Book 1 of the Arrowtown Series by Lisa Oliver
A Tiger’s Tale
Arrowtown Series #1
(M/M, Shifters, true mate, MPREG, HEA)
Seth Carmichael never did anything wrong, but instead of working at the local library, he was running for his life. His herd was hunting him and with few resources, Seth’s options were fading fast. Until, that is, he heard the rumble of a motorcycle. Peeking through the tree he was hiding in, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Had salvation come in the form of a badass biker?
Ra (no last name and proud of it) was a tiger on a mission. He’d scented his mate and then the little rabbit ran away before his teeth could engage. Ra heard the gossip around Arrowtown; he knew his mate was a hunted man. But if the sweet man was on the run, he needed someone to look after him; Ra figured he was the right man for the job.
A meeting, a mating and yet another meeting. What should have been a straight forward relationship turned into so much more on their very first outing as a mated couple. Now Ra has to count on the strength of his mate and the help of his friends, if he and Seth are ever to have the HEA they’d planned for. And what was with all these Fae turning up out of the blue?
Warning: Contains a tiger who keeps putting his foot in it; a tiny lop-eared rabbit who is stronger than he looks and a bunch of friends who’ll hide a body, no questions asked
“We have to talk.” Ra stayed by the bedroom door, his arms crossed, his features firm. He was not going to be swayed by Seth’s gorgeous body, sprawled out among his pillows. He was not going to be tempted by that slender cock hardening under his gaze. Nope. Seth said good relationships came from communicating and he had things he had to say.
“Can’t you at least cuddle me while you lecture me?” Seth asked and oh, those blue eyes of his were so soft and warm and….
“Properly talk,” Ra held himself back through sheer force of will. “You said we needed to communicate. If I get on that bed, then you’ll kiss me and your arms will be around me….” Fuck this is harder than I thought it would be. Because Ra could see it in his mind’s eye, could already feel Seth’s lithe body draped over his and damn, his cock tried to point out it’d been a long day.
“I don’t think you were very fair to me with this whole Simpson affair,” he continued, ignoring his persistent body part. “You lied by omission, you deliberately set out to divert my attention every time I mentioned your attack. You clouded my brain with sex those few times I tried to have a meaningful conversation with you, and that’s not the way to treat a true mate. You should’ve talked to me; been honest with me.”
A kaleidoscope of emotions flew across Seth’s face. Hurt, Ra could recognize, and anger, but there was a myriad of others that passed too fast for Ra to identify. Settling for nothing more than a bland mask, Seth grabbed his robe from the edge of the bed and slipped it over his shoulders. “What do you suggest I do about it?” He said, tying the belt roughly around his middle and crossing his arms.
“Er….” Ra hadn’t got that far in his thinking process. In his head, he’d firmly state the ways he felt he’d been mistreated, Seth would say sorry and promise never to do it again and then they’d fall into bed together and exchange bodily fluids. Seth wasn’t following the script. “Well,” he huffed. “I’m very hurt that you don’t trust me. You didn’t know for sure my tiger would hunt down Simpson and Gareth if I knew they were the attackers.”
Seth snorted. Ra decided to try a different tact. “Using sex as a means of shutting me up and stopping me thinking about important matters such as your safety is underhanded.”
“Oh.” Ra didn’t like the tone of that single syllable one bit. “So, are you saying you haven’t liked the sex we’ve been having? Did you touch me under duress, did you feel forced in any way?”
Ra frowned. “No, of course not. I want you all the time and I loved every minute of it.”
“So, what’s the problem?” Seth arched an eyebrow and damn, that look was sexy too.
“Everything,” Ra shouted, unsure when exactly he’d lost control of the conversation, but knowing he had. “On Thursday I asked who your attackers were and you kissed me. Friday, I asked if someone had got in touch regarding the town meeting. I got a blowjob. Last night, I knew something was bothering you and yet before I had a chance to say a word I had my mouth filled with steak, followed by your cock. Every time I ask you if you’re okay, you pull out the lube.”
“You poor, poor tiger,” Seth examined his fingernails. “Must be terrible to have such an oversexed mate.”
“I hope you’re watching little bunny,” Ra whispered as he hit the play button. Sultry music filled the air as Ra started to move. He loved to dance and he could feel his cat rumbling as he swayed slowly to the beat, remembering to wiggle his hips because his ass was one of his best features. He tilted his head back and saw a flash of white hair in the tree above. Got you, he thought. Oh yeah, this was going to be so easy.
Turning his back on where Seth was hiding, Ra slowly pulled up his t-shirt, teasing the hem against his skin. Up and down; will he, won’t he? Oh, Ra fully intended to be naked with his mate before the day was done, but for now, he indulged his cat’s desire to tease.
The shirt finally gone, draped across his bike seat, Ra toed off his boots. The combination of music and the delicate hints of his mate’s scent were making him horny. He ran his hands up and down his torso, and then remembered Seth couldn’t see him from that direction, so turned and did it all over again. He had nothing to be ashamed of. His tan shone with a light sweat from the sun and his muscles rippled as he moved.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered, his head thrown back, his hair falling over his shoulders. If his friends could see him now he’d be teased for a month, but Ra was at his wit’s end. He grabbed his cock through his jeans and moaned louder. He swore he could hear a squeak coming from the leaves and he rubbed hard against his crotch before using the same hand to slip under his waistband.
“Feels so good.” Ra’s fingers slid over the moistness of his crown. He pulled his fingers out from his jeans and sucked them clean.
Was that a moan? Gods, I hope so. He noisily slurped his fingers, fucking his mouth and with his other hand, he flicked the button on his jeans. His zipper gave way easily under the pressure from his cock and it was his turn to moan as his cock found its freedom.
Leaning back on his bike seat, he grabbed his dick with one hand and his balls with the other. Seth’s scent was stronger. Either he was moving closer or he was aroused. Or both. Ra concentrated on pleasuring himself. His fondest dream filled his mind’s eye. Seth lying surrounded by the pillows on his bed; his pale skin shining among the bright colors, his cock tap dancing on his stomach. Ra groaned, really getting into his fantasy now. His cock leaked and his balls ached.
It’d been two weeks since he’d first seen his little mate. Scented that one shifter made just for him. Two weeks since he’d jumped out at Seth and made to grab him and the little guy ran. Liam and Lucien laughed at him for letting him get away. Well, not this time. The leaves above his head trembled and Ra pulled on his cock; obscene noises falling from his mouth. Gods, he wanted this, wanted Seth. He could feel his orgasm building, his ass muscles tightening. He tugged harder, rolling his balls with his other hand. He was going to do it. He was going to come when suddenly the rustle in the trees got louder and a sprawling figure headed for the ground.
“Seth!” Ra grabbed for him, thanking the Fates for his quick reflexes. “Gotcha!” He smirked at the shocked look on the man’s pretty face. “Well, that worked better than expected.”