, Finn gasped, his body arching involuntarily into the touch. The contrast of the Borraq’s rough palm against his sensitive skin sent a shock of pleasure through him. Finn’s mind reeled, a thousand thoughts and emotions crashing into each other.

Zanik’s movements were slow and measured, his grip firm but careful. Each stroke was deliberate, almost reverent, as if Zanik was committing every inch of Finn to memory.

Finn’s breaths came in short, heated bursts, his body responding with a desperation that surprised him. It was overwhelming.

His eyes fluttered shut, his head falling back against Zanik’s shoulder. He let out a low, needy moan, unable to hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping his lips. Zanik’s other hand roamed over his chest, fingers brushing against his nipples, adding to the sensory overload. Finn’s body trembled, his mind a haze of desire and disbelief. How was it possible to feel this good?

“Just let go,” Zanik’s voice was a low rumble in his ear, sending another shiver down Finn’s spine. “You deserve this.”

Finn’s heart clenched at the words. Deserve? He had never thought of himself as deserving anything but survival. But here, in Zanik’s arms, with the Borraq’s hands worshiping his body, he allowed himself to believe it, just for a moment. He allowed himself to enjoy the pleasure, to let go of the fear and the shame, to be in the moment.

The pleasure built rapidly, each stroke of Zanik’s hand bringing him closer to the edge. Finn’s breaths turned into ragged pants, his body tensing with the impending climax. When he finally came, it was with a shuddering gasp, his release spilling over his stomach — and spilling down over Zanik’s black leather armor. The sight of that was surreal.

As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Finn slumped against Zanik, his body spent but his mind buzzing with the aftershocks of what had just happened. Two could play at this game, he decided . He was going to—

Before Finn could do anything, Zanik leaned forward and wrapped Finn's leash around the frame of the console in front of them, looping it in a quick knot. The tie pulled Finn forward, forcing a space between the two of them. The cold, metallic sound of the chain locking into place echoed through the shuttle.

“Hey!” Finn protested, a mix of annoyance and confusion coloring his voice. He tugged at the leash, but it held as firm as a Borraq knot could, keeping him in place. His eyes flashed with indignation as he turned to face Zanik, now tethered just outside of touching distance.

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-addled brain 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 feeling lightheaded. 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."