Chapter Three

Apollo

Whatever I'd suspected Glass would bring with him, it wasn't what he held. I stared, unable to look away from the small leather collar.

Was he into kink?

Ohhhh!

Now I understood his thoughts about spanking my ass. Was that what he was into?

Purely on reflex, I clenched at the image of him stalking my ass while warming it with the palm of his large hand. To all that was my lion heart, I couldn't shake off the effect it had on me. The next thought came with a narrowed-eyed stare at what he held. Was that collar even big enough for a lion? Who else had worn that collar?

The desire that I'd felt, which was barely manageable before, took on a life of its own at the idea of finding out. I struggled to swallow with how dry my mouth was. For want of something better to do, I tilted my head and examined his expression.

He was staring at the piece of leather—looking undecided? Which seemed odd, because he'd brought the bag with him. Surely he had to know what he'd put in there when he stuck his hand in to pull something out?

Was he thinking sex toys would break through my pissedoffness ? He wasn't wrong with how blue my balls were and how my cock was throbbing. I shifted a little closer, curious enough to peer into the bag that hung from his other hand. One look revealed my stalk was indeed kinky.

My eyes widened until I felt they might fall out. "Holy hairy lions, is that a ball gag with a space to fit your stalk?" I choked out, mouth watering at the very idea of him feeding me his stalk through the gap. And okay, I wasn't overly familiar with such things, but I had maybe—once or twice—looked up some of these things on the internet. It was good to be curious about the sexy stuff. I mean, it was preparation for such times as now. No lion wanted to appear lacking. Yeah, I wasn't exactly experienced in that area, but this just proved it, when I could see exactly what the big stalk liked in the bedroom… or soil. Acting like I was green wouldn't be cool.

"Great Rhu, I'll c-r-u-m-b-l-e them all!" he roared, much like Maximus would, when he appeared to find his voice.

I looked back at Glass, and I couldn't decide if the outrage was real when he looked embarrassed but not shocked, like he hadn't seen the kinky things before. For the moment, I wasn't getting any of his thoughts, so it was hard to figure it out.

My heart beat way too fast, and not in the unpleasant ‘I should run away' type of situation. More like I should set aside his rejection with how interesting things were turning out.

"Are they yours?" I asked, unable to keep my voice from squeaking with excitement. My ass shifted on the seat with all kinds of dirty thoughts of me tied up, helpless to do anything except take what he wanted to do to me.

Tie me down?

Drive me wild with his tongue? His hands? His stalk?

Feeling hotter than a lion in the height of summer, I looked from Glass back to the bag of kinky-fuckery.

Glass made a strangled noise in the back of his throat that didn't sound healthy.

Once more looking at him, I arched a brow, acting like this was an everyday thing for me. As if, but he didn't know that.

"What?" I asked, holding his stare and doing my best to not think of what was happening in my sweats and way too tight underwear, which was now attempting to cut off the circulation to my dick.

"You aren't freaking out," he said in a wary tone, that made little sense.

"Did you want me to?" I asked, stomach doing a horrible flip flop at the very idea.

He shook his head. "Hell no. It's just… it's like this… I… see… this…" he waved the intriguing bag at me. "I never meant to bring this," he finished, though he didn't sound utterly convincing.

"Then why did you?" I asked out of curiosity, hating the little spark of disappointment that came with what he'd said.

"I didn't."

"Huh? You have the bag in your hand," I pointed out because he appeared to be missing the large bag full of potential fun he was clutching.

"Someone in the house must have switched bags on me."

Oh crap. "You mean it's not yours?" Did I sound disappointed?

He nodded, then shook his head.

"Is that a yes or a no?" I asked in confusion. Stalks were so confusing. How was a lion to keep up?

He sighed so heavily, I braced for whatever was gonna come out of his mouth next. "It's mine. I just had no plans to bring this stuff here. I never meant to share this with you." His lips twitched. "I had a bag with cards and tabletop games."

"Oh," I replied, unsure how I felt about that.

Did he think I wasn't hip and down with the sexy stuff? That thought was quickly followed by another that gave me a bitter aftertaste. Did he believe I was boring in bed?

I got affronted on my own behalf as that thought took root, despite the fact I had no clue and hadn't ever done anything sexy with anyone. Although that was beside the point because he didn't know that.

He does now.

I glowered, blushing furiously at him, even as Maximus revealed how loud my thoughts were. "I… I… I know stuff," I huffed and glanced at the monitors. It took a second to figure what I was seeing on the screen before I leaped off my seat. "Fuck, is that Red being dragged towards that car?"