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“I’m glad… you aren’t,” Colton said, then slipped his arm under Zaire’s body and lifted him from the dresser, and slammed him on the bed. He climbed up on Zaire, using his own mixed martial arts training to reverse the armbar. The two men grappled until Colton held Zaire in a choke hold and he locked his legs around the younger man, making sure he couldn’t get out of it.

Zaire realized he couldn’t break the man’s grip, so he reached down, grabbed Colton’s cock and balls, and twisted them. When he heard Colton scream and felt his grip loosen, he twisted out of his hold and straddled the man, punching him twice before Colton flipped him over. Zaire tried to punch with his right hand, but Colton grabbed it, pinning it to the bed. When Zaire tried to punch him with the left, Colton grabbed it, pinning it on top of the right, then locking both of Zaire’s wrists with one of his hands.

“Motherfucker!” Zaire roared as he bucked hard under Colton’s weight, unable to do anything but rage.

Colton grabbed Zaire’s neck with his free hand and began to choke him. Zaire’s muscles were strained as he struggled to toss Colton off him or to even get his wrists free. Colton’s gaze was intense as he gazed down at Zaire’s face which was turning purple from lack of oxygen. His target’s eyes watered as his mouth gaped open, gasping for air. Even as the last of his life was being strangled out of him, the look of pure fury and blind desire in Zaire’s expression struck a chord within Colton as he gazed down at the man he was killing.

God, he… was… beautiful,Colton thought.

Such primal rage and raw passion. It called to everything that was inside of Colton. His heart raced in his chest as his libido shot through the roof. He leaned down, kissing Zaire before he could stop himself, his grip on the man’s throat loosening.

“Ow!” he yelped and pulled back, his lip bleeding.

Zaire snarled up at him, then coughed as he took in more air. Colton’s blood was on his lip from when he’d bitten him. “Fuck you!” he snapped as he coughed.

Colton tightened his grip again and leaned down, their faces mere inches apart, their gazes locked. “Behave!” he snapped.

Zaire grunted, his eyes widening, but Colton knew he had him when he felt the man’s cock twitch against his ass. Colton loosened his grip on the man’s throat again as he grinned down at him.

“That’s a good boy,” he said, then kissed him again, shoving his tongue into Zaire’s mouth. This time, the younger man didn’t bite him. Instead, he felt his tongue caressing his as they shared their kiss. The tenseness in Zaire’s muscles began to relax as they made out. Colton broke away and kissed Zaire’s neck and his prey moaned as his cock twitched between them. He released Zaire’s wrist long enough to rip his shirt from his body, then he grabbed them, pinning them back to the bed.

“Stay,” Colton commanded.

Unbridled lust clouded Zaire’s eyes as he panted, then bit his bottom lip. He arched and moaned as Colton began to lick and kiss his neck again, then his jawline before claiming his mouth once more. Their tongues were possessive as they kissed. Colton switched positions, allowing Zaire to spread his legs wider. Colton nestled between them as he kissed further down and began to suck on Zaire’s dark, perky nipples.

“Ahhhh, fuck,” Zaire panted, his eyes closing as he indulged in the forbidden pleasure. He should be trying to kill this man, not allowing him to make him feel things no man had ever made him feel. But, no matter how much the killer instinct in him told him to take advantage, his body wanted more. His body wanted what Colton was giving him. His body was thirsty for it.

Colton released his wrists, then began to remove his own shirt. Zaire raised up and took one of Colton’s perky nipples into his mouth, sucking on it. It didn’t matter to either man that they had blood and open wounds all over their bodies. None of that mattered, they didn’t even feel the pain, only the pleasure of what they were doing.

“Yeah, that’s it, little cub, I know you want it… you need it.” He grabbed a handful of Zaire’s hair and yanked his head back, then kissed him again, roughly, because he knew this cub needed a tiger to tame him. He pulled back, then crawled away. “Take off the rest of your clothes, now.”

Zaire’s green gaze was dreamy as he looked up at Colton, but he did as he was told as if he couldn’t refuse. He kicked off his shoes, then pulled off his socks, pants, and underwear, revealing a cock so hard it looked painful. “This…” he swallowed. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m going to kill you.”

Colton smirked, then grabbed Zaire’s chin hard enough to make the cub wince, but he didn't try to fight him. All of that didn’t escape Colton’s notice. Yes… this young man needed a strong hand. Colton leaned in close so their lips were almost touching. “You talk when I tell you to,” he growled. When he saw Zaire slip even deeper into the trance he was putting him under, he smiled. “My cock, your mouth, now.”

Like a man hypnotized, Zaire climbed out of the bed and dropped to his knees. His fingers undoing Colton’s pants, he pulled them down and when the man’s nine-inch erection popped up, he took it down whole.

“Ahhhhh, yeeaah, just like that,” Colton moaned, his head thrown back as he relished the pleasure of an eager mouth and tongue. The cub was good, but there was room for improvement. He grabbed a handful of Zaire’s hair again and began to fuck his face. “Take it!” he snarled, knowing the roughness was what his cub needed. Colton watched as his cock was slurped and sucked on by a man he should be trying to kill, not fuck. But at that moment, when their eyes locked, his desires took over and he didn’t want to fight them any longer. He had to have Zaire!

Zaire’s cock was hard the whole time Colton fucked his throat raw and when his head was yanked back, the man’s cock popped free of his mouth. A long line of drool connected the tip of his dick to Zaire’s lips, and he was drunk on sensation. He even loved the way Colton’s sweat tasted; the man’s natural musk was intoxicating to him. He stared up at the man who was the biggest threat of his life and yet, he was helpless to do anything to him. All he wanted was the cock that had just been in his mouth to be inside of him, fucking him relentlessly.

Colton still had Zaire’s hair in his grip and he forced the man to rise to his feet. Zaire yelped at the painful tug, then grunted as Colton tossed him face first on the bed. He climbed on top of him and slid his hard cock between Zaire’s asscheeks, then leaned in close when he heard Zaire moan. “I’m going to fuck you until you cum so hard, you’ll be ruined for any other man.”

“I… I fucking hate you,” Zaire snarled. “I’m going to kill you.”

“And I'm going to kill you too, in more ways than one,” Colton said, then pulled back and released a glob of spit he let drip onto the crack of Zaire’s ass, and his little cub moaned. The muscles in his ass cheeks twitched as the spit slid to his hole. Colton massaged Zaire’s puckered hole with the only lube they had and smiled as his cub clenched in anticipation. Colton spit into his palm and used that to slick up his own cock. “You little slut. Your cunt is begging me for my cock. Don’t worry, cub. I’m going to take care of you.” He aimed his dick against Zaire’s hole and pushed into him. Zaire cried out and grunted as he was unmercifully stretched to his limit. “When you cum, that’ll be your first little death.”

“Fuuck!” Zaire moaned, his eyes closed as Colton drew his cock back, then plunged forward, hitting his prostate with a powerful thrust.

“Take it!” Colton growled in his ear, then bit his lobe. He pinned Zaire’s wrists to the bed with one hand and gripped his ass cheek with the other. He loved the feel of all that meat in the palm of his hand, his for the taking.

Zaire’s breathing was ragged as he gripped the bedspread that was stained with their blood. Every alarm in his head went off, telling him to pull away, but his desire to have this man inside of him, controlling him, overrode reason and his eyes rolled up inside his head as the man whose name he didn’t know began to fuck him senseless. Never in his life had he been this reckless, but also never in his life had he been this aroused.

Colton released Zaire’s wrists and pressed his face to the bed by the grip he reclaimed on his hair as he pounded into the man. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed throughout the room as he grunted and growled with each pump of his hips. His nature took over all of his actions as he claimed the man beneath him. He didn’t even fully understand why he had to have Zaire. He’d killed plenty of people and not one mark ever made him want to make them his. He wanted Zaire to belong to him. Fuck! Just the thought of seeing this man on his knees begging for his cock again drove him wild. His lips turned up into snarl as he drove his cock in and out of the tightest asshole he’d ever had the pleasure to fuck.

The bedsprings creaked under their weight and motion and it just fed into his lust. He felt Zaire’s body grow stiffer and he knew the man was getting close to his orgasm and he fucked him harder and faster as he chased his own.

“Jesus fuck!” Zaire cried out. He moaned and shuddered as his body released all of his pent-up passion onto the bedspread beneath him. He quaked and whimpered as Colton continued to use his body in the way that he needed.