They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Well. That had been unexpected. As Loren’s back slammed against the wall, Sunjata’s hands on the summoner’s shoulders, he let out a snarl. His own hands came up to grip the other man’s shirt, grabbing handfuls of the fabric to jerk the taller man down slightly closer to the Launceleyn. Not that there was much closer to get, given that the other man was already speaking into Loren’s ear. Still, if the panther wanted to see exactly how rough the summoner could get, he was more than happy to give Sunjata an actual lesson. The threesome had just been scratching the surface for all of them.
It seemed that the other man still had a few issues to work out with Lusea. Given how Sunjata’s breath reeked of alcohol, the summoner figured this had very little to do with him and everything to do with the panther and his resurrected love’s dysfunctional relationship. That didn’t mean that the Launceleyn was going to back down from this obvious challenge. In fact, as with all challenges, he was going to rise to it. ”Really? Then what did you do, because from where I was sitting it wasn’t much.” That was right: Loren had been the one to fuck Lusea while she attended to Sunjata’s needs. That was an uncharitable interpretation of events—the panther had done at least a little to please his woman—but it wasn’t like the other man was being logical at the moment.
The summoner’s grip tightened on the panther’s shirt, twisting the fabric. ”I wouldn’t have needed to enact any justice if you were enough for Lusea and you hadn't made so many mistakes.” The Launceleyn was not the problem here. Indeed, his eyes narrowed as he dropped his voice to a lower volume and pitch, almost more growl than speech. ”What do you want, Sunjata? What are you hoping to prove, to accomplish by pinning me here?” There was no one else around to see this pathetic display of dominance.
It seemed that the other man still had a few issues to work out with Lusea. Given how Sunjata’s breath reeked of alcohol, the summoner figured this had very little to do with him and everything to do with the panther and his resurrected love’s dysfunctional relationship. That didn’t mean that the Launceleyn was going to back down from this obvious challenge. In fact, as with all challenges, he was going to rise to it. ”Really? Then what did you do, because from where I was sitting it wasn’t much.” That was right: Loren had been the one to fuck Lusea while she attended to Sunjata’s needs. That was an uncharitable interpretation of events—the panther had done at least a little to please his woman—but it wasn’t like the other man was being logical at the moment.
The summoner’s grip tightened on the panther’s shirt, twisting the fabric. ”I wouldn’t have needed to enact any justice if you were enough for Lusea and you hadn't made so many mistakes.” The Launceleyn was not the problem here. Indeed, his eyes narrowed as he dropped his voice to a lower volume and pitch, almost more growl than speech. ”What do you want, Sunjata? What are you hoping to prove, to accomplish by pinning me here?” There was no one else around to see this pathetic display of dominance.
LOREN
