He wanted to see Marrick in real bondage so badly at that moment…
A glance at the younger man’s wrists showed Blaine’s fingers were wrapped tight around his skin.Luther looked up and met Blaine’s eyes.There was no need for leather when a lion was already holding Marrick as tightly as any shifter could safely hold a human.
The combination of teasing touches and a strong hold succeeded in pushing their pet to the edge as quickly as ever.There was a peculiar joy in realising how well they now knew their pet’s body.No temptation of a new body to explore could compare with knowing just how to make their human squirm and beg to be allowed to come.
Licking his way down further, Luther quickly took the tip of Marrick’s cock into his mouth.While most eyes would be on the sacrifice before the fire, he had no doubt a few gazes would have strayed toward them by now, just as his and Blaine’s attention had wandered toward Arslan and Ryland just after they were mated.
Everyone would be interested to see how well they had settled together.Luther looked up at their pet.Marrick didn’t blush the way Ryland had.He seemed perfectly content for the whole world to stare, for the whole pride to see that he belonged to them.
Dipping his head lower, Luther sucked Marrick’s cock further into his mouth, into his throat.Just as he hoped, Marrick tossed his head back, arching against Blaine’s chest as he tried to thrust his way even deeper inside him.Already used to riding out such attempts, Luther brought his hands to rest on Marrick’s hips and pinned him against Blaine’s body, keeping him still enough to suck on comfortably.
A glance at Blaine showed how much he was enjoying the friction as Marrick squirmed against him.Not willing to be left too far behind, Luther altered his hold on Marrick, freeing one of his hands so he could reach for his own cock.
As every moment brought all three of them closer and closer to their pleasure, Luther gloried in the way their scents mixed in the air around them.They twined around each other, melding together until it was impossible to think that they might ever be separated.
All too soon, Marrick bucked, unable to hold back a moment longer.A second later, Blaine gasped, too.Luther looked up at them both as pleasure flashed across their faces.Swallowing rapidly around Marrick’s cock, he took everything their pet was able to give him and savoured the taste on his tongue while he could.At the same time, his hand worked faster, until his own cum spilled into his palm.
There was nothing Luther could do to draw out Blaine’s pleasure as Blaine came against Marrick’s back, but he continued to suckle gently around Marrick’s cock as their pet fell still, gasping for breath.Their pet loved the feel of a warm mouth remaining wrapped around him while he softened.Luther let him enjoy it for several long minutes before he eventually pulled away and let Marrick’s dick slip delicately from between his lips.
Rising forward on his knees, he licked his way up Marrick’s body and offered him a kiss.Sated and sleepy, Marrick didn’t try to take the lead the way he did whenever he wanted to prompt them into providing him with deeper scratches and harsher touches.
Another kiss, and Luther pulled away to offer the same to Blaine.Even he was mellow now, content not to squabble over exactly who was leading the kiss.When Luther pulled away from them both, he sat back on his heels and merely enjoyed the picture the two men presented.
When Blaine released one of Marrick’s wrists, he immediately reached for Luther’s hand and brought it to his lips to be licked clean.As soon as he was finished there, a tug at Luther arm encouraged him back onto the sofa and Marrick bowed his head over Luther’s lap to contentedly lick away the smears of cum that lingered along his dick, too.
Luther stroked his fingers through their pet’s hair as he watched Blaine dip his head in turn and lick away the trails of cum that decorated Marrick’s back.Pulling his attention away from them both for a second, Luther saw that the other lions were coming to the end of their interest in the sacrifice.They were starting to look toward the tables where the food was to be about to be laid out.
Before too many minutes had passed, the trays were brought in.Leaving Marrick resting with Blaine, Luther walked up to the feast.Arslan had already taken his share from the tables, so everyone else was free to take whatever they wished, but Arslan hadn’t returned to his seat.There was no way Luther could both get close enough to collect any of the food and stay out of range of a conversation he’d much rather avoid.
“You leave scratches on Ryland’s back, too,” he said, before Arslan had a chance to speak.He’d seen the marks on Ryland himself.Still, it took everything Luther had in him to stand before his leader and hold his gaze.
“There’s a great deal of difference between marking your territory and treating your pet like a cub’s scratching post.A few light marks are perfectly fine and acceptable—but humans aren’t designed to be permanently striped from tip to toe.”
Luther swallowed.“He likes them, too.”
Arslan’s expression seemed to soften, just a fraction.“Sometimes, taking a pet under your protection means not always giving him what he wants.What heneedsis what’s important.”
Marrick needed the scratches just as much as they did, maybe even more.When he was bound, naked on their bed, writhing and thriving under their claws, he was happy, yes.But it seemed to Luther that it was also the only time Marrick seemed to be truly at peace.Marrick needed the scratches.Luther knew that in some part of himself that had existed long before Arslan had started to try to teach him what it meant to be a good lion.What he didn’t know was how to explain it in words rather than instincts.
When Arslan made his way back to Ryland and the fireside, Luther quickly piled their plate high with food and took it back to the sofa on the opposite side of the room.
“What did he say?”Blaine demanded, the moment Luther sat down.
Luther glanced at Marrick.
“I’m not a child.I won’t be sent out of the room when the grownups want to talk about me.”Marrick’s voice was sharp, his muscles suddenly full of tension.
Luther reached out to him and stroked his fingers through Marrick’s hair, but his touch didn’t seem to reassure their pet in the slightest.“He just said we should be careful with you.Just as he’s careful with Ryland.”The comparison seemed to mollify him slightly.
“We are careful,” Blaine bit out.“Always.”
“Does he think all subs are made of glass or something?”Marrick grumbled.
“You and Ryland are very different to each other,” Luther offered, carefully.
Marrick sighed as he leaned back against the sofa.“I’m sure he’s a nice guy, and a great master for Ryland, and whatever, but Arslan’s also bloody annoying.”
Luther stroked his fingers through Marrick’s hair again, still walking the tightrope between trying to comfort him and not set up his hackles.To his pleasure, Marrick curled in more comfortably against him, rather than pulling away.
