Page 69 of Primal Bond

“You're thinking too much,” Zanik’s voice rumbled, breaking him from his thoughts.

It was true. Finn let those thoughts disappear like smoke. He smirked, leaning closer. “I'm just thinking about how lucky I am to have a big strong hunk like you to boss around.”

Zanik chuckled. “Youbossmearound?” Zanik’s voice held a playful challenge, but there was genuine excitement beneath it. “I don't think so. You’d make a terrible master.”

“Would I?” Finn leaned back, adopting a mock-serious tone. “I could make you do anything I wanted.”

Zanik’s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips. “You think you can train me? You might be in over your head.”

Finn’s heart raced. “You’re right, I’d have to be careful. I wouldn’t want to let you get away.”

Zanik rocked up underneath Finn, the warmth radiating from his body sinking into Finn's. “And what would you do if I tried to escape?”

“I’d catch you,” Finn whispered, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I can be pretty fast when I want to.”

Zanik laughed. His expression shifted, his eyes darkening with a mixture of arousal and danger. The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down Finn’s spine. Finn could feel the muscles beneath him tense, Zanik’s body responding to the charged atmosphere.

“You really think you could handle me?” Zanik’s voice was low, almost a growl.

Finn grinned, his heart racing. “I know I could. I’d make you fetch me things. Maybe I’d even have you cook for me. Bet you’d look good in an apron.”

Zanik chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “You’d have to capture me first.”

“Oh, I’d catch you,” Finn replied, his voice dripping with confidence. “And once I did, I’d have you on your knees.”

The air between them crackled with anticipation. Finn could feel Zanik growing hard beneath him, the unmistakable presence of both of Zanik’s cocks pressing against him.

With a teasing smile, Finn shifted his weight, feeling the heat radiating from Zanik’s body. He reached down, his fingers grazing the waistband of Zanik’s pants. Slowly, deliberately, he began to tug them down, exposing Zanik to the cool night air.

“You’re a brat, Finn,” Zanik murmured, his voice thick with desire.

"But I'myourbrat.”

Zanik's gaze was smoldering. "You are."

Finn’s heart swelled at the possessive tone in Zanik’s voice. He loved pushing Zanik’s buttons, loved the way it made them both feel alive.

As he pulled Zanik’s pants further down, Finn’s fingers brushed against the hard, warm length of Zanik’s cocks. The sensation sent a thrill through him, a heady mix of control and arousal.

His mind raced, thoughts tumbling over each other. He loved the way Zanik looked at him, the way his body responded to Finn’s touch. It was empowering, intoxicating. Finn felt a rush of excitement at the control he held, the way he could make Zanik tremble with just a touch.

“See?” Finn said, his voice playful. “You’re already halfway there.”

With a final tug, he freed Zanik, revealing the Borraq’s twin alien cocks. They were impressive, thick and veined, a deep golden hue that matched his skin. The twin members throbbed with life, the tips glistening with precome. Each one pulsed with restrained desire, and Finn could feel the heat radiating off them.

Zanik’s muscles tensed, a growl rumbling in his chest as he fought to hold himself back from taking Finn then and there, and all the blood left Finn's head.

For a moment, Finn’s resolve wavered. The thought of Zanik pressing him down into the grass, claiming him under the starlit sky, sent a rush of desire through him. But he held himself back, summoning all his willpower.

The game they were playing was too fun to abandon now.

“Look at you,” Finn chided, his voice a mix of teasing and authority. “So eager and unrestrained, Zanik. You really are poorly trained.”

He let his fingertips graze the lengths of Zanik’s cocks, the lightest of touches that made Zanik’s breath hitch. The reaction sent a thrill through Finn, making him feel powerful. He continued to barely tease Zanik, his fingers dancing along the heated skin, driving Zanik wild with need.

“Finn…” Zanik growled, his voice thick with restrained desire.

“Patience,” Finn whispered, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re supposed to be my slave, remember? I give the orders here.”