A movement from the other side of the bed pulled Luther’s attention away from Marrick.He looked across at Blaine, stretched out on the other side of the bed, watching them with obvious interest.
Marrick hesitated for a second.He glanced over his shoulder, following Luther’s gaze.When he turned back and met Luther’s eyes, there was some emotion in them that Luther couldn’t recognise, but Marrick nodded his acceptance of the change of plans a second later.
He allowed Luther to guide him up the bed and bring their lips back together in a sleepy little kiss.He made no complaint as Luther carefully rearranged them, to put Marrick on his stomach beneath him.
Their pet made a contented little sound in the back of his throat as Luther ran his hand down his back, sliding his fingers down further, to rub against his hole.He was still slick from Blaine’s preparations and seemed more than willing to take him without any extra help.
Holding most of his weight off Marrick, careful not to crush him, Luther lay over Marrick so his cock settled snugly between Marrick’s his cheeks.The residue of the lube smeared onto the length of his dick as he rocked his hips, letting his cock slide back and forth between Marrick’s buttocks.
Marrick rocked his own hips, pushing his arse up against Luther’s cock in return.A moment later, he tensed his muscles, creating a snug little hold around Luther’s dick.Luther couldn’t help but purr his pleasure as he nuzzled at the back of Marrick’s neck.
Their pet’s hands moved on the sheet, as he bent his elbows and tried to gain a purchase on the mattress.Luther automatically covered Marrick’s hands with his own, pinning them against the mattress, reminding their pet that he belonged to someone now, that he was safe with his masters, and all he had to do was obey.
Marrick gasped his approval.He didn’t try to pull his hands free from Luther’s hold, but his wriggling only increased, as he tried to take control of the way they moved against each other.
Luther tightened his grip around Marrick’s hands as much as he dared, threading their fingers together.Rocking his hips, he thrust against the cleft between Marrick’s buttocks again, letting the lube smear further along his dick.The tip of his cock brushed against Marrick’s hole as he rocked his hips back.He pushed forward slightly, testing the tight ring of muscle.
For the first time, Marrick moved in a way that didn’t involve pushing his arse back against Luther’s dick.“Forgetting something?”he asked, the question was broken in half by a gasp, but it was still easily understood—each individual word, at least, if not what they were supposed to mean together.
Before Luther could ask Marrick what he was talking about, Blaine held out a condom to him.
Luther swallowed down his complaints.
Marrick wasn’t their mate, he hadn’t actually agreed to that—not yet.He was still just their pet.Neither of them had any right to insist that nothing remained between them.Neither of them had any right to insist on anything at all.
Luther knew that—Arslan had taken great care in making sure they both knew that.Humans had their own ways of doing things.Lions had to be patient with humans, even when they didn’t make sense.
Marrick hadn’t let Blaine mark him that way either.That made it slightly easier to accept.Marrick flexed his fingers against the blanket as Luther released him to roll the condom on, but he didn’t try to move away from where Luther had put him.Only letting Marrick’s hands remain free for the shortest time possible, Luther soon had his fingers wrapped around Marrick’s wrists.
Covering Marrick’s body once more, he pushed into him, slow and steady.He was cautious with him, just as he knew he’d always have to be with a human lover.No matter how much he wished he could act as naturally with him as he did with Blaine, he was careful.Luther glanced across at Blaine as the memory of all the times their bodies had come together, furious and uncontrolled, filled his mind.
Blaine didn’t meet his gaze.His attention was all on Marrick, watching his every movement like a predator.As Luther looked back to their pet, he realised that much the same light probably shone in his own eyes.
With his head turned to one side, a slight sleepiness still in his expression, Marrick was glorious, and he was theirs.Luther rocked his hips, gentling his thrusts further as he altered his angle.Marrick made a sound that was almost like a kitten’s purr, and Luther couldn’t help but echo it.
Marrick appeared more accepting and willing to follow a lion’s lead now than he had been with Blaine.With every thrust Luther made into him, Marrick seemed to become more completely theirs.The fact he’d been at a club full of other men that night, and what he might have done with those other men if they hadn’t found him in time, became less important with each second.Marrick was theirs.
Gradually, Luther felt the tension begin to build in Marrick’s body, but it was nothing like the way his muscles had knotted when they’d first found him under the whip.His scent held no trace of fear—just bliss.Dipping his head, Luther lapped at Marrick’s shoulder in approval.A moment later, he felt the change in Marrick’s movements as he began to rub himself against the mattress with each thrust, more and more eager to come again with every movement.
Luther groaned his pleasure as success rushed through him, dropping to his cock to mix with the pure wonder of being cocooned within their pet’s body.He thrust a little harder into Marrick, making him moan and squirm beneath him in earnest.
Marrick’s climax seemed to rip through him without any warning.He bucked as he came, tossing his head back and gasping out his delight.His movements caught Luther by surprise.As Marrick’s muscles clenched tightly around his cock, it was impossible for Luther not to come.
His roar echoed around the otherwise silent room, bouncing off the walls and filling the space, just as pure perfection expanded to fill his whole body.His claws crept out, as if desperate to make more room inside him for yet more endorphins.For an entire lifetime, he couldn’t think, couldn’t move.All that existed was a swirling mass of delight that purred and rippled inside.
Luther clung to the trailing ends of ecstasy as reality slowly reasserted itself around him.Reluctantly easing his hold on Marrick, he collapsed on the bed next to him.
Blinking open his eyes, he looked across at Marrick.Reaching out, he slid his fingers through their pet’s hair as well as he could.The black strands were cut very short.There wasn’t really enough of it to grab, but it had that same oh-so-soft texture human hair always did.It felt good, and Marrick made no complaint about being petted that way.
There didn’t seem to be an ounce of movement, an ounce of energy left in their pet.He was more still than Luther had ever seen a human, except when one gave into their instinct to freeze like prey.
“Marrick?”
“I’m fine,” Marrick mumbled against the bedsheet.“Just a bit tired.”
A bit tired in humans obviously looked different to a bit tired in lions.He appeared, and smelt, the way a lion would if he was exhausted.Luther filed away another item in the list of differences he was gathering between Marrick and Blaine in the back of his head.
One of the largest points on the list was still that humans really hadn’t a clue how to rest comfortably with other people.Luther shuffled sleepily closer to Marrick and flung his arm over his back.When he looked up, Blaine was still watching them both, with that strange little expression around his eyes.
