A memory bubbled up, from a time back before his world had gone to hell, from a time where he only knew the way lions acted and had no understanding of what humans could be like outside of a den.“If you want me to stop, you have to say the word ‘sword’.Do you understand?”
Franklin nodded.“Yes.I understand.”
Cameron traced his fingers further down Franklin’s spine until they reached his belt.Forcing his claws to remain in the shape of harmless human nails, he reached beneath Franklin and undid the buckle.He didn’t let Franklin rise more than an inch, but even at the awkward angle, he was far from clumsy.Quickly drawing down Franklin’s fly, Cameron soon had his trousers tugged down past his buttocks.He scrambled to push the material past where he knelt over him, and Franklin didn’t even try to stop him.
When Cameron retreated far enough to snatch the lube from the bedside table, Franklin did move, but only to cautiously raise himself up onto his hands and knees once more.
There was just a touch of hesitance to his movement, a hint of vulnerability, as if he wasn’t used to following another guy’s lead, but also as if he wasn’t used to bottoming either.
Somehow, Cameron found himself reaching out and stroking his hand down Franklin’s spine once more, trying to reassure him.
That kind of gentleness didn’t come easily to him anymore.His claws left pale red lines in their wake as they crept out and slid down Franklin’s back.They weren’t deep marks—hell, they weren’t even real scratches—but they still raised a wave of bitterness in Cameron.
Anger at his own lack of self-control flooded him, and with it, came a cold fury at the whole world.Why the hell should he be careful with him, when Franklin was the exact same kind of man as the guys who’d treated him like dirt every time they reached for their wallet?
Slicking his fingers with lube, he slid them between Franklin’s buttocks.Franklin gasped as Cameron thrust the first digit inside him, and Cameron stilled the moment he felt him tense.Instincts warred within him then, leaving him trapped between a desire to be tender and an almost overwhelming need to prove that, this time,hewas the one who could do whatever the hell he wanted with his lover.
Frowning, Cameron slid his finger deeper into Franklin’s hole, spreading the lube as he moved the digit back and forth before quickly adding another.Franklin was soon rocking slightly, pushing himself back against Cameron’s fingers as he quickly adjusted to the intrusion of two, then three fingers.
Snatching his hand away, Cameron scrabbled at his fly as he knelt on the bed behind Franklin.Slicking his dick with extra lube, he pressed the tip of his cock against Franklin’s hole and thrust into him, burying his dick deep inside Franklin’s arse in one perfect movement.
Franklin jerked.Cameron frowned down at the back of his head as he instinctively stilled.It was impossible to tell if Franklin was trying to pull away from him or push himself back even more firmly onto his cock.
Franklin looked over his shoulder.Their eyes met.
“Just…give me a moment?”he asked, his voice very controlled and his body shaking with the effort of controlling it.
Cameron hesitated.
Franklin bowed his head down toward the mattress as he took another deep breath.“It’s been a while since I…”
Cameron didn’t need him to finish the sentence.
It had been a long time since he’d let a man top him.
Pleasure rushed through Cameron at the knowledge, but with it, came a wave of purely irrational jealousy.He didn’t care about how long ago it might have been that another man had Franklin in that same position.
No other man should ever have laid a hand, much less any other part of their body, on him.Cameron’s instincts screamed at him to move, to thrust deeper inside Franklin, to mark his territory.It took every ounce of self-control he had to stay still and give Franklin the time he’d asked for.
Humans obviously couldn’t relax and accept another man inside them as easily as a lion could—that wasn’t their fault.Or, maybe, Franklin just hadn’t had as much practice as Cameron had had at getting screwed by complete bastards…
Cameron pushed away the thought as hard as he could and redoubled his efforts to focus on the here and now so he didn’t miss a single detail.
Franklin dropped his head forward until his forehead almost rested on the blanket beneath him.Cameron reached out and put his hand on Franklin’s shoulder, half steadying him and reassuring him, and half reassuring himself that Franklin was there and wasn’t going to try to leave.
Franklin’s body shuddered as he gasped for breath, but he didn’t even try to escape.Silent seconds passed ,and Franklin shuffled his knees against the bedspread.Cameron felt Franklin’s muscles tense and relax around his dick as Franklin’s body struggled to accept him.
And Cameron fought even harder to stay still as his hips begged him for permission to rock back and thrust forward.His grip on Franklin’s shoulder tightened, and there was nothing he could do to stop it, all he could do was try to keep his claws to himself.
Finally, just when Cameron was sure he’d lose his mind if he tried to remain frozen in place for just one second longer, he felt something change.Franklin seemed to relax.His scent altered.Pleasure overtook any discomfort he’d felt.Franklin moved, and this time, there was no doubting that he was pushing back against Cameron with blatant enthusiasm.
Franklin didn’t say anything that might reveal how much Franklin wanted Cameron to move.He didn’t say any words at all.But a whimper escaped from the back of Franklin’s throat, and his desperation was obvious.
Cameron swayed away and ploughed back into Franklin’s arse in one seamless movement.Franklin’s grip on the blanket beneath him turned white-knuckled.Cameron forced himself to still again as he scowled down at Franklin’s profile, frantically trying to read his body language and work out how to please him.
It wasn’t supposed to be that way.This wasn’t the plan.He wasn’t supposed to care.He was supposed to hate Franklin and everything the man stood for.Every logical thought in Cameron’s head told him that was the way things should be, how they always were between lions and humans outside of a den.
If a human got hurt, then it was the guy’s own fault and…
