Marrick felt both lions still completely.“You’re scared of getting ill again.These make you feel safe—a good kind of safe,” Luther said behind him.
“I checked what you said.”Quadruple checked actually.“I know I can’t catch anything off you.”
He could feel the need in both the lions, feel how much they wanted to believe him.The same desire to be rid of every barrier that might exist between them swirled inside him, too.“It’s fine,” he whispered.“Promise.”
Blaine let out a satisfied little purr.Within a minute, a slicked cock was pressed against Marrick’s arse.It slid into Marrick, slow and steady.He held his breath as the lion’s dick stretched him open further until it was buried inside him to the hilt.
“You don’t have permission to come,” Luther whispered in his ear.
Marrick whimpered, but not sure that he’d be able to obey that order, but he nodded that he would do his best to follow their command.
Blaine obviously wasn’t inclined to hold back.He thrust into him, hard and frantic, and more perfect than Marrick could believe until he roared out his pleasure.
Marrick gasped and pushed back against him, holding himself back from his own orgasm by luck as much as judgement.Within seconds, Blaine had pulled away, leaving him empty and needy.He opened his mouth, not even sure what he was going to ask for.Then, he felt Luther behind him.
Luther seemed to think that Blaine had had the right idea.The need they had to mark him seemed to override everything else.The lion’s grip on his hips was tight.Marrick had no doubt he’d have two beautiful sets of fingerprint bruises on his skin the next day.
He murmured his pleasure against the floorboards.Every thrust rocked his whole body.His own dick pushed against the empty air, unable to achieve even the tiniest bit of friction against anything.Still, he was on the edge of coming, permission or no permission, when Luther finally jerked and echoed Blaine’s roar.
The sound of the lion’s pleasure filled the room, filled Marrick’s mind.He whimpered as Luther carefully pulled away from him, but neither of the lions had gone far.He could feel both of his new masters still close by, hear their panting breaths, sense their eyes raking over his skin.
“How do you feel?”Luther whispered in his ear as he nuzzled sleepily against his neck some minutes later.
Frustrated.Sore.Bound.Perfect.“Alive,” Marrick whispered softly.“So alive.”
He could practically hear Blaine’s grin as he collapsed down on the floor next to him.“Good pet.”
