Timothy (16 page)

And so he answered the only way he could, pushing up from the edge of the couch and stalking towards Tim with a slow, deliberate stride. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream. You’re not going to come until I say you can come, and I’m going to ride your sweet ass until nothing else exists for the two of us.” He stopped a few feet away, waiting to see what Tim would do in response.

Tim’s answering smile was a challenge, punctuated by his removal of the red thong. His thick cock slapped his belly and his full balls hung heavy between his thighs when he stood up and toed the sparse material aside only to bend over and pick it up. He twirled the thong on his finger then winked as he released it, letting it sail directly at Otto.

The scent of Tim became stronger, sexier, curling up a wave of need that roared from Otto in a loud snarl. He lunged forward and grabbed Tim, trusting himself not to cause harm, trusting his mate to tell him if he went too far, used too much force.

His shoulder caught Tim in the midriff, pushing the air from his lungs. His hot cock slapped against Otto’s chest as he lifted, hefting Tim over his shoulder. Otto brought his hand down hard on the smooth swell of Tim’s ass. Tim’s shout, the way he humped Otto mindlessly, only stoked Otto’s lust.

“You like this?” Otto landed another swat, one that left his hand stinging. “Want more?”

“Fuck yeah,” Tim rasped, winding his arms around to fondle Otto’s cock and balls. “Do it. Sometimes I need…no one has ever been there for me.”

It might have been disjointed to someone else, but Otto got it. Sometimes he needed pain, lovingly delivered, to take away some left behind in a hateful way. And the pain could heighten the pleasure until his head spun and his mind whited out with it.

“You’ll tell me if it’s too much.” Not a question, but a statement of trust.

“Of course, and I’ll knock you on your ass, too.” Tim squeezed Otto’s balls just enough to make his thighs ache, then he released them only to bite Otto on the ass.

“Fuck!” Otto stumbled and ended up sprawled on top of Tim on the couch. He righted himself and in seconds had Tim over his lap. A red handprint already decorated one cheek. Otto landed a sharp slap to the other to make them match.

“Ungh! Again!” Tim pushed up on his toes, raising his ass in the air. He curled his fingers around Otto’s calves and it felt like his nails bit through skin.

Otto rained the spanks down on Tim’s ass, hard, soft, quick, slower, top to bottom, bringing Tim to a keening, back arching moment of beauty. “More?” he asked since Tim was begging. Otto wanted to be sure, though. His cock was throbbing and Tim’s was leaking pre-cum all over Otto’s thighs.

“Please,” Tim sobbed, thrusting, rutting mindlessly as he sought his release.

Otto obliged him, catching him where his butt cheek and thigh met. Tim howled and Otto felt hot spunk spray between them. He smacked Tim’s ass again, drawing a shout from him. “I told you not to come unless I gave you permission.”

“S-sorry,” Tim panted, his ass clenching and unclenching beneath the weight of Otto’s hand. “Couldn’t help it, I swear.”

Otto kneaded a handful of red, hot flesh. “You couldn’t?”

Tim moaned and shook, rocking against Otto’s lap. “Noooo. Uh, gods, you don’t know what you do to me.”

Otto used both hands to part Tim’s cheeks. He watched his hole flutter and goose bumps skitter over Tim’s ass. “Oh, but I think I do.” Otto raked a finger over Tim’s pucker then pushed it in. He knew the burn would pale beside the pain of his spanked ass.

“Yes, please, do it! I need to fucking feel you.” Tim shoved back, enveloping Otto’s finger in a rough move. “Give them to me, fucking do it, Otto. I’m begging you.”

He was, it was true, but Otto hesitated. Tim had been too sore to be fucked just a day earlier. He wasn’t eager to put that sweet ass out of commission again. “Compromise,” he murmured. Otto spread Tim’s cheeks further apart and spat. Saliva never made the best lube, drying up too fast, but it’d ease the way somewhat. At first. Otto pushed a second finger in beside the first and went in deep, no hesitating.

Tim arched, his back bowing in a beautiful manner. “Yes, fucking hell, yes, just like that.” The groan coming from his lips after he spoke had Otto curling over him and working his hole hard. Tim didn’t want easy any more than Otto wanted to give him easy. He finger fucked Tim until Tim’s cock was hard and his hole hot from the friction. The puckered skin was pink and puffy and Otto pulled his fingers out and stood, lifting Tim with him. He splayed Tim over the back of the couch on his belly and dived in between his cheeks, licking and lapping at his ass hole.

The sounds Tim made were incredible, moans and whimpers, begging words and pleas. Otto kept his hands on Tim’s ass, pushing back every time Tim tried to squeeze his cheeks. He speared his tongue into Tim’s opening and licked around his inner rim. He sealed his lips around his outer rim and sucked until Tim sobbed for more.

Otto flipped him onto his back just as he’d imagined doing earlier. Tim had to arch and, as lovely as he looked, Tim couldn’t be comfortable and Otto would worry about hurting him.

“Get down on your hands and knees,” Otto ordered as he hefted Tim back up. He helped Tim get to his knees. Otto spat a couple of times in his palm as he told Tim to lower his chest to the floor. Tim did, spreading his legs, too, so that his pink pucker shone like a beacon between his cheeks.

Otto didn’t wait. He could feel Tim’s need surging right along with his, feel the desperation flowing between them. Otto covered Tim as completely as he could, bringing on leg up beside Tim’s, one behind him. He lined up his dick and hooked an arm under Tim. “Mine,” he proclaimed as he surged forward, his cock driven forcefully into the silky warmth of Tim’s sheath. “Ah, fuck, Tim. So hot, so tight, perfect for me, baby.” Otto rotated his hips, trying to sink just that much deeper into Tim’s body.

Tim moved, shifted his legs somehow and Otto’s cock bottomed out fully. “Fuck me, Otto, come on, fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

Like he really had to ask. Or demand, Otto corrected. “Brace yourself.” He pulled back all the way, going slower as his crown stretched Tim’s hole beautifully.

“Otto, back in,” Tim said, almost whining with his need.

Otto gritted his teeth and slammed back in, and didn’t stop again. Tim yelped and shoved back. He dropped his shoulders lower, then finally slapped his hands against the couch for all the good it did him. Otto held him tight and reamed his ass with powerful thrusts that slid him forward, only to jerk him back into place again.

Again and again Otto drove in and out of Tim’s velvety heat, revelling in the feel of those soft inner muscles clenching and contracting around his cock, as if trying to hold him inside. He knew his grip was bruising, and Tim’s whimpers and moans sang his praises with each brush over his gland. Otto kept at it, kept making sure he rubbed over Tim’s prostate until Tim screamed a startled sound as his legs gave out.

The scent of Tim’s spunk hit Otto even as he followed Tim down to the floor. He didn’t lose a beat, didn’t alter his rhythm, riding Tim relentlessly until finally dropping down and finding that sweet spot on his neck. Otto struck quickly, biting the tender flesh and pumping harder into Tim’s ass. Rapturous sensations shot throughout Otto as his balls sent cum shooting from his dick. He moaned around the taste of Tim and blood, flesh and mate, and filled Tim with his essence.

When he finally floated down from his climax, Otto realised he was fully lying on Tim. Little strained huffs of breath slipped from Tim’s parted lips. At some point, Otto had released Tim’s neck, and twin rivulets of thin, watery blood ran from the bite. Otto laved the spot thoroughly, sucking until the bleeding stopped. He lifted off Tim and rolled to his side, bringing Tim with him.

Tim grumbled and turned until he was facing Otto. He hissed and narrowed his eyes at Otto. “My ass is gonna ache for days.”

Otto started to apologise, but Tim lurched forward and slammed his mouth over Otto’s. Otto tasted blood—his own, he knew. He’d felt his lip split, and it made his dick twitch. Tim pulled back and gave him a knowing smile.

“Just wait until it’s my turn to bring you what you need.”

Otto shivered and closed his eyes. He could hardly wait.

Chapter Fourteen

A pounding on the hotel room door woke Tim. He reached for Otto and the moment his palm touch cooling sheets he was alert and up, looking for his mate. The shower was running, which answered his question of where Otto was. Tim wound the sheet around his hips and waddled to the hotel room door. A glance out of the peephole and he saw Dane, who was almost dwarfed by the big guy behind him, Gansukh. Tim felt a pang of guilt that he hadn’t grilled Otto on Gansukh since Dane had run off with him, but Dane was an adult, and Tim didn’t think Otto would have a dangerous person for a friend, despite Gansukh’s size.

Tim unlocked the door and pulled it open. “Come in.” He turned and waddled to the small kitchen. He needed some caffeine if he was going to be coherent.

“Do you want us to wait in here while you get dressed? I think you’ve got the toga-sheet thing on wrong.”

Tim shot a glare at Dane. “Oh ha-ha. You woke me from a much needed sleep. Don’t expect special treatment just because you brought company over.” His smile was tentative when he nodded at Gansukh, who gave him an almost loopy smile back.
Somebody sure is happy.
In fact, Dane and Gansukh both looked happy. That was good—there were worse things in the world to be, and Tim wanted Dane to be happy.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. His plans for caffeine would have to wait. The shower had stopped and he had visions of Otto coming out bare assed, even if it was irrational. Otto should have heard their guests. “Help yourselves to a drink. Haven’t got anything but whatever is stocked in the fridge.” Sodas, juice, water—there should be something for them.

Tim reached the bathroom door just as it swung up. Steam hit him, heating his skin almost as much as the sight of Otto wearing nothing more than a towel. Tim looked him up and down, taking in every bead of water sliding over his skin, at least on the front. The man was sex in a tiny white towel, that was all there was to it.

“I wasn’t expecting guests.”

“Me either,” Tim muttered. His cock was already half hard just from the visual display of sleek muscles. “But we’ve got company, and I need to get dressed too.”

Otto touched the sheet. “We could fix you up with this—”

Tim snorted and slapped his hand away. “I don’t think so. Hang on, I’ll grab our clothes and we can get dressed. I need to dispense with the morning—” Tom checked himself. “Evening breath, whatever. What time is it?”

“It was almost seven when I woke up. We need to eat, and Naran sent a message saying Ochir is recovering but still not able to even look at a man or hear one’s voice without panicking. She is planning on seeing if he can talk to her about the man who took him tomorrow.”

Tim had to press a hand to his stomach as he looked at their bags. “What do the police say?”

He could almost hear Otto shrug as he felt his agitation through their bond. “Not much. Ochir wouldn’t speak to the male officers, and the female one didn’t seem to care much about an orphaned child. She implied, according to Naran, that Ochir had been caught stealing from someone and got beaten for it. Naran intends to file complaints with everyone she can. She hasn’t texted anything more since then. I think she was preparing to take on the hospital over their visiting hours.”

“Naran will be a good person to have on Ochir’s side.” She reminded Tim of his own mother, fierce and protective, a leopardess guarding her cubs. He had no doubt Naran would tear down the city if that was what it took to keep Ochir safe. “You know, maybe it would be a good idea for Naran to take Ochir away from here. I don’t know what the options are, but as far away as they could get. I really don’t trust the fucker who hurt Ochir not to come back for him.” He pulled out clothes for Otto and tossed them to him.

“Why would he do that? He left Ochir for us to find.”

Tim grabbed underwear and jeans, a faded button up shirt and socks. He answered as he began to dress. “It’s a power thing, I think. He gave us Ochir, and he took away your home, and everything in it. There’s…” Tim shook his head at the idea springing up unbidden.

“What?” Otto sat on the bed beside where Tim was standing. He touched Tim’s hand as he snapped the elastic around his waist. His dark eyes pulled at Tim, freeing the thought just shaping in Tim’s mind.

“There’s always the possibility whoever this is knows about us, about shifters.” Tim fought against a shiver and a roll of fear he refused to acknowledge. “Maybe he hates us for being different, maybe he’s jealous, or maybe he wants to use what we are and exploit us.”

“Maybe.” Otto’s expression became softer as he got a far-off look in his eyes. “Or maybe he suspects.” He huffed and continued dressing, as did Tim. “Fuck, maybe he’s just the sick bastard I thought him to be in the first place. He could just be getting lucky with the evading me part. He could be aware of the fact that he stinks.”

“I don’t think so,” Tim said without giving it a thought. “The odour is there, yes, but it’s subtle, like…” He struggled with how to explain it. Even getting the gist of it in his head was hard. “Like something rotting from the inside out, you know?” he settled on. “It’s as if the smell leaks from his pores in minute amounts, but you just know inside he’s one nasty fucker.”

Tim buttoned his shirt up and faced Otto, who was watching him with a perplexed look.

“You think maybe we can smell evil?”

Otto’s question flummoxed Tim and he stuttered for a second before he hitched a shoulder. “I don’t know, but I doubt it. It really does seem to me that something is wrong with the man, something physical.”

“Okay, you’ve got as good a theory as any right now.” Otto stood and held a hand out to him. “Let’s go see how my attempt at matchmaking went.”

Tim rolled his eyes but took Otto’s hand. Otto hadn’t had anything to do with hooking Dane and Gansukh up, but even so, Tim wasn’t going to pop his bubble, especially not when Otto looked so pleased with himself when they walked into the kitchen to find Gansukh with Dane bent over one arm, kissing the stuffing out of the man.