“No.Let me look after you.”
Franklin hesitated.“If you don’t want to—”
Cameron moved his hand from Franklin’s hip to the side of his face.“I’ve wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you.That’s never going to change.Just…” He put everything he had into making his words a question rather than a demand.“Just let me look after you?”
“You’re hurt, too,” Franklin whispered, his voice softer than Cameron had known was possible.
Cameron shook his head, brushing that aside.Leaning forward, he offered another kiss against Franklin’s lips.A moment later, his tongue lapped at his shoulder.From there, he worked his way down Franklin’s body.
Apparently eager to please and give his master an easy angle for the imminent blow job, Franklin tried to roll onto his back.Cameron caught hold of his hip just in time to stop Franklin from being painfully reminded of why that would be a really bad idea.
He kept Franklin on his side as he moved further down the bed.Taking his hand away from Franklin’s now flourishing erection, Cameron wrapped his lips around it and took it into his mouth.
He murmured his own pleasure at the taste of his pet’s pleasure as pre-cum leaked onto his tongue.Another second passed, and he took him deeper.Cameron knew what he was doing.He knew exactly how a man like Franklin wanted him to—
The gentle rocking of Franklin’s hips ceased abruptly when Cameron snarled, but Cameron was far too lost in his memories to pay immediate attention to that.
His pet was nothing like those men.
Cameron pulled back until only the tip of Franklin’s cock remained in his mouth.Franklin was nothing like them.And Cameron was doing this because he wanted to.He could do this.
He slowly caressed the tip of Franklin’s dick with his tongue, then again and again.Franklin gasped.He started to rock his hips slightly again.But he didn’t put his hand on the back of Cameron’s head.He didn’t grab his hair.He didn’t even try to issue any orders.Everything was fine.
Cameron looked up, just in time to see Franklin turn his face into the pillow in an effort to muffle the sounds of his enjoyment.
“No.”Cameron quickly scrambled up the bed until they were face to face.“No.I want to hear you.”
Franklin swallowed rapidly, but he also nodded.“Please?”
The kind of man Cameron thought Franklin was when they’d first met would have pushed him back down the bed.Any one of those rich bastards would have had a death grip on his hair without even thinking about it.
None of them would have asked.None of them would have cared what his answer would have been if they had.
“And if that’s not what I want?”Cameron found himself asking.
Franklin let out a little mew of frustration, but he also nodded his acceptance of his decision as if it never occurred to him to do anything else.There was no impatience in his gaze when their eyes met, only uncertainty, as if he was worried that Cameron was rejecting him.
It really wouldn’t do to let his pet think that he would ever want to do that.
Cameron wasted no more time before encouraging Franklin to roll onto his stomach.The vivid red marks on his back tore at something inside Cameron, and he quickly moved his gaze lower, to Franklin’s arse.His hand quickly followed his eyes’ lead and smoothed gently over the firm tanned globes.
Ryland obviously understood both lions and their mates.He’d tucked some lube in between the blankets when he’d delivered the bedding to the door, clearly guessing they’d need it.Quickly retrieving that lube from where he’d stashed it beneath one of the pillows when he’d made the bed, Cameron slicked his fingers.
“You’re going to stay very still and let your master look after you, aren’t you…love?”
There was no laughter at his halting addition of the endearment.Franklin merely nodded enthusiastically against the pillow.
Enough preparation for Cameron to be sure he wouldn’t hurt his mate, but no more than that.They both needed this too much to waste a second.Cameron quickly rearranged them until he held himself over Franklin’s body with one hand on the mattress either side of him.Franklin moaned his encouragement as the tip of Cameron’s cock nudged between his arse cheeks.
Very slowly, very carefully, Cameron rocked his hips forward, sheathing himself in Franklin’s body with more control than he’d ever suspected himself capable of.
With his hands still resting on the mattress either side of Franklin, Cameron arched his spine and held himself up, making sure he didn’t irritate the whip marks on Franklin’s back, regardless of how the skin on his own back protested.
Franklin’s head was turned to the left, and Cameron watched his profile, enchanted by the pleasure that flashed across his expression.Franklin opened his eyes then, and the bliss flooding his scent found new levels.
Frowning with confusion, Cameron followed Franklin’s gaze.The room had been moved around as it had been prepared for redecoration.A tall standing mirror had been placed to the left of the bed.Both their reflections showed clearly in it—Franklin laying beneath him as Cameron loomed over him, his hair falling over his face, his shoulders flexing under the strain of the position.And the glass showed the emotion in Franklin’s eyes, too.
No man in any club had ever looked at Cameron that way.It wasn’t just lust in Franklin’s expression.It was something deeper.And, in that moment, the only thing Cameron wanted was a man—was this man—to look at him in that way for the rest of his life.Nothing else mattered.
