“Would you like that?”Ellery asked him.
Kefir half-nodded, then stopped himself short.“Just me?”Ellery could barely make the words out.“You said you could order me to… Just me, or…?”
Ellery considered the suggestion very carefully, his fingers still teasing Kefir’s cock as he thought through his options.Would he need another man in his bed if he could collar Kefir and keep him at his side forever?Would he even want one?He found himself surprised at how easy the questions were to answer.
“Just you,” he agreed.
Kefir nodded.That was apparently the only question he’d wanted to ask.Topic settled.
He made no comment when Ellery took his hand away.He remained, leaning back in Ellery’s arms, apparently content to rest with him, even if Ellery was the only one who was sleepy with afterglow.
“Good boy.”
Ellery smiled when Kefir purred, apparently as easily pleased by a kind word as he might have been by the abandoned hand job.
Chapter Seven
Kefir sighed as he drew another circle around a lion’s name.A few seconds of thought and he added a string of question marks next to it.Pushing the pad of paper away in disgust at his own inability to track down the lion in question and thereby finish his work on an entire family line, he leaned back in his chair.
Not for the first time that morning, his gaze was drawn to the computer on the other side of the room.
Arslan had no objection to Kefir using it for any research he might want to do on the various family lines—he’d made that very clear on numerous occasions.And he hadn’t exactly forbidden Kefir from using it to research other things—not in so many words.Arslan had merely advised all of the lions in his pride not to try to gain too much insight into the human world before they were ready for it, and warned them that the television programs and computer games humans were so fond of weren’t actually reliable indicators of normal human behaviour.
On the other hand, if accurate factual information was available on certain things, there was no reason to believe the reference material he suddenly found himself in desperate need of wouldn’t be on there, too.
Rising from the deeply cushioned office chair in front of the huge mahogany desk in Arslan’s study, Kefir cautiously made his way across the room.Another, equally luxurious, chair stood in front of the desk that housed the computer.Within seconds, the machine was ready for action.
A few keystrokes and the search engine spat out a huge list of websites.Nibbling gently at his bottom lip, Kefir glanced over his shoulder at the door.No one was there; no one would see what he was doing.He clicked on the first link.
A web page sprung up.For a full minute, Kefir just stared at the screen, slowly tilting his head from one side to the other as he studied the pictures.
A slight frown slowly gathering between his eyebrows, he clicked his way further into the website.He certainly seemed to be in the right place.He recognised some of the words that littered the text.
The website spoke about many of the things that seemed to fascinate humans like Ellery, and Marrick, so much.The site used the same words they did.It also provided a glossary, explaining what all those words actually meant to humans.
Most of them didn’t mean what Kefir had assumed they did.Masters and pets.Doms and subs.Protocols and punishments.Pulling his feet up onto the chair in front of him, he stared unblinking at the computer as thoughts raced around and around inside his head.
This was what Ellery wanted.This was what they’d been talking about earlier that day, before Ellery had to go back to his motorbike shop to accept delivery of a bike someone wanted him to work on.
That was how things were going to be between them when Ellery came back to the den—when Kefir’s master came back there.
Kefir dropped his gaze to stare at the backs of his arms where they rested on top of his knees.
He tried to imagine what his wrists might look like with thick leather cuffs wrapped around them, just like the ones the sacrifices wore when they were delivered to the den.Working his way up from that point, he tried to imagine some of the other things the website talked about.
His frown deepened.
The pictures on the website had certainly been…interesting.He just wasn’t sure if the men in those images had been enjoying what they were doing or not.Their cocks had been very enthusiastic, but there were far too many times when the expressions on their faces hadn’t matched their erections.
But Ellery liked things like that.And, now, Ellery was his master.
Kefir might not have been sure how much he’d enjoy the things he’d seen in the pictures or if he wanted Ellery to think of him the same way the website spoke about the human submissives.But there were other things which he was certain about—more certain about than he had ever been in his life.
He wanted Ellery.He wanted Ellery to be his mate and his master.He wanted Ellery to be pleased with him and to smile at him in exactly the same way he had when Kefir first agreed to be his submissive.
His submission had brought that smile to Ellery’s face.Seeing that same expression back there would be worth a certain amount of…discomfort.Kefir shut the computer down, but he didn’t leave the chair immediately.He stayed there, meticulously thinking through the whole situation for some time.
It was over an hour before Kefir finally made his way up the stairs, back to the bedroom he was sharing with Ellery.Taking up a position on the window seat, he stared out over the gravel drive.
