“Hey, honey,” Kontra crooned. He leaned down and pressed a soft butterfly kiss to Tim’s lips. Before Tim could try deepening it, Kontra lifted his head. “How do you feel?”
Tim took stock of his body. The events of earlier were a little hazy, but he vaguely remembered the attack, then Kontra claiming him. Everything had hurt like hell, with the one bit of pleasure coming when Kontra bit him. That had been amazing. Except, now that he was awake, he didn’t feel like he’d been fucked hard and put away wet. He just felt…whole.
There was a warm buzz flowing through him. It kind of reminded him of the buzz of one too many beers without actually being inebriated. “I feel really, really good,” he whispered.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Kontra replied. His lover lay half on him, most of his weight on his left elbow as he leaned over him. “Eli, my gang’s doctor, he told me you just needed your rest, but until you woke…” The big shifter grimaced and shook his head. “I’m sorry I had to be so rough on you, but I had to bond us quickly, so you’d come into your magick. It healed you.” Kontra’s dark eyes softened as he slid a finger over Tim’s lips tenderly. “I can’t believe I finally have you. My mate.”
Tim wondered if Kontra would ever be able to say the wealth of emotions behind his words, and realized it didn’t matter if he ever did. Every look, every action, expressed how much Kontra cared for him. Tim smiled. Gil would have been happy for him.
“What are you thinking that put that smile on your face?” Kontra asked quietly, his thumb lighting stroking Tim’s bottom lip.
Pulling Kontra’s thumb into his mouth, Tim gave it a little suck, liking the way Kontra’s brown eyes darkened to nearly black. He released it and admitted, “I was thinking that Gil would be happy for me. Happy I’d again found companionship, and maybe someday love.”
Kontra sucked in a harsh breath, and for a second, Tim thought he was angry. Then he shuddered out a breath that sounded suspiciously like a sob and tucked his head against Tim’s neck, nuzzling him. “I already love you, Tim. I’ve loved you for sixty-five years.” Kontra lifted his head and pinned him with a penetrating gaze. “I never gave up hope that I’d find you.”
At those words, filled with so much conviction, Tim’s heart warmed for this big man, this shifter. “You keep saying shit like that, and I’ll fall in love with you so damn fast.”
Grinning, Kontra replied, “Good.” Kontra kissed him again, taking his lips and mouth in a slow, thorough exploration. He pushed his tongue in deep, twined it with Tim’s, then stroked it over his palate, mapping every nook and crevice.
When Kontra finally pulled away, breaking the lip-lock, Tim’s cock was swollen and aching. It didn’t escape his notice that his mate’s big dick was pressing insistently against his hip. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around the massive muttered.
Tim hadn’t bout of sex except the pain. Now he understood at least from where some of it stemmed. Kontra wasn’t just well endowed, he was hung like a fucking horse. Stroking Kontra’s erection, enjoying the growls and grunts Kontra made, Tim realized the guy had to be at least ten inches and he could barely get his fingers all the way around his girth. shaft. “Shit, you’re huge,” he
remembered much of their first And Tim really, really wanted to feel it inside him again.
“Fucking hell, your scent turns me on,” Kontra muttered gruffly, fucking his cock into Tim’s fist. He reached between them and gripped Tim’s erection, returning the hand job. “This is just to take the edge off,” he promised. “Then I’m going to eat your ass and fill you up, honey.”
“Oh, hell, yeah. Need to feel you,” Tim muttered, his hips rocking, his body chasing the sensations caused by Kontra’s calloused hand on his cock.
“You’ll feel me,” Kontra promised. “Feel me for hours after we’re done. Know my cum is soaking your insides.”
Tim’s balls pulled tight at Kontra’s words. “Oh, shit,” he hissed, right before his orgasm swamped him. Sparks danced behind his eyes and Tim had just enough presence of mind to keep jacking Kontra’s cock. It didn’t take long, and soon Kontra grunted, jerked, and his cum soaked Tim’s fingers and hip.
“Yeah,” Kontra rumbled. Tim hummed in agreement. Before he’d even come down from his endorphin high, Kontra pulled away, grabbed his hips, and flipped him. Seconds later, his ass was pulled into the air and big palms spread his cheeks wide.