That grasp on his tie may as well have been Tim holding a live wire to his throat for all that it did to him. He froze, tense all over, as that intense need washed over him in demanding, shivering waves. Like the dam he'd built finally broke and there was no holding it back. So when Tim leaned in, Raylan's hand shot up. Instinctively. Grabbing a fistful of the man's hair and dragging his head to the side. Exposing the side of his throat.

"I told you to get," he said, though his tone wasn't nearly as aggressive as he'd wanted it to be. It sounded breathy, and dripping with desire. A voice meant for the bedroom, not an argument.

He found himself leaning closer. Inhaling deeply. But before his lips could touch skin, he turned his face away, lips and eyes forced shut. But he turned closer to Tim's face instead of away from the man entirely. So when he opened his eyes again, Tim would see what they'd become. Flushed dark and red, violent and monstrous. He forced the words through his teeth, fangs visible, trying to force as much anger as he could. "You stupid asshole." The hand in Tim's hair was trembling.