Strong hands pulled him upright, and Marrick let himself be tugged back against a solid wall of feline muscle.Whichever lion it was, he already hard.For a moment, the guy held Marrick close, letting the heat from his body soak into Marrick’s skin, then he pushed him toward the bed.Twisting as he fell, Marrick managed to land on his side.A little bit of wriggling and he rolled onto his back to look up at his companions.
Blaine was the one who’d given in to the temptation to approach him first.He loomed over Marrick now as he crawled onto the bed, covering Marrick’s body with his own.As Blaine brought their lips together, Marrick let him have control over everything about the kiss, quite content to see where they were heading before he started making any suggestions of his own.
A knee nudged against Marrick’s legs, trying unsuccessfully to part them.Marrick reached up and slid his hands into the lion’s hair, tangling his fingers in the shaggy blond strands as he tugged the lion down more firmly against his body.Blaine leaned back, breaking the kiss as he shook off Marrick’s grip.When he tried to catch hold of Blaine’s hair again, Marrick quickly found his wrist pinned down against the blanket.
Blaine purred his satisfaction against Marrick’s lips as he went back to the kiss.More confident than ever in his dominance, he tried to part Marrick’s legs again.
With the best will in the world, Marrick couldn’t cooperate, no matter how polite or persistent Blaine’s demands were.
Finally, Blaine pulled back and frowned down at him.
“Boots,” Marrick gasped.
“What?”
“I’ve still got my boots on.My jeans are stuck.”
Blaine stared down at him, his expression entirely blank, as if he wasn’t quite familiar with the idea of having to strip someone down before he could have sex with them.
Finally, his brain seemed to catch up with reality.He looked down Marrick’s body and spotted the problem.Pulling away, Blaine quickly reached for Marrick’s right boot.
A second later, Luther had hold of Marrick’s other boot.He rested back on his elbows, watching with amusement that he only half attempted to hide as the other men battled with the laces.
Luther had picked the boot that was already half unlaced.It didn’t take him long to toss it aside.As soon as he was done, he launched himself onto the bed and to possession of Marrick’s mouth while Blaine was still waging war on the other boot.
Luther slid his hand behind Marrick, pulling him up off the bed to meet him as he deepened the kiss.Running his fingertips ran up and down Marrick’s back, Luther encouraged him to arch his spine and lean further up into the kiss.
On the next caress, Marrick felt something sharper than any human fingernail should be tracing a new line on his back, crossing those that Huntley had left in his wake.The scratch was far too gentle to leave any record of its journey across his skin, but it still managed to make something inside Marrick prick up its ears and pay attention.
Some submissive little bit of his psyche that loved the idea of wearing the symbols of another man’s possession within his skin, of belonging to someone else and not being ashamed of the whole world knowing it, made him want to lean back into the touch and beg for more.
As Marrick fought to both keep up with Luther’s kiss and process all the other instincts that being with the lions seemed to raise within him, he felt his jeans being dragged off.A moment later, Blaine purred his approval as he joined them both on the bed.Marrick turned his head from one lion to the other as Blaine took his turn with his mouth before handing the kiss back to Luther.
Letting each lion lead him into whatever sort of kiss he desired, Marrick gave himself up to the situation and to the realisation that the uncomfortable feeling growing inside him since the last time he’d left the lion’s den was almost entirely gone now.The relief of that brought with it a better endorphin high than he’d ever known.
Luther’s tongue darted between his lips in rapid little movements that made Marrick eager to bring his own tongue out to play, and Luther fully approved when he did that.Blaine was slower—he explored Marrick’s mouth more carefully, as if mapping him out for future reference, and he didn’t like anyone interfering with suggestions of different things they could do.
The lions’ cheeks brushed together as one took the other’s place against Marrick’s lips.Their mouths met.Marrick watched fascinated as their attention turned away from him and toward each other.He’d expected to watch a stunning battle for dominance, but somehow, it didn’t happen.They kissed as if their lips had already lingered together for years, and they had nothing left to learn about each other.
It was like watching two perfectly trained dancers performing at the very peak of their ability—not so much the ballet type as the sort that twirled around poles for a living, but still…
The kiss faded away without either lion seeming to pull back from the other, and Marrick found himself once more caught between them.They were still dressed.Their clothes rubbed against his skin, teasing his senses even as he wished the annoying bit of fabric away.
A hand wrapped around Marrick’s cock and started jacking him very slowly.He wasn’t sure whose hand it was and didn’t really care.He heard someone fumbling around in the bedside cabinet just as another hand nudged his legs apart.
There were no excuses for not obeying that command, now.Within seconds, Marrick found himself spread wide on the bed.Slicked fingers brushed against his hole.Marrick moaned his approval as he tried to wriggle his way onto them, but they merely tantalised without making any real attempt to enter him.
He tried to shuffle his legs even further apart, straining his joints in his desire to please.Before Marrick could raise the words to beg, a hot, wet mouth descended onto his dick.Words ceased to exist.Marrick cried out as a rough, feline tongue rasped against the tip of his cock for the first time, but there were no recognisable syllables there.It was just a sound, just pleasure.
Another kiss covered his lips, stealing the sound out of the air and robbing Marrick of his chance to tell either lion to hurry the hell up.Eyes closed, Marrick already knew their kisses well enough to know it was Luther’s lips that covered his.He expected he’d soon be able to tell the difference between their mouths when they were on his dick, too.
Through it all, Blaine’s fingers continued to work inside him, very slowly.If Marrick hadn’t been so sure he’d already had sex with both lions, he’d have been tempted to believe they both thought he was a damn virgin—treating him like he was some fragile little thing who needed to be coaxed into relaxing and welcoming another man into his body.
He was ready, damn it!
Finally, even the fact he was thoroughly getting off on his complete inability to make Blaine or Luther change anything about what they were doing wasn’t enough to keep him silent.He moaned his frustration into Luther’s mouth as he reached down and pushed at Blaine’s shoulders.
Teeth scraped very gently against his dick, as if in warning, but Marrick was already too far gone to process that kind of threat.He pushed blindly at the bodies surrounding him.With obvious reluctance, each lion pulled back, just far enough to let him breathe, to let him blink and focus on them each in turn.Lying between them in the centre of the bed, it was hard to think about anything clearly.
