Chapter Three #2
Luther had picked the boot that was already half unlaced. It didn’t take him long to toss it aside. As soon as he was done, he launched himself onto the bed and to possession of Marrick’s mouth while Blaine was still waging war on the other boot.
Luther slid his hand behind Marrick, pulling him up off the bed to meet him as he deepened the kiss. Running his fingertips ran up and down Marrick’s back, Luther encouraged him to arch his spine and lean further up into the kiss.
On the next caress, Marrick felt something sharper than any human fingernail should be tracing a new line on his back, crossing those that Huntley had left in his wake.
The scratch was far too gentle to leave any record of its journey across his skin, but it still managed to make something inside Marrick prick up its ears and pay attention.
Some submissive little bit of his psyche that loved the idea of wearing the symbols of another man’s possession within his skin, of belonging to someone else and not being ashamed of the whole world knowing it, made him want to lean back into the touch and beg for more.
As Marrick fought to both keep up with Luther’s kiss and process all the other instincts that being with the lions seemed to raise within him, he felt his jeans being dragged off.
A moment later, Blaine purred his approval as he joined them both on the bed.
Marrick turned his head from one lion to the other as Blaine took his turn with his mouth before handing the kiss back to Luther.
Letting each lion lead him into whatever sort of kiss he desired, Marrick gave himself up to the situation and to the realisation that the uncomfortable feeling growing inside him since the last time he’d left the lion’s den was almost entirely gone now.
The relief of that brought with it a better endorphin high than he’d ever known.
Luther’s tongue darted between his lips in rapid little movements that made Marrick eager to bring his own tongue out to play, and Luther fully approved when he did that.
Blaine was slower—he explored Marrick’s mouth more carefully, as if mapping him out for future reference, and he didn’t like anyone interfering with suggestions of different things they could do.
The lions’ cheeks brushed together as one took the other’s place against Marrick’s lips.
Their mouths met. Marrick watched fascinated as their attention turned away from him and toward each other.
He’d expected to watch a stunning battle for dominance, but somehow, it didn’t happen.
They kissed as if their lips had already lingered together for years, and they had nothing left to learn about each other.
It was like watching two perfectly trained dancers performing at the very peak of their ability—not so much the ballet type as the sort that twirled around poles for a living, but still…
The kiss faded away without either lion seeming to pull back from the other, and Marrick found himself once more caught between them. They were still dressed. Their clothes rubbed against his skin, teasing his senses even as he wished the annoying bit of fabric away.
A hand wrapped around Marrick’s cock and started jacking him very slowly. He wasn’t sure whose hand it was and didn’t really care. He heard someone fumbling around in the bedside cabinet just as another hand nudged his legs apart.
There were no excuses for not obeying that command, now.
Within seconds, Marrick found himself spread wide on the bed.
Slicked fingers brushed against his hole.
Marrick moaned his approval as he tried to wriggle his way onto them, but they merely tantalised without making any real attempt to enter him.
He tried to shuffle his legs even further apart, straining his joints in his desire to please.
Before Marrick could raise the words to beg, a hot, wet mouth descended onto his dick.
Words ceased to exist. Marrick cried out as a rough, feline tongue rasped against the tip of his cock for the first time, but there were no recognisable syllables there. It was just a sound, just pleasure.
Another kiss covered his lips, stealing the sound out of the air and robbing Marrick of his chance to tell either lion to hurry the hell up.
Eyes closed, Marrick already knew their kisses well enough to know it was Luther’s lips that covered his.
He expected he’d soon be able to tell the difference between their mouths when they were on his dick, too.
Through it all, Blaine’s fingers continued to work inside him, very slowly.
If Marrick hadn’t been so sure he’d already had sex with both lions, he’d have been tempted to believe they both thought he was a damn virgin—treating him like he was some fragile little thing who needed to be coaxed into relaxing and welcoming another man into his body.
He was ready, damn it!
Finally, even the fact he was thoroughly getting off on his complete inability to make Blaine or Luther change anything about what they were doing wasn’t enough to keep him silent. He moaned his frustration into Luther’s mouth as he reached down and pushed at Blaine’s shoulders.
Teeth scraped very gently against his dick, as if in warning, but Marrick was already too far gone to process that kind of threat.
He pushed blindly at the bodies surrounding him.
With obvious reluctance, each lion pulled back, just far enough to let him breathe, to let him blink and focus on them each in turn.
Lying between them in the centre of the bed, it was hard to think about anything clearly.
There was only one thing he was really sure about, and that was that he’d had more than enough teasing to last him a lifetime.
“Condoms in my trouser pocket if you haven’t got any,” he managed to rasp out.
Blaine pushed him back to lie flat on the mattress. A moment later, he was kneeling between his legs again, looming over him. “Lions don’t need—”
Marrick put his hands against Blaine’s shoulders and pushed him away more seriously, trying to gain some room to make clear thoughts happen inside his head. Luther moved up the bed. Catching Marrick’s arms, he pinned them against the mattress above his head. Marrick stared up at him.
It was bloody hard to be sensible when everything either man did seemed to send another shot of adrenaline straight to his cock. “Not negotiable,” he managed to bite out.
“Who’s negotiating?” Blaine asked, his cock already freed from his jeans and resting against Marrick’s diligently prepared hole.
Marrick rocked slightly, pushing against him, desperate to feel Blaine’s bare cock inside him in spite of all his nice logical statements to the contrary.
There wasn’t an ounce of fear in him. He had no doubt that neither lion would do anything he said no to.
It was his own ability to keep wanting to say no that he was far less certain of.
“Lions don’t need—” Blaine began again.
Marrick shook his head. Maybe they did. Maybe they didn’t. Either way, that didn’t change the fact that whatever decision he made right then wouldn’t involve any above-the-belt thought process. “No. Lions do if they want to screw me, just like humans do, every time. Condom.”
Blaine made a really pissed off noise in the back of his throat, but he rolled away from him and fetched the packet of condoms from Marrick’s discarded trousers.
Marrick let his eyes drop closed as he heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. A moment later, slicked latex pressed against his hole. He pushed back against it once more—and this time, no inconvenient survival instinct tried to rise up and make him object.
When Marrick tried to reach out to Blaine and pull him closer, Luther’s hands tightened around his wrists.
Marrick blinked up at him. Shuffling into a more comfortable position, Luther guided Marrick to lift his head and shoulders from the bed and rest back against him as he moved to kneel behind him.
Marrick reached out to Blaine again, but Luther hands were quickly wrapped around Marrick’s wrists again, holding them not quite firmly enough for his touch to be considered perfect. Wriggling didn’t do anything to make him tighten the grip.
As Blaine slid into Marrick’s arse, slow and easy, letting Marrick feel every inch of him, Marrick stopped squirming in an effort to try to get what he wanted from either of them.
His body went into auto pilot as he arched his back, pushing his head back against Luther’s body as he gloried in the strength that surrounded him.
As Blaine stilled, giving Marrick far more time than he needed in order to accept him, Marrick watched the lions’ lips come together above him.
He saw a dart of pink as Luther’s tongue thrust into Blaine’s mouth before their lips parted, and Blaine turned all his attention to Marrick.
Pulling away, Blaine rocked gently back into him, making him gasp.
Half a dozen slow, controlled thrusts later, and Marrick was already writhing helplessly for the lions, trapped between them, and sure he’d never want to be anywhere else.
More and more pleasure built inside him with each movement.
Any moment, he expected Blaine to come, but he didn’t. His control seemed inexhaustible.
Marrick whimpered as the Blaine’s dick hit his prostate again, and his own attempts at control failed him.
He came then, hard and fast, his mind dissolving into pleasure as he bucked between the two lions.
Luther’s grip never faltered, and Blaine just kept thrusting through it, never missing a stroke, drawing out Marrick’s orgasm further and further, until Marrick could barely remember a time when he wasn’t coming at the lions’ command, spilling his cum over his own chest at their insistence.
A moment later, Blaine tossed his head back as he roared his own pleasure up at the ceiling. Marrick blinked his eyes open just in time to see the ecstasy that filled his expression.