Excusing himself from the breakfast table with as much dignity as he could muster, Franklin left the room.
As far as he was aware, everyone who lived at the den, and a few more lions besides, were already downstairs.The only person he could stumble upon by opening all the doors on the upper floor and searching into each room in turn was Cameron.He started with the first door on his right.
* * * * *
A footstep on a creaky floorboard outside his bedroom door made Cameron tense.The door handle rattled.The heavy mahogany panel swung inward.
It was so easy for him to picture Arslan’s oversized frame filling the door.You will act in the way your pride expects, or you will accept the consequences.You’ll show due respect to the leader of your pride if you wish to remain a part of this pride.You will follow your leader’s orders—all of them.
He remembered hearing the words so clearly.They each echoed through his mind, reaching out to him over the years that had passed since he’d left his last pride.
Well, screw that!
As Cameron’s pacing took him to the wall on the far side of the bedroom, he spun around, more than ready to give any lion on the planet a piece of his mind.
He stopped short when he saw Franklin there.Cameron’s eyes narrowed as the guy stepped into the room and shut the door firmly behind him.
“I’m not offering you a night in an ally,” Franklin said, as he met Cameron’s gaze.“I’m offering you the chance to make sure you’d never have to work an alleyway again.”
“To be your private whore until you get bored of it?”Cameron spat.
“To be looked after by—”
That was all he managed to say before Cameron reached him.Franklin’s back hit the door, hard.“By someone who wants to screw me?”Cameron hissed into Franklin’s ear as he pinned him back against the woodwork.
“Yes.”
Well, at least the guy had the balls not to try to lie about it.That was something.
Cameron half snarled as he fought against his own desire for the man.The temptation to give into it, just once, was almost overpowering.He’d let enough men screw him for money, would it really be so bad to let one more guy screw him while thinking that was all he was interested in—
“No!”The word escaped from Cameron’s lips before his brain had a chance to catch up.It came from somewhere far deeper and more instinctive than any thought process.This man was far more important than any of the others could ever have been.The rules Cameron had become so used to just didn’t apply.
Franklin wriggled against the wall, tugging impatiently against Cameron’s hold on him, but a human—even one who had obviously spent a lot of time in the gym honing his muscles—would never be any kind of a match for a lion’s natural strength.
Easily keeping him pinned against the door, Cameron stared down at Franklin.They were pressed tightly together from shoulder to knee.He could feel every line of Franklin’s body moving against him as he squirmed.Even after Franklin stilled, every time either of them took a breath, they rubbed together beautifully.
“Mine.”The word was half lost in a snarl, but Cameron couldn’t have kept it back if his life had depended on it.
Franklin blinked up at him as if he‘d taken leave of his senses.
“I said I have no interest in lettingyouscrewme,” Cameron informed him.“I didn’t say I have no intention of screwing you.”
Franklin pushed at Cameron’s hands, but, even for a human, the movements felt weak and half-hearted.It might not have been what Franklin had had in mind when he’d reached for his wallet, but Franklin’s cock didn’t seem to mind the change in their plans at all.Franklin’s erection pressed against Cameron’s leg as enthusiastically as ever.
Cameron smiled “Do you like that idea, sweetheart?”he asked, in his very best purr.
“What the hell do you—?”
Grabbing Franklin’s arm, Cameron spun him around and pushed him back against the door.Catching hold of the back of Franklin’s neck, Cameron pinned him there.Franklin’s cheek was pressed against the door now, and their bodies lined up even more perfectly.Cameron rocked his hips, rubbing his dick against Franklin’s arse, letting him know that Franklin wasn’t the only one who was hard and ready to play.
“I won’t let you screw me,” Cameron informed Franklin.“Not even for a blank check.”He slid his free hand down between them and palmed Franklin’s arse.“But I’ll screw you—for free.”
Franklin pushed back against him.His arse rubbed against Cameron’s fly, and Cameron doubted whether even Franklin knew if he was trying to push him away or encourage him on.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”Cameron whispered to him.
A frustrated noise escaped from the back of Franklin’s throat, but he bit back any words that tried to leave his mouth along with it.
