Chapter One #2
Luther seemed a little startled, it took him a second to catch up and try to snatch control back, but his grip tightened around Marrick’s cock, and that was all that mattered.
The lion behind Marrick seemed to respond to the change in his attitude, too.
Sharp points, like the tips of claws, caught at Marrick’s skin, biting into him as he tightened his grip on Marrick’s sides.
Marrick moaned his approval against Luther’s lips as he pictured the marks the guy’s nails might leave on him if they really were claws.
The second’s distraction was all Luther needed to re-establish his dominance over the kiss.
And, a second after that, Marrick felt them all being lowered onto the rug. His knees hit the floor with a bump.
Hands stroked down his back, pushing him forward, toward Luther. Two lions had to mean there were only two pairs of hands exploring Marrick’s body, but it felt like more.
There was no way a simple little threesome—even a threesome with an audience and a bit of bondage thrown in—should be able to make him so hard, so desperate to come.
As Marrick felt his head being tugged back for another kiss from the lion behind him, he felt two mouths caress his lips at the same time.
The lions’ mouths met past his, and, for a second, Marrick knew he was completely forgotten. He gasped for breath, wishing the leather blindfold away, if only for a few moments, just long enough to see the kiss.
Muscular bodies moved, pinning Marrick more tightly between them, as each of the lions’ hands slid past Marrick and found their way onto the other lion’s skin instead.
So much heat and muscle. And perhaps Marrick would be lying if he said he wouldn’t mind sneaking a peak at some bits of the lions other than their faces if he ever got the chance…
Fumbling awkwardly, he twisted his wrists until he was once more able to wrap one hand around the cock behind him.
One of the lions purred into the kiss, but it was impossible to tell which one.
They pulled each other closer, trapping Marrick in an even tighter space, making it almost impossible for him to draw breath.
Lowering his head, Marrick found Luther’s shoulder with his lips. He pressed a kiss against the lion’s skin and butted his head against his shoulder, trying to push him far enough away that he could kiss his way down to his cock.
It took Luther a lifetime to realise what he was trying to do.
When he finally pulled away, Marrick didn’t waste any time.
He’d had enough of cocks rubbing up against him.
He needed to taste one. Blindly sensing Luther’s retreat, he leaned forward and down, mouth already open as he licked his lips in anticipation.
The lion behind him caught Marrick’s hips just in time to stop him falling face first into the rug. Another pair of hands settled on his shoulders, steadying him perfectly.
Leaning further, Marrick finally found the tip of Luther’s dick with his mouth. He immediately wrapped his lips around it, murmuring his satisfaction as he felt pre-cum leak onto his tongue.
One of the hands on Marrick’s hips disappeared for a moment. Off balance already, Marrick felt the entire weight of his torso fall into Luther’s hands.
Well, Luther seemed strong enough—and he was about to get a very good blow job. All things considered, Marrick decided not to feel too guilty for letting the guy support some of his weight for a little while.
Slicked fingers slid down between Marrick’s arse cheeks, and he immediately pushed back against them, encouraging the lion behind him to hurry up.
The first touch against Marrick’s hole was gentle, cautious, as if the lion half expected him to freak out about nothing more than a couple of fingers.
Marrick groaned his frustration, desperate to tell him to hurry the hell up, but not wanting to give up possession of the cock in his mouth for long enough to get the words out clearly.
Finally, his mumbled demands seemed to get through to the lion.
Two, then three digits were soon thrusting into him, hard and fast, preparing him as quickly as possible.
The lion’s fingertips rubbed against Marrick’s prostate, making him squirm and suck Luther’s cock more deeply into his mouth.
Then, just as they found the perfect spot, they disappeared altogether.
The tip of a cock pressed against his arse just a second later.
A lifetime had passed since Marrick had been ready to feel the lion’s cock plough into him, but it still felt just a fraction too soon for a red flag not to go up inside his head.
He pulled back from Luther’s cock for a moment. “Condom.”
“What?” the lion behind him asked.
“Condom,” Marrick repeated, unable to stop himself running his tongue up Luther’s dick the moment the second syllable had left his lips.
“We don’t need—”
“You do if you want to screw me. I don’t do bare back, not for anal, not for anyone.” It was hard to sound determined and unswayable while also trying to gasp for breath and simultaneously lick someone’s cock, but Marrick did his best.
The lion behind him let out a frustrated little snarl, obviously not impressed.
Marrick felt him pull away and wondered if that was a deal breaker for the lion, but he soon heard him scrambling around for something.
The sound of a condom wrapper being torn open made it to his ears.
He shuffled his knees a little further apart on the rug in praise for the lion seeing sense.
*
Luther Channing tracked each movement as Blaine carefully rolled the condom down the length of his dick.
Blaine didn’t look particularly happy with the sacrifice’s insistence on a barrier being put in place between them.
Luther couldn’t really blame him, not with this particular sacrifice, not when things felt so intense with him.
As Luther watched Blaine smear extra lube onto his condom, the sacrifice wrapped his mouth even more tightly around Luther’s dick. There was nothing between Luther and the human’s very talented tongue.
It was impossible for Luther to hold back a very satisfied purr as the man dipped his head lower over his dick, taking Luther’s bare cock deeper inside him, until the tip nudged at the back of his throat.
This sacrifice didn’t pull back the way most humans did at that point.
He took Luther into his throat as if it was the easiest thing in the world, as if there wasn’t anything he’d like better than to take a potential master so far into him no one would ever be able to work out where the master ended and his pet started.
Pulling back slowly, the sacrifice seemed determined to explore every inch of Luther’s dick with his tongue. His cheeks hollowed out below the line of the blindfold as he created a snug little vacuum around Luther’s cock.
The man had no way of supporting himself, but he leaned into Luther’s hold on him as if he knew he could trust him.
Luther stroked his thumbs along the man’s shoulders as he held him steady and secure.
There was no nervousness in the human’s scent, only pleasure.
Luther could only guess that was why this sacrifice felt different to all the others that Luther had enjoyed sharing with Blaine over the months since they had joined Arslan’s pride.
Blaine carefully settled his hands on the sacrifice’s flanks once more, adding his support to Luther’s, as he offered the tip of his latex-covered cock up to the sacrifice’s slicked hole.
Being caught between two lions didn’t seem to worry this man at all. His scent remained all delight. This time, he didn’t pull away.
Blaine purred his satisfaction as he pushed forward, sliding gradually into him. Every muscle in Blaine’s body tensed, and Luther knew Blaine was entering the sacrifice as slowly and as carefully as he knew how.
Eons seemed to float by before he was buried inside the sacrifice to the hilt. Luther held his breath, too, as he watched Blaine force himself to remain perfectly still as the seconds passed.
The sacrifice rocked slightly between them. His buttocks clenched. Luther could easily imagine the pleasure that shot through Blaine as the guy’s hole tightened around his cock, begging him to move properly inside him.
A frustrated whimper escaped from the back of the human’s throat, surrounding Luther’s cock with pure bliss as the sacrifice’s tongue continued to feast upon the head, lapping up any taste he could get.
Luther couldn’t hold back a purr of satisfaction, but he forced himself to stay still, too, knowing any movement on his part would make it harder for Blaine to remain motionless.
The sacrifice’s scent filled Luther’s head, calling to him in a way he’d never experienced before, making it harder and harder to remain frozen in place.
Finally, Blaine seemed to sense that the human was ready. He began to rock his hips, just a little, testing what this man could take. As the sacrifice easily accepted everything Blaine offered him, Luther let his own hips rock a little. A pleased little noise filled the air.
Looking down, Luther watched his dick emerge from the sacrifice’s mouth, then disappear back inside him as he thrust forward again. The human dipped his head in counterpoint, encouraging him on. Luther thrust into his mouth again, harder this time, faster, as rough as he dared be with a human.
Lifting his gaze, Luther looked across at Blaine.
Blaine glanced up at the same moment. Leaning forward, they brought their lips together in a kiss above the sacrifice’s back.
There was no need to be gentle with another lion.
Their tongues duelled as they fought for control of the kiss.
Luther nipped at Blaine’s bottom lip, pulling a purr from him, as Blaine’s teeth scraped against Luther’s tongue in return.