Page 4 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)
FOUR
Tor’s beast roared in his head when his little bee took off into the woods.
Mine. Mine. Mine…
Growling, he didn’t give chase like the fae probably anticipated.
He wouldn’t be able to get far enough away to escape Tor no matter what form the drakonid took.
The drakonid knew some creatures needed longer than others to recognize their fated, but Tor had expected the fae to know who they were to each other by now.
Tor had walked for almost an hour in the woods, until he was sure they hadn’t been followed.
His little bee smelled and sounded angry and annoyed, not frightened.
After setting his fated down in the open field, Tor noticed the cuffs locked on his wrists.
They must have been spelled to keep his magic at bay which blocked the fae from sensing their bond.
An easy enough fix for the drakonid, with the ability to break and counteract spells in his full form.
Without much more thought, Tor had begun to undress.
Listening to his fated run, Tor realized how that probably looked to the tiny thing he’d just purchased from an illegal trafficking ring.
Grumbling at his stupidity, Tor finished undressing, burned his clothes to ash, and kicked the remains into a pile of dirt.
A slight tug on the magic within him and Tor transformed into his full drakonid form.
He’d been told by those who had seen him change that the air around him distorted and made one’s eyes hurt.
The change was fairly instantaneous, partially due to him being a drakonid and partially due to his age.
He didn’t spend as much time as he wanted in his full drakonid form, his favorite of the three.
Too large for daily life, unfortunately, at close to twenty feet from snout to tail tip, He sprouted four wings, just like my little bee , and as he leapt from the open field into the sky he stretched them wide, muscles sighing in relief.
Mine. Mine. Mine
Now.
Go.
Tor let his senses expand. Within the forest, all living creatures had gone silent. Lucky for them, there would be no hunt that night, but most creatures and sentient plants sensed drakonids as top predator, especially in his beast form and acted as the prey they were.
That way.
Go.
Fated.
His little bee had made it farther than Tor expected, but still well within his range.
He noticed the fae wasn’t flying so those damned cuffs were blocking his flight abilities as well.
Tor cursed himself for not realizing sooner.
The cuffs must be hurting the poor fae. Giving himself a shake, Tor flexed his wings and flew.
He heard the fae trip and swear to themselves, their voice loud in the quiet surroundings. Tor opened his wide jaws and let out a roaring call. A sacred drakonid call to one’s fated. For as rare as his kind had become, meeting their fated was even more unlikely.
His little bee had fallen into another open area of the forest, this one with a small pond.
Tor circled the area twice, eyes watching the fae who stood unmoving just outside the tree line.
Tor’s cocks were tucked away while in drakonid form but they ached like nothing he’d experienced before.
Desperate to bond with his fated, his beast wanted to let them slide out.
The sooner Tor got his little bee home, the better.
Hoping the fae would stay still while he landed, Tor started his descent. He didn’t want to traumatize his fated more. He would explain who they were to each other before he grabbed the fae in his talons and flew them home.
The fae’s heartbeat accelerated at his descent. Will my little bee ever forgive me for buying them?