“Oh, no you don’t,” Lev teased. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

  Morgan ran his long tongue over his skin, following the line of the loincloth over his belly before lingering at his other hip. He scraped his canines along the sensitive flesh, teasing his upper thigh before moving again. He didn’t stay in any one place for long before moving on.

  Aaron jerked in place, struggling against Lev’s hold on him. He locked eyes with the other man, feeling a strange pressure at the edge of his mind. Lev kept his gaze constant on him, not letting him go. A soft touch against his mind, almost like a brush of fur, had him closing his eyes.

  Lev snarled, and Aaron snapped his eyes open again. Lev was studying him. That soft touch intruded once more. This time he was sure it was the man standing in front of him. What did they say about the mate bond again?

  Morgan teased the thin skin at the crease of his thigh, inserting his tongue under the flap of the loincloth. He whimpered again, pressing his hips forward. Morgan lifted his hands and placed them on his hips, holding him still.

  “Fuck, this isn’t fair. You guys are double teaming me,” Aaron gasped.

  “You like it?” Morgan moaned, blowing a puff of air against his straining cock.

  He needed that mouth now, or he’d go nuts. “Please, Morgan…”

  He snapped his hips again, testing the hold Morgan had on him. Morgan drew him into his mouth, loincloth and all, pulling the head of his cock into the tight, warm cavern. Aaron cried out, his gaze going hazy.

  Lev pressed against his mind, the soft touch growing more insistent. He wouldn’t be able to take this much longer. “Let me in, baby, let me in,” Lev crooned.

  Aaron closed his eyes, relaxing his body and his mind, letting them take him completely. His mind was filled with the presence of Lev, barrelling in like a freight train. Lev’s arousal kicked his up another notch. His vision was filled with a glimpse of his own passion-filled countenance, confusing since his eyes were still closed. He blinked them open, getting a double image. He could see Lev in front of him, but he was also getting images of his own face, like he was looking out of Lev’s eyes.

  Lev growled, taking his mouth in a fierce kiss, controlling, demanding. Morgan snapped the strip of cotton at his waist, baring him completely and engulfing his cock, skin to skin.

  He cried out, his voice lost in Lev’s mouth. Morgan was using his tongue to caress his balls while the length of his cock was held tightly in his mouth. Hurrah for long tongues! The man was seriously talented. Fuck, he was about to lose it.

  Lev moaned. He could still feel the man in his mind, even though he had full control of his eyes again. He twisted his hands, realizing that Lev now held him still within one of his big hands. He looked down to see the other hand curving along Morgan’s head. Lev smoothed his palm along the fur between Morgan’s ears, caressing his lover.

  That’s it, baby, I want to see you come. Come for him. Lev’s voice fluttered through Aaron’s mind, goading him on.

  Lev released his mouth, whispering against his lips, “See how much he wants it? He wants you to shoot off in his mouth, release for him. He’s dying for the taste. My little whore can’t wait to taste every thick, milky drop of you. Give it to him, Aaron.”

  Aaron gasped, throwing back his head, banging it hard into the tree behind him. His balls tightened, Lev’s words inching him that much closer to release.

  Come on, you know you want it, need it, Lev whispered in his mind again. Un-fucking-believable.

  He gasped, tightening his ass, pumping his hips. His release jetted out of him. He didn’t even have enough time to warn Morgan before he was coming so hard he saw stars behind his eyelids.

  “That’s it. Drink it all down, Morgan. Little cumslut, can’t get enough of it, can you?” Lev crooned, his voice tender, loving.

  Morgan hummed, his throat working, pulsing against the tip of his dick. He twitched, the sensation almost too much. Morgan must have been a mind-reader, for he backed away with a final lick, releasing Aaron’s cock.

  Aaron slumped within Lev’s hold, trusting that the two men would support him. He felt utterly boneless. “Goddamn, I needed that.” He gasped for breath.

  Lev and Morgan chuckled.

  “Glad to hear it. Now, get your ass over to our room. I’m dying to stuff my length up this little hole,” Morgan said, running his finger along the crease of his ass.

  He twitched again, bucking his hips. “Oh, yeah,” he whimpered. He needed that.

  Lev released his hands, backing up to let Morgan stand. His loincloth was in a pile on the ground at his feet. He stared down at it, trying to figure out if there was any way it could be salvaged. “Fuck, guess I’m going nudist colony today. Hope your family aren’t prudes,” he said.

  Lev snickered, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t worry about that. They all like a good bout of sex anyway. So no one’s going to be surprised.”

  With that he bent at the waist, pushing his shoulder into Aaron’s stomach and hoisting him up in a fireman’s carry. Morgan slapped his ass, causing him to yelp in surprise.

  He squirmed once, feeling the slide of soft fur against his sensitive cock. His aching organ twitched, obviously up for another round with these two sex gods.

  “I like the sound of that,” Lev said, pitching his voice low.

  “What?”

  “Sex gods, that must be good.”

  “Stay out of my mind, Vincent!”

  Lev laughed, smoothing his palm over the curve of his ass, lingering along his ass crack. One nimble finger glanced over his hole, pressing and releasing. Aaron groaned, jerking his hips again.

  “Oh, Lord, I’m going to go blind,” Usama said, humor in his voice.

  Aaron buried his face in Lev’s back, swatting him hard when the man just laughed.

  “Don’t worry, Usama, I’ll make sure you’re the picture of health. Perhaps a physical? Just to make sure,” Rajiv smoothly interjected. Usama hummed.

  Aaron just shook his head. “Thanks a lot, Shere Khan. Can you please take your mate somewhere else?”

  That brought a round of laughter from everyone but him. Frickin’ fantastic.

  This whole group was just a bunch of pervs. They obviously had no problem with seeing others having sex, but it was kind of nice, if he were being honest. It lent a closeness to them he hadn’t realized existed before.

  Snickering, Aaron thought, The family that fucks their mates together, stays together.

  They turned into one of the structures he’d seen before, the cool interior a welcome respite from the pounding sun they had to walk through to get here. Lev carried him down a corridor, stepping aside to let Morgan walk past them.

  He looked down, seeing the flash of spotted legs at his side before he heard the snick of a door opening.

  Lev stepped forward, and he heard the door close behind them. He was suddenly airborne, landing with a soft thump in the middle of a springy bed. At least it was comfortable.

  Aaron wiggled his hips, settling himself in place. He watched Morgan and Lev moving throughout the room. Morgan grabbed something off a shelf, coming back to the bed. Lev sat down on an armless chair, spreading his legs and sprawling over the wide seat.

  He glanced back at Morgan, watching as the man crawled on to the bed, coming toward him. “This is what you want?” Morgan asked.

  Aaron nodded, his face flushing. He couldn’t deny it. He was waiting for the feel of Morgan deep inside him. There was something about the thought of that large form blanketing him that made his dick throb.

  Morgan threw a bottle on the bed beside him. “Okay, since you’re being so accommodating, get yourself ready for me.” He grinned, baring his gleaming canines.

  Aaron smiled wickedly, picking up the bottle with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, you want me to get myself ready, do you? And how should I do that? You want me to squeeze this out on my fingers first?”

  He turned the bottle over, pouring a generous heaping of scented oil in his hand. It reminded him a little of lavender, not a scent normally chosen by him, but he didn’t mind it too much.

  Aaron rubbed his hands together, smoothing the liquid over his palms. He wiggled in place, placing one slick hand firmly on his rising shaft, tugging to get himself completely hard again. Lifting his hips, he moved the other hand between his thighs, teasing his fingers over his hole.

  He pushed out with his ass, sliding the tip of one finger into his anus, gratified when Morgan and Lev let out heated moans. Teasing them and himself, he pressed that one finger in and out, over and over again.

  Morgan’s mouth was open, his breathing audible. He swallowed hard.

  Lev opened his mind, showing Aaron how turned on he was. He could see himself, spread out on the bed like a wanton whore, begging to be fucked. He kind of liked the image.

  He added a second finger, rimming himself before inserting both fingers. He scissored them, smoothing out the ache inside his ass, making room for the thick cock he couldn’t take his eyes off of. Morgan was kneeling now between his thighs, his fingers dancing over his own flesh. His cock was large, tilting down when Morgan released it.

  Aaron’s breaths came in pants, his hips moving freely. Morgan’s cock was so fucking different from anything he’d ever seen before. He really should have seen it coming, so to speak, but he couldn’t believe that it was spotted. Just like the rest of him, his cock was a loamy gold, small black rosettes splashed out along the thick length. It was hairless, although his balls were covered in the same silky fur that encapsulated the rest of him. Little bumps ringed the glans, and his mouth watered to find out what they tasted like.

  “Christ, Morgan, get your ass up here. I need to taste you,” he said, his voice strained.

  “Not yet. I won’t be able to hold off if you put those lips on me, and I need to get a piece of your ass first.”

  He whimpered. “Fuck it, then take me, you spotted bastard.”

  Morgan grinned, releasing his cock and blanketing Aaron in one movement. He bumped the head of his shaft against Aaron’s fingers, still playing at his hole.

  “Wait, not like that,” Lev gasped. “I want to see.”

  Morgan shook his head, his forehead crinkling. Aaron pushed him, guiding him over onto his back. He straddled Morgan’s hips, letting the long shaft tease his crack. “Better?” he asked.

  Lev moaned in response.

  Lifting up, he waited until Morgan grabbed his hips, supporting him. He reached back, grabbing hold of Morgan, holding his cock in place. He teased it once, twice over his twitching hole before sinking just the tip inside. They both moaned, nearly overcome from the feeling.

  Aaron relaxed his ass, pushing out and letting gravity sink him lower onto the thick pole in his ass. God, could he ever feel that! It was unbelievable. For a brief moment, he tried to remember when he’d last been fucked, but couldn’t recall. His last boyfriend had been a solid bottom, so he had always topped. He had missed this, missed the fullness of being filled by a hot, hard dick.

  He finally bottomed out, Morgan’s pelvis cradling him. He rocked in place, not wanting to miss a second of the fullness.

  “Fuck, I need to move,” Morgan cried out.

  Aaron lifted himself, supported by Morgan’s strong grip, pulling up and up until just the head of his cock was still inside. He cried out, feeling little fingers scraping against the walls of his ass. That must be those little bumps he had noticed before. Good God, it felt amazing.

  With a low groan, he slid back down, the welcome thickness inside him again. He opened his mind, wanting Lev to get as much of this as he could. Lord, it was so frickin’ incredible. He didn’t want this to end.

  Again and again, he smoothly slid up and down the pole inside him, twisting his hips to give Morgan as much friction as he could. He wanted this to be memorable, wanted to please the other man as much as possible.

  Morgan threw his head back, panting.

  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tawny blob come up to his left. Letting his head fall back, he watched Lev approach them. He lifted one hand, waiting until Lev caught it in his own larger palm. Lev crawled onto the bed, rising to his feet until he stood beside Aaron.

  He shifted in place, angling around until his own cock bumped against Aaron’s lips. Lev’s cock was as thick as Morgan’s, but it angled upward, slapping his ridged stomach. Aaron stuck out his tongue, running it along the curious bumps he’d noticed on Morgan’s cock. They were smooth to the touch, but raised beneath the flesh. Lev groaned; he obviously liked the feeling. Morgan released Aaron’s hand, and he used that hand to cup Lev’s balls, rolling them around in his palm.

  Aaron picked up his pace, his own cock slapping against his belly with every thrust. Morgan took pity on him, reaching one spotted hand down to grab him firmly, stroking in time to his own thrusts inside Aaron. He moaned again, taking Lev inside his mouth, done with playing around.

  He was going to come, and by all that was holy, these two were coming with him. He wasn’t giving them a fucking choice. He tightened his ass, creating a vice around Morgan’s cock. Flattening his tongue on Lev, he lost himself to the taste of his mate.

  Shit, his mate? What was he thinking? He’d just met the man, no matter what they told him. How could he be thinking anything permanent already? Was he that easy that a good fucking would change his mind?

  In the back of his mind, he realised this was more than a good fucking. This was something serious. He’d never felt this way before, this consumed by his lovers. Hell, to be honest, he’d never been with more than one man before. Was that all it was? Just the passion from having his first threesome?

  Morgan cried out, clamping down on Aaron’s cock with his hand, squeezing him tightly. Aaron gasped around Lev, sucking strongly. That was all it took. Lev came in spurts down his throat, releasing himself. Morgan bucked his hips, lifting them off the bed and throwing his head back before he found his own release.

  Aaron whimpered, so damn close. Morgan flicked a nail along the slit in his head, pressing that dagger-sharp nail into his hole. His balls drew up tight before he was coming hard, seeing stars again. He blacked out for a moment. He couldn’t believe how intense it was.

  Releasing Lev, he slumped down on top of Morgan. Lev bent his knees, falling to the bed before rolling to his side. He shifted Aaron, bringing him to the side of Morgan and in between the two men. They were all breathing erratically, trying to catch their breaths.

  “Holy fuck, I think I’m dying,” Aaron gasped.

  Lev chuckled, squeezing him in close. He rested his head on Morgan’s shoulder, curling into his side. Behind him, Lev wrapped himself tight to his back.

  Crap. He didn’t want to lose these men. What was he going to do now?

  Chapter Five

  Lev groaned, wincing at the pain in his head. He was vaguely aware of the others around him. The scents of Laithe and their father calmed him before he could work up a good rage.

  The last thing he recalled was getting up to answer the knock at his bedroom door, moving quietly so his mates didn’t wake up. What happened?

  “You know why we’re here?” his father asked, calmly.

  “This better be important. I left a really warm bed for this.”

  “Now is not the time to joke, Lev. Please, just answer the question,” Laithe interrupted.

  Lev opened his eyes, staring at the sight in front of him. He was lying in a cave, surrounded by the pride leaders. His father, Haytham, and Laithe were directly in front of him, both crouched down. The other leaders fanned out behind them, curiously serious. This could only mean one thing. “I know why we’re here,” he said.

  “Explain it to me,” Laithe said, his voice even.

  “I’m to be tested. In order to determine if I really am a pride leader, I need to be tested. If I pass, I get my own pride. If I fail…”

  “If you fail?” Laithe asked.

  “I don’t know what happens if I fail. Has anyone ever failed before?”

  The pride leaders exchanged glances, remaining silent. Wonderful. He took that to mean that if he failed, he wouldn’t be walking back down the cliff to join his mates anytime soon.

  “This is a sacred ritual. Known only to us. If you pass, you must never speak of what goes on here to anyone. Is that clear? Not even to Morgan or your new mate. You must keep this a secret,” Haytham said, leaning forward.

  “Is that part of the test?”

  “In its own way.”

  “I understand. I won’t speak of it to anyone.” He blinked up at them, wanting them to realize how serious he was about this.

  “Believe me, brother, you won’t want to speak of it to anyone. This won’t be easy on you. I at least had time to prepare. There have never been two pride leaders from the same family. None of us saw this coming.” Laithe stood up to lean against the wall.

  “I know that, Laithe. I definitely didn’t expect this either.”

  “We must prepare you, son.” Haytham held out his hand. Lev placed his hand in his father’s, allowing Haytham to pull him up to a standing position. The air around him stirred, wafting up the lingering scent of his mates.

  “You smell like you’ve been fucking,” Durai, one of the pride leaders, commented.

  Lev grinned, returning the man’s smile, remaining silent. Durai was the most easily distinguishable pride leader. He was still young, around Laithe’s age, but years ago he had been involved in a territorial dispute. He bore a deep scar, bisecting his right eye, blinding him on one side. Despite that, he was one of their strongest fighters to this day. No one went against him. Not if they wanted to live.

  His father huffed disapprovingly, wrinkling his nose. “You need to be cleansed first. Follow me.”

  Lev stared at the walls around him, glad he could make out the impressions within the inky dark cave. The further within the cave they went, the darker it became until only a thin shaft of sunlight remained behind them.

 

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