What the Lion wants...
"I wasn't paying attention," he said, struggling to sound calm despite his thundering pulse. "I didn't mean—"Sean's snarl cut him off, and he swallowed with a mouth suddenly gone dry. He wanted to turn and run, but that would be a death sentence for sure. If he had any chance, he had to stand his ground. He trembled from head to foot, but his feet stayed firmly rooted in place as Sean paced closer, snuffed at him, growled low in his throat, and then turned away. Justin wasn't dumb enough to think he was completely out of the woods, so to speak, but he couldn't help sagging a little as the big cat's attention turned elsewhere. Turned to Melanie.
Sean licked her face, then paced around to lick at her hindquarters in a prelude to making. She laid down, inviting him, but Sean turned away. He paced back to Justin and snarled. Justin took a step back, but the big cat's growl deepened until he felt the rumble in his own chest. Sean's head swung to Melanie, and then back to Justin. Then his head darted forward and his rough tongue swept over Justin's cock and balls. It was like being slapped with sandpaper. And, as realization dawned, the icy shock overpowered the discomfort.
Sean wanted him to submit.
"No," he breathed.
Sean's growl was low—a final warning.
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