Page 18 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

SEVENTEEN

Cin’s spine tingled as magic buzzed through the air. He peered over his shoulder at his mate and gasped. Tor had changed to his half drakonid form.

“You are stunning, Alpha.” Cin breathed out, in awe.

Tor was bulkier in this form, completely covered in his scales.

His face had shifted, his nose turning into more of a snout, the space between his eyes widened, their shape more elongated.

Horns had grown thicker and longer. Hands tipped with talons, and a tail lashed behind him, dual wings spread wide and blocking the light of the fire.

The fae wanted to lick every inch of him, Tor gleamed with beauty.

Letting his gaze meander down the drakonid’s form to the juncture of his thighs, Cin’s hole pounded with need and desire.

Fuck buckets my mate is huge . Cin had understood when Tor had described his cocks in this form but actually seeing them jutting out of a wet slit made it so much better. Glad for that practice.

“You like the way I look, little one?” Tor’s voice was raspy, more creature than man and Cin glimpsed a long tongue poking out of sharp teeth as he spoke.

“Fuck yes.” Cin shifted his hips back, pleading without words to be mounted and taken. Using the hand still covered in oil as well as Cin’s own wetness, Tor stroked each cock separately.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you, Jascinto.” The drakonid growled, eyes prowling every inch of the fae.

“Stop waiting, I’m right here.” Turning forward, Cin buried his face in the pillow smelling of his Alpha. He arched his back, presenting his stretched holes. “Claim me, Tor.”

Tor snarled, a shudder racing down Cin’s spine at the sound. His front hole leaked along his thighs, dick throbbing in time with his heart. Need and excitement flooded him, growing between their bond as they shared their emotions.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Tor’s hands settled on the fae’s hips, his thumbs reaching down to spread his cheeks. Talons pricked Cin’s skin, the bite making him moan.

“I promise. Fill me.” Cin demanded. The drakonid took him at his word, thank fuck. Both cock heads settled against his holes, warm and imposing. Cin trembled, his magic coiling inside of him, yelling mate mate mate. The fae attempted to push back.

Tor rumbled, fingers flexing where he held. “Be still, little one.”

“I can’t. I’m so empty without you.” Tears pricked his eyes, the feelings overwhelming him in the best of ways. One of Tor’s hands settled on his neck, pressing him into the pillows.

“I’m here.” Finally, the drakonid moved.

Both cocks pushed forward in tandem, their heads popping in with a grunt from Cin.

Sweat coated his skin, his breath trembling in his lungs.

“That’s it, my little bee. Good boy.” Creature-like, feral with pleasure, his tone sent a moan and a shudder cascading through Cin’s body.

“Faster!” His mate held him down by the neck and hip so tightly he had no room to do anything but take what he was given.

Letting out a loud snarl, Tor’s cocks slid deep, they didn’t stop until his scaled pelvis cupped Cin’s backside. Tor leaned forward, bracing himself on the bed above Cin with his forearms, panting.

“Full.” Cin slurred, squeezing the muscles in both holes just to hear Tor’s breath hitch and drag a moan from him.

“So full, mate.” Tugging his hips back, Tor snapped forward filling Cin in a rapid motion.

“Oh my fuck!” Cin yelled, wrapping his hands around Tor’s large wrists above his head to anchor himself.

“Is this what you wanted, little one? To be full of my cocks?” He pulled out slowly, thrusting forward again with a snap. The drakonid ducked his head, his tongue licking up the side of Cin’s neck.

“Yes. Don’t stop.” Cin begged.

“Never.” Tor grunted, shifting his massive thighs.

His thrusts took on a steady and deep pace, pulling out until the ridge around his cock heads pulled at both entrances before pushing back in and bottoming out.

“I can’t believe you’re taking me, Jascinto.

Both my cocks inside of you, filling your holes.

Stretching you so deep. Can you feel me in your stomach, little one? ”

Tor’s words were just as dirty as the way he moved his hips. Cin gasped and moaned, speechless from pleasure. He had never imagined being so full, but everything about it was perfect. The thick ridge around the heads, the smooth scales bumping and grazing his inner walls.

Moving one hand beneath his body, Cin rested it on his stomach, the tip of his aching cock knocking into his knuckles. Tor plunged his cocks in, his pace deep and bruising to Cin’s backside.

“Oh, Tor. Shit, fucksticks!” He shouted, because he could feel exactly what Tor had described.

Cupping his lower stomach, when his mate surged both cocks inside of him, he felt them moving.

The cock heads pushing up past his hand and the shafts ran along his palm.

So obscene, Cin rapidly sped toward his orgasm.

“Coming. I’m coming.” Cin yelled, squeezing his hand, hoping his mate could feel it from the inside. The fae’s release roared through him, his muscles contracting.

“Yes. Come on my cocks, little bee. Massage me from the outside. That’s it, Jascinto.” His mate’s words kept the orgasm going, fluid squirting from his front hole. Thighs and bed soaked beneath him, Cin panted, trying to catch his breath. His body continued to shake, both holes so sensitive.

“Mate, mate, mate.” Cin chanted, gathering his strength to press up onto his hands and knees.

He braced himself, Tor’s hips picking up their pace.

The fae tipped his head back against the drakonid’s chest, his mate’s snout-like nose bumping his own.

Cin opened his mouth to accept Tor’s tongue when it asked for entrance.

He sucked and licked at it, moaning. “Claim me.” Cin groaned when Tor allowed him air.

He didn’t know what Tor had to do on his side to complete the bond, but the fae’s magic yelled at him. His magic wanted to bind them forever . Cin’s instincts told him their top predator mate had to do his side first.

“Hands around my neck, little bee.” Tor slouched to allow Cin’s arms to reach.

He locked his hands together behind the drakonid’s neck, holding fast. The drakonid pulled him back, Cin resting on his massive thighs, spread along his mate’s chest. Tor’s taloned hands circled his waist, and he lifted and dropped Cin onto his cocks, fucking into him even deeper than before with the new angle.

“I’m going to knot you and then bite you, Jascinto. You’ll be mine. Forever .” Tor’s chest rumbled at his back, Cin’s wings twitching where scales rubbed against their sensitive nerves.

“Do it. Fuck, Tor. I need it.”

Tor growled, yanking Cin’s body down. He ground his cocks into the fae’s small body, his stretched holes rippling around their lengths. Cin wanted to reach down and fist his own dick but he held onto his mate, eager for what came next.

Both cocks flexed inside of him, Cin watched the motion where they protruded from his small stomach. “Knot me, knot me. Mate, claim now.” He chanted, gasping.

Tor groaned low and long, his hips stilling before the base of both cocks pulsed hard and then expanded. They pushed against his soft insides, plugging him up so Tor’s seed couldn’t escape.

“Nock!” Cin shouted. The knots kept growing, stretching him. His magic rapidly compensated for the girth, keeping both holes tight, but pliable enough to widen with the bulk. “Oh fuck. It’s so much.” He choked on a sob, wanting to come, so close it hurt.

Tor grunted behind him, shifting a hand to press his hot palm against Cin’s cock. Cin humped against it in small motions, his movements limited by the pull of his mate’s knots. “Yes, Jascinto. Use me.” Tor moaned, “Mine.” His cocks twitched and then the drakonid was coming.

Spurt after spurt, warm seed filled both holes. Tor pushed his palm harder against Cin’s dick, sending the fae into his own release. His muscles squeezed, pulling even more seed from his mate.

Shock, pain, pleasure. It all coiled into one feeling of home as Tor dipped his snout down, sniffing at Cin’s throat before striking. Around his shoulder, from collar bone to back, Tor sunk his sharp drakonid teeth into his mate.

Home. Mine. Stone. Fire. Warmth. Mate.

Cin let out a scream, his body thrown directly into another orgasm. He bucked and writhed, held in place by Tor’s grip and his massive knots.