It dawned on Tim that, as a shifter—one that certainly had a better sense of smell than Tim— this guy probably scented Tim’s arousal. His shocked mind struggled with how to play off the uncomfortable boner in his slacks, should the guy ask.
What came out was, “There isn’t a flock here. If you’re scouting for new territory, this land is free. I’ll be leaving in a week, so it’s all yours.”
“What? No,” the man practically growled.
Tim’s brows shot up and his jaw sagged open. Surely this guy didn’t think he could force Tim to stick around. Shifter or not, awesome smelling and handsome or not, Tim wasn’t staying in this town. He’d been here long enough for people to start noticing his lack of aging and had been pushing it because Gil wasn’t ready to leave yet. Then his partner had gotten sick, and it had been a long, grueling two years battling cancer.
Every instinct in Tim screamed for him to get the hell out of dodge.
He snapped his mouth closed and scowled at the man. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do? You have no say over me.”
To his ever-loving shock, a feral smile curved the man’s handsome goateed face. The guy stalked forward. Tim’s pride warred with his good sense, the latter quickly winning, and he lifted his hands in placation as he retreated.
“My name is Kontra Belikov. I’m a grizzly bear shifter,” the biker stated, his gravelly voice low, sensual, and gruff.
Tim’s cock hardened further at the sound. His back thudded against a wall, stopping his progress.
Kontra first took the to-go bag from his hands and set it aside, then he grabbed Tim’s palms in a surprisingly gentle grip and lifted them over his head, pinning them on either side. “And you, Timothy Laurent, are my mate.”
Tim gasped as Kontra pressed his nose against the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply. A low rumble vibrated through Kontra’s chest, making Tim’s nipples bead into sharp, tingly points where they pressed against the man.
Lifting his head to capture Tim’s gaze, Kontra’s dark brown eyes bore into his own. “Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you, Tim?”
Somehow, Tim managed to shake his head once. His mouth formed the word no, though no sound came out.
Firm lips wreathed in surprisingly soft hair brushed across Tim’s jaw once, twice, then moved to his ear. Kontra’s warm breath had pinpricks of pleasure dancing across his nerve endings, making it incredibly difficult for Tim to focus on the shifter’s next words.
“It will be sixty years, to the day, in three weeks, Tim,” Kontra whispered. He sucked Tim’s earlobe into his mouth and tugged gently.
Tim whimpered, the pulls seeming to transfer straight to his painfully hard cock, making it pulse and leak in his slacks. Suddenly, Kontra’s big hands palmed his ass-cheeks and lifted. Tim found his hands free and he quickly grabbed the big man’s shoulders, clutching at the shifter’s black leather jacket.
Kontra slid him up the wall and pressed closer, aligning their groins. Tim reacted instantly by wrapping his legs around Kontra’s hips. A large ridge of flesh pressed against his trapped erection through several layers of fabric. Sparks of fire licked along his hard cock, and Tim shouted hoarsely as he rocked his hips to get more of the delicious sensations.
The rush of blood flowing through his veins reminded Tim that he still lived, that he could still feel desire and pleasure. Kontra groaned, his grip tightening on Tim’s ass. The sexy shifter used his hold to rock their groins together.
Through a haze of bliss—caused by Kontra’s sharp teeth nipping and scraping up and down the tendons of his neck, the feel of his hard dick rocking against his own, and the sexy growls and grunts vibrating through the shifter’s body—Tim felt his testicles draw up tight to his body. His dick swelled even more, and Tim knew he was about to come.
“Oh!” he murmured, his eyes widening in realization.
Kontra lifted his head and grunted. “Yeah, do it, Tim. Come for me,” he snarled gutturally.
Letting out a low groan, Tim did just that. His head bumped against the wall and his eyes lost focus as his balls turned inside out and filled his slacks with warm, sticky seed.
While endorphins pinged pleasantly through his body, Tim felt the fingers gripping his ass twitch. Kontra hissed between clenched teeth, a strained look crossing his face. Tucking his forehead against Tim’s neck, the big shifter’s body jerked several times.
The hold on Tim’s butt eased, but Kontra didn’t release him. Instead, the shifter lifted his head and smiled at him, warmth filling his dark eyes. “I haven’t done that since I was a cub,” he whispered, snorting.