Page 5 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

FIVE

Run, you knuckle fuck.

Cin ignored his inner voice telling him to flee. His magic couldn’t respond and even without the cuffs, he couldn’t do much. The drakonid flew toward him, his body shimmering with magic during its descent. By the time the feet of the beast touched ground, he looked humanoid again.

Undoubtedly the same man who had purchased him, even with apparent differences.

At least seven feet if not taller, and obviously not a demon .

Dark maroon skin, scales in lighter reds covered his most vulnerable body parts, black horns jutted out from his hairline near his temples.

The eyes were the same, gold and red swirling color, with a vertical pupil.

Ancient, rare predators like the drakonid were talked about in terrified whispers during his school days. Cin should have felt more frightened than he did.

“May I approach? I’d like to remove your cuffs.” The voice hadn’t changed. While the drakonid had asked permission and stood waiting for the fae to answer, Cin didn’t trust him. Certainly not with the monster of an erection pointing his way.

“Apologies for…” The man gestured to his own dick with a slight grimace.

A muscle in the fae’s jaw ticked as he considered his options. He could run, again, and try to hide. But the drakonid had already proven his tracking abilities. Hoping with his magic free, Cin would have an opportunity to escape, he decided to agree. “Remove the cuffs then step away.”

“Of course.” The man stepped closer to kneel in front of Cin, their faces just about level. Cin averted his gaze, not wanting to stare into those magical eyes, that devastatingly handsome face.

What is this asshole’s game plan? Cin offered up his wrists. Rubbed raw, they burned, and the block to his magic was an annoying itch he couldn’t scratch.

Looking at the deep dark of the pond, Cin felt the shimmer of magic as the man changed one hand to his talons.

Glancing back, the fae watched as he raised his shifted hand and cleanly sliced the bands.

Magic sparked as they opened with a clank, chains thudding to the ground.

Cin’s exposed wrists were red and bruised.

Instant relief at their removed weight, Cin knew he would heal quickly with them off. His wings fluttered fast behind him, eager to lift up, instead he took a step back from the kneeling predator.

“Please don’t run. Smell me, little bee.

” The drakonid stood and Cin was grateful for the distance put between them.

He was huge. Everywhere. Tall, wide, muscular.

Cin was tiny, short and petite, with few muscles on his frame.

A vulnerable little fae in a realm not his own, with no proper control of his own magic, and no way to contact his family.

Fucksticks .

“Smell…” Cin instinctively did as the drakonid suggested. Inhaling, he allowed the scents of the forest to overwhelm him. Animals and plants he couldn’t name, water from the pond. Fresh cut wood, stone, fire. Warmth.

Home.

Mate.

“Mate?” Cin blinked rapidly, his wings slowing.

“Fated.” The drakonid growled, taking a halting step closer, unsure of his welcome.

Cin didn’t move as the man invaded his space.

He reached toward Cin’s face, heat radiated from his hand before it touched Cin.

Fae magic responded with a twirling burst of green as his mate gently rubbed his cheek with a thumb. “Mine .”

Eyes closing, tension eased from Cin’s muscles, while desire pooled heavy in his groin.

Mate .

Grasping the man’s forearm, Cin pulled his wrist to his nose. Inhaling deeper, he took the scent directly from the man. Home. Mine. Stone. Fire. Warmth.

“Lay down.” Cin commanded, sweat forming on his brow.

His hands shook, need coursing through his body.

The fae understood the mate bond compelled him, made him feel so intensely for this predator in front of him.

He couldn’t make it stop, didn’t want to make it stop if he was truly honest. If I control this, I’ll be safe.

Get my jollies and then fly the fuck outta here.

The man might be his mate but he had also purchased him. No way was Cin sticking around to find out anything beyond how the drakonid’s dick tasted. This asshat doesn’t deserve to know anything about what’s under my clothes.

The drakonid listened readily, lying in the mossy grass, his chest heaving. “Little bee I?—”

“No talking. Hands above your head.” Cin knelt, spreading the man’s legs to settle between them.

The drakonid groaned, clasping his hands beneath his head as instructed, the vertical slits of his pupils dilating.

Cin ached, wetness pooling from his front hole.

He wanted to get naked with this man, let him impale the fae with his cock, fuck him, claim him.

No.

Suck his cock, come your brains out, then fly the fuck away.

Cin repeated the plan to himself, bracing one hand in the moss, the other wrapped around the drakonid’s warm shaft.

It twitched in his hand, pre-cum slicking the way.

Cin lay on his stomach, the smell of mate and desire clogged his nose, this close to the drakonid’s body no other scents permeated the haze.

The drakonid whimpered when Cin licked from the bottom of his shaft to the tip. Cin had never wanted to suck a dick and drink down someone’s seed so badly before. He felt depraved. He liked it.

“Fuck.” Cin moaned to himself, opening wide to suckle at the head. Cin happily swallowed the long burst of pre-cum he was gifted.

Humming around the head, Cin suckled and bobbed up and down just an inch or two. Not a fan of gagging and between his own small size and the excessive size of his mate, the fae would not be taking more in his mouth. He stroked from base to crown, pre-cum and spit smoothing the glide.

“Your mouth feels so good, little bee.” The drakonid moaned, his hips twitching in an aborted thrust.

“No talking.” Cin pulled off to scowl at the man. The drakonid’s face flushed golden on top of his red skin, his mouth open, panting, eyes focused solely on Cin. “And don’t choke me.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll be good, please don’t stop.” The drakonid begged, muscles in his arms straining, forcing himself still.

“I need to taste your cum.” The fae took the pulsing dick back into his mouth and the drakonid cursed loudly then silenced himself.

Cin slipped a free hand into his own pants. He couldn’t insert any fingers or jack himself off but pressing his dick against the flat of his palm gave himself something solid and warm to hump. Drool and pre-cum spilled from his mouth as he licked the crown of his mate’s cock.

His magic hummed, his wings fluttering at his back.

Cin's dick was hard and ready, orgasm close. Tonguing at the slit of his mate’s cock, before bobbing up and down shallowly, earned deep moans from above.

The fae couldn’t decide if the aborted sounds his mate held back or the taste was better.

He didn’t know how he would live without either but the fae reminded himself this was a one time thing.

Squeezing tighter, Cin sped up his motions. His own hips moved erratically to grind against his hand. Moans and whimpers left his mouth.

“I’m coming. Fuck, little bee. I’m coming!” The drakonid growled through gritted teeth. Cin wasn’t pulling off, craving the seed from his mate. He wanted it all. Keeping just the head in his mouth, he suckled and flicked his tongue in and out of the slit. In his hand, his dick twitched and swelled.

The first spurt of cum on his tongue set off Cin’s own release. His insides contracted rhythmically while he swallowed down spurt after spurt of release from the drakonid. Cin massaged the cock, helping his mate through his orgasm.

The fae shuddered and moaned as his own release came to an end. Still, the drakonid came and came into his mouth. Each spurt was long and hard, shooting against the back of his throat. Cin swallowed automatically, tasting mate mate mate. He couldn’t get enough.

He had no concept of how long he laid there drinking down his mate’s spend.

“Last one, little bee.” The drakonid grunted above him, one more small spurt bursting onto his tongue. The shaft remained rigid in his hand, but the release finally stopped. The fae continued to suckle at the head, tonguing it to get every drop.

“That’s enough, my fated.”

Cin’s eyes opened slightly before fading shut again. Lips swollen, he allowed the man to remove his mouth from his shaft.

“Mate.” He mumbled while the world tipped, magic swirled, and Cin felt himself grasped tight by large talons. His hands moved to cup his belly as the world swayed around him.

Cin couldn’t put his thoughts in order. His stomach bulged out. Bloated, swollen with the seed of his mate. The fae allowed himself to drift, belly warm and full, surrounded by the scent of home and safety .