Releasing Tim’s cock, Kontra rose up and walked his hands up either side of Tim’s torso until his face hovered over his lover’s. Lowering his head, first Kontra pulled Tim’s plump lower lip into his mouth and tugged lightly. Once Tim groaned, Kontra deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into Tim’s mouth, letting him taste himself on his tongue.
Tim lifted his hips, Kontra’s groin. Kontra shuddering. He had to fight back his urge to come just from that, coupled with the taste of his mate on his tongue and the sight of his sexy lover spread out and willing.
“You have lube?” Kontra growled out.
“Y-yes,” Tim stuttered. He looked toward the nightstand. “Top drawer.”
That was a relief. Kontra reached over and fished out the lube. Just as he reached for the button on his jeans, desperately wanting relief, loud pounding rocked the bedroom door. Snarling in frustration, Kontra almost ignored it.
Then, Sam called, “Kontra, sorry to bother, but grinding up against moaned, his body you really need to come out here. The owl beta, Jean, is here.”
“Son of a bitch,” he snarled. Kontra dropped his head and struggled to regain some semblance of control. Opening his eyes, Kontra stared down at his lover and ordered, “Stay there. I’ll see what he wants and get rid of him.” He dropped the lube next to Tim and levered off the bed.
Grinning, he took in Tim’s disappointed look. Inordinate pleasure filled Kontra knowing he wasn’t the only one upset about the interruption. Then he swept his gaze over Tim’s disheveled clothes, ruined slacks that gaped open and revealed his once more hard and leaking cock. Fighting back a groan, he muttered gruffly, “You can ready yourself if you want, but no coming until I’m buried deep in your ass.”
Tim actually glared at him. “Spoil sport.”
That had Kontra grinning. “I’m going to spank your ass for that,” he teased, winking.
The way Tim flushed had Kontra thinking maybe he really did need to find out how his red handprint would look on his mate’s creamy pale skin and it seemed Tim wouldn’t object too much. When Sam knocked and called again, Kontra shook his head and tossed a throw blanket over Tim’s naked groin.
Yanking the door open, Kontra snarled, “Fine. Let’s get this over with.”
He stalked past a chagrined Sam, who muttered, “Sorry, Kontra,” and followed him down the hall into the living room.
Kontra paused just inside the doorway, taking in the nervous look of the guy. He recognized him as one of the shifters they’d taken Tim away from in the woods. “Who are you, and what do you want?” Kontra asked bluntly, in no mood to be patient.
The guy swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple visibly bobbing. “My name is Beta Jean Leflore. You have taken one of our flock members and we want him returned safely. You have no right to keep him.”
Kontra had to give the guy credit for managing to keep his voice steady while stating his demands. Too bad the guy’s scent gave him away. The shifter was scared shitless. Since the guy was there in peace, Kontra wondered what caused the man’s fear.
His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms over his considerable chest. With the Celtic designs that covered his right shoulder down his arm and the grizzly that crawled over his left shoulder, coupled with his massive frame, shaggy dark, silver-tipped hair, and goatee, he could appear fucking intimidating. Kontra used that to his advantage as he glared at the man and growled, “Tim is my mate and chose to return with me. You and your flock have no claim to him.”
Even before Kontra had finished speaking, Jean had started shaking his head. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “That’s not acceptable.”
His words were punctuated by the crash of breaking glass and a muffled shout of surprised. Kontra’s eyes widened and he pivoted on the toe of his boot. “Hold him,” he roared the order over his shoulder as he sprinted down the hall back to the room where he’d left Tim.
Shoving the door open, Kontra roared at the sight of a big man pinning Tim to the bed. His lover twisted and bucked, trying unsuccessfully to break free. “Release him!” Kontra thundered.
The guy turned to look at him, his eyes glowing unnaturally. “The magick is mine. You can’t have it,” he snarled, sounding almost crazed. “Die, Tim!”
Kontra watched in shock as the man shifted into an impressively sized European Eagle Owl impossibly fast. Kontra was a pretty strong alpha, and even he couldn’t shift in the blink of an eye. The odd light that had flooded the shifter’s eyes as a human—who had to be Alpha Pierre—still glowed as an owl.