Silver-Tipped Justice(19)

Luc nodded.

“Then you’re welcome to join us.” Kontra looked at Tim. “As long as you don’t have any objections.”

Tim smiled radiantly at him, making a fresh wave of lust crash over him. “Of course not, thank you.”

“Now that that’s settled,” Kontra rumbled. He grabbed his mate’s hand and practically dragged him the rest of the way to the bedroom. As he entered, he inhaled and was surprised to find only Tim’s scent in the room. Pivoting, Kontra pressed his mate against the closed door. He buried his nose in Tim’s neck and inhaled, taking in his mate’s aroused, tangy scent. “Fuck, you smell fantastic. How come I only scent you in here?” Kontra hated bringing this up now, but he would have thought Gil’s smell would still linger, even after six months.

Tilting his head, Tim moaned softly before responding. “I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on when you ask me that,” he muttered.

“Just want to make sure you feel good,” Kontra responded, nipping, then sucking the sensitive tendons of the man’s neck.

“Ugh, I couldn’t stay…stay in the same bed anymore. Changed rooms and…mm, oh…bought new furniture. Planned to take it with me when I moved in a few days,” Tim managed to explain.

Kontra paused for a second at that revelation, then pushed it away in favor of thinking about other things—namely, getting his mate naked and moaning. More than willing to allow his driving need to pleasure and claim his mate to take precedence over everything else, Kontra gripped his mate’s hips and lifted him. He liked how Tim immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and clung to him, rocking his hips, pressing his hard cock against Kontra’s aching one.

Moving to the bed, Kontra laid Tim down gently. He willed himself to be patient, wanting to show his mate exquisite pleasure. Kneeling on the bed between Tim’s spread legs, he rested his hands on his lover’s thighs and slowly stroked up his trembling legs.

When Tim reached for him, Kontra grabbed his wrists, stopping him. Knowing if his mate touched him, all semblance of control would be gone, Kontra ordered gruffly, “Grab your headboard and don’t move unless I say so.”

Kontra released Tim’s arms and watched him obey. Tim’s breathing hitched as he wrapped his fingers around the bottom of his headboard and held on. “What are you…” Tim paused and licked his lips, making Kontra want to follow the moist path with his own tongue. “What are you going to do?”

“Pleasure you,” Kontra replied sensuously.

Kontra returned his hands to Tim’s thighs, pushing them wider. Skimming his hands up Tim’s legs, he relished the feel of the firm, twitching muscles under his fingers. When he reached the crease of the man’s groin, Kontra paused and took in the hard ridge pressing against the fly of Tim’s slacks.

“So beautiful,” Kontra murmured, rubbing his thumbs along the sides of the cloth-covered erection.

Tim mewled as his hips shifted and twitched. Unable to wait a second longer, Kontra made quick work of his mate’s button and zipper. He greedily gazed at the wet spot surrounding the head of his lover’s cock. Rumbling in pleasure at how Tim’s body responded to his touch, Kontra eased the elastic edge of Tim’s boxer-briefs over the head of his cock, revealing the red, bloodengorged, weeping tip.

The scent of his mate’s pre-cum hit his senses, making his own prick twitch and ooze in his jeans. Growling low in his throat, his body nearly vibrating with excitement, Kontra buried his nose in the crease of Tim’s groin and inhaled.

It was his turn to moan. Kontra’s gums ached, his canines threatening to extend. Gripping the edges of Tim’s fly, he gave a sharp jerk. The sound of rending fabric filled the room, and Tim’s cock and balls spilled from the ruined material.

Tim gasped. “Kontra,” he whispered breathily, his hips bucking, obviously affected by the cool air hitting his pulsing shaft.

Although he liked the begging quality filling Tim’s tone, Kontra knew he wouldn’t be able to wait much longer, and he wanted to bring his mate pleasure before burying himself balls deep in Tim’s channel. Swooping down, he swallowed his mate’s prick to the root in one swift movement.

Howling, Tim’s back bowed. Nearly overwhelmed by the sound and taste and smell of his mate, Kontra sucked hard on the stiff shaft, needing more, needing everything from his mate. He swallowed, his throat muscles working the smooth, sensitive glans where it lodged in the back of his throat.

That was enough.

Kontra’s mouth filled with Tim’s release, more shooting down his throat. He pulled off slightly, allowing the next shot to hit his tongue, allowing him to truly taste the salty essence of his mate. Once he was certain he’d milked Tim dry, Kontra gave a few more soft sucks to his penis head, pleased that it remained stiff.