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A purely rhetorical question. Zach had no say in what happened next, and that was exactly the way he wanted it. Miles could blindfold him, gag him, chain him up, keep him splayed and whimpering for hours, and Zach would welcome all of it.

Would beg for it.

The last thing he saw before the silky fabric slid across his face was a dangerous glint in Miles’s expression. Then, everything went dark.

Zach tried to attune himself to the noises Miles made, the vibrations in the air as he moved around, but fighting against the pleasant fog of submission proved too difficult. Time became a foreign concept as he floated in and out of awareness, waiting for Miles to make his move.

A click came from somewhere above him—a bottle of lube. Zach tried to spread his legs on instinct, even though the ropes already had him opened wide. He briefly wondered if he should have suggested sliding a pillow under his back for a more comfortable position, but the thought faded away as quickly as it had appeared. For all his inexperience, Miles had known what he was doing every step of the way.

His body was on full alert, consumed with the anticipation of Miles’s touch. Being deprived of one sense was supposed to sharpen all others, but Zach couldn’t hear anything over the rush of blood in his ears, and Miles’s heavenly scent had infiltrated his every pore. The only sense he had left was touch, and his skin tingled with need.

Expecting slick fingers to slip into his crease, he was surprised by Miles’s lips grazing his hip before wet heat surrounded his cock, triggering a full-body spasm. He almost came on the spot, tensing his muscles to hang on as Miles started bobbing up and down.

Zach couldn’t be disappointed with the turn of events. Miles’s tongue swirled around his shaft, putting delicious pressure on his frenulum before dipping into the slit, taking the time to explore every millimeter. Despite his slow, measured movements, Zach’s moans became louder and louder as he hovered on the edge of release without tipping over.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, a shout ripped out of him. “Miles, please! I need to come.”

Miles hummed around him, teasing with soft vibrations, making it known that he wasn’t planning on putting Zach out of his misery anytime soon. He resumed the slow pace—burying Zach’s cock in his throat until he gagged, sucking the tip like a lollipop, alternating the sensations over and over—while Zach sobbed out plea after plea and tugged against the restraints, knowing full well that he couldn’t move, yet incapable of staying still.

He needed Miles.

Their declarations of love made Zach raw, vulnerable, and he needed to balance it out with something rough and primal. He needed Miles to claim him, mark him, make him his own.

As if on cue, Miles gave him one last lick and replaced his mouth with a firm grip. The mattress dipped under the weight as Miles straddled him, pinning him down. Zach’s straining cock nudged against Miles’s ass, and he whimpered at the contact. Miles ground down and hissed, digging his fingertips into Zach’s sides until he was sure they’d leave marks.

“You’re mine, Zee.” He bit down on Zach’s earlobe, sucking it in between his lips, nibbling on it. “All of you. Every single inch, every sound, every fucking hair on your head. Mine.”

“Yes,” Zach exhaled.

“Say it.”

The steel in Miles’s voice stoked the fire burning inside him. How could this be the same innocent boy who confessed his love for Zach minutes ago? His sweetness was replaced with a determined ruthlessness that made Zach want to get on his knees and worship him.

Since that wasn’t an option, he settled for throwing his head back and crying out, “I’m yours, Miles! I’ve always been yours!”

A satisfied hum reached his ears, and the hand pumping his shaft slowed to a crawl. Miles shifted, and Zach finally understood what was about to happen.

He took a sharp breath in as Miles carefully sank down onto him, enveloping him in tight heat.

Miles was truly planning to claim every part of him.

Even the one Zach hadn’t expected to be claimed.

Chapter 30

MILES

Miles had used his fingers on himself quite a few times in the past few weeks while thinking of Zach, but they paled in comparison to the real thing. Even after stretching himself open while sucking Zach’s dick, every inch sinking into him burned, every slight movement was laced with pain.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Claiming Zach meant possessing him completely—his heart, his soul, and every inch of his body. Fucking him against the wall in the tool shed had been a revelation, and Miles couldn’t wait for a repeat, but he wanted the same in return. Wanted Zach to own him.

His research on the topic had been divided. Some people were convinced that Doms couldn’t bottom, while others gushed about the sense of power they got from milking someone’s dick with their ass. Ultimately, it had been up to Miles, and Miles’s heart raced faster whenever he thought about Zach inside him.

Bottoming wasn’t a threat to his dominance. If anything, it was another avenue to assert his control over Zach and drive him wild with need.

And it was working.