Tonight, Lucianwashis.
Marcus’ fingertips brushed against the small hairs on the back of Lucian’s neck. They found the collar of Lucian’s shirt and trailed along it thoughtfully, until Marcus’ hand found the line of Lucian’s jaw. He traced there, enjoying the short stubble hefound.
It wouldn’t be long before he knew the rest of Lucian’s body just asintimately.
“If you agree to this, the second you step through my door, it means you will be mine,” Marcus told him. They’d danced around giving it a name before, but Marcus wouldn’t have it any longer. If Lucian wanted to do this, he had to know what Marcus wanted from him. “I will own your body andyourmind.”
“I understand.” There was no hint of hesitation in Lucian’s voice. “I’mready.”
“I am not cruel, Lucian.” Marcus granted him his name one last time. “I won’t ever hurt you unless you give me reason to. My goal is your pleasure. Your goal should be mineaswell.”
A cloud broke overhead, allowing light into their hideaway. It fell across Lucian’s face, and Marcus saw how he’d closed his eyes. The sight was intoxicating, and Marcus stole close, allowing their noses to brush, but not for their lipstomeet.
“I understand,” Lucian whispered again. “I wantthat,too.”
“When we are in private, you will call me Master.” Marcus’ lips twitched, and he waited a beat to force importance onto what he was to say next. “And I will call you whatever I wish to call you. Your name is my property, and it ismywill.”
Lucian’s head tilted only enough so that the tip of his nose nuzzled against the side of Marcus’. Marcus heard the short, shallow breaths he took. Lucian wasaroused.
“Now come, fledgling,” Marcus prompted. “It’s a short drive home. Are youready?”
“Yes.” Lucian’s eyes opened, glossed with desire. They shimmered in the moonlight. When his lips parted again, the word dropped as clearly as morning dew from the end of a blade of grass. “Master.”
* * *
Lucian lookedgood on the passenger seat during the ride home, and he looked better yet standing within the doorframe of Marcus’ condo. Marcus closed the door behind him as he watched Lucian take in his surroundings, muted wonder on his face. A perfect pet astonished by the grandeur of hisnewhome.
Marcus’ cock throbbed at thethought.
He stepped forward, crowding the space behind Lucian, and wrapped his arms around him. Lucian tilted his head back, resting it against Marcus’ shoulder, as Marcus freed the buttons of Lucian’s shirt from their buttonholes one by one. All the while, Lucian drew shallow, pretty breaths for him, submissive and subservient, eager toplease.
“Inside my home, you have no need for clothes,” Marcus told him. The front of the shirt fell open, and he guided it from Lucian’s shoulders. “You will own nothing but the things I give you, and even then, you are not permitted to cover the body that belongs to me. You will not keep me from what I own. Is thatunderstood?”
“Yes.”
The shirt fell. Marcus let his hands travel along Lucian’s ribs to his stomach, then dipped them downward to tug Lucian’s belt free. Lucian sucked in his narrow stomach, lengthening his spine in the process, as Marcus tightened the belt to free the prong from the hole it had been fed into. When the belt fell slack, Marcus guided it from Lucian’s belt loops and dropped it on the floor. The buckle clacked against hardwood. Marcus adored thesound.
He reached forward, lowering his head so he could kiss the crook of Lucian’s neck. The scent of omega drove him onward, and Marcus unbuttoned Lucian’s fly and let the zipper behind it fall. He guided Lucian’s slacks down his legs. They pooled on the floor,abandoned.
What was unveiled stole hisbreathaway.
Lucian was wearingpanties.
White, lacypanties.
Heart racing, Marcus let his hand trace along Lucian’s hip as he toyed with the elastic. Lucian hadn’t been lying—there would be no need for punishment tonight. Not when he’d gone out of his way to give his Master what hewanted.
“Look at this,” Marcus whispered. His fingers traced the lace, caressing it. “Do you like these,fledgling?”
“Yes,” Lucianwhispered.
“I like them, too.” Marcus’ fingers slipped beneath the elastic band, stroking Lucian’s soft skin. The sight made his heart race, and the feel of them so snug against Lucian’s body woke lust in him he needed desperately to sate. “I like them more than I should. Do youhavemore?”
“No.”
“You will soon,” Marcus promised. His fingers traced from Lucian’s hips to his front, venturing near his cock, but not plunging low enough. From over Lucian’s shoulder, Marcus saw how his erection strained against the lace, glimpses of skin visible through the open fabric. He liked how it looked. “You’re going to keep my cock swaddled in them, just like it is now. You’re going to wear them every day, even if you think we won’t be seeing eachother.”
Lucian drew in abreath. “Yes.”
