Page 6 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

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The hard floor at his back and the release of talons around his body jolted Cin to full alertness. As the haze of mate scent cleared, the fae scurried to his feet, his wings ready to take flight. Cin’s gaze darted around the space.

Stupid fae getting cum drunk from your mate. Now where the hell am I? Cin admonished himself, he should have taken his chance to escape in the forest. He’d been brought to a building that would be much harder to break free from.

They stood on a stone balcony, the sky dark and shimmering with stars overhead.

The flight must not have been long, Cin could still feel the satisfying bump under his shirt from their ill advised forest escapades.

The drakonid rumbled at him, still in full form.

This close, Cin truly felt like the bug he’d been called.

The drakonid walked forward, pushing Cin to stumble back through an open door and into a bedroom.

The room was…opulent. Rich. Decadent. Powerful .

The windowed walls were set with dark stone, interior walls were made with a smooth plaster.

The floors gleamed with black wood, decorated with furs and carpets.

The roaring fireplace gave off warmth but not the heat he expected, the hearth was taller than the fae.

The largest bed Cin had ever seen stood across from the fireplace. Could it fit the drakonid in his full form? The fae knew he’d get lost in its many blankets. A sitting area was to the side, shelves of books and trinkets covered the walls. Several wooden, closed doors caught the fae’s eyes.

Am I faster than a drakonid if I’m flying? He certainly hadn’t been on two legs. Could Cin fly out through the open balcony and get away? His eyes darted that way before looking back at his mate, who had shifted back to the mostly human looking two legged version.

The drakonid pulled on a pair of sleeping pants that didn’t hide much of the rod, still hard and pointing directly at Cin, despite the fact that the fae continued to taste the man’s seed on his tongue.

It might have been the singular best orgasm of his life but the man had purchased him at a fucking illegal auction!

“Let me get healing salve.” The drakonid frowned down at the fae’s wrists. He didn’t need it, his wrists were fully healed but Cin didn’t protest as the man took a step away. Flapping his wings, Cin dashed toward the balcony and freedom before the thought fully formed.

Yes, I can do it!

“Fucking shit!” Cin screamed as his leg jerked, hip joint painfully pulling from the pressure.

Fanning his wings frantically, Cin tried to escape.

No use. The fingers wrapped around his ankle had a firm hold.

Refusing to give up his height advantage, Cin peered over his shoulder at the drakonid who looked at him with sadness and frustration.

“Still you try to flee?”

“Why the fuck wouldn’t I? I wasn’t up on that stage willingly, you dicknose!” Cin crossed his arms over his chest. “And the forest…it won’t happen again,”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m not telling you.” Cin sneered. “You might be my mate but you still bought me at an auction!” Cin shouted, ready to take off again, even if the drakonid gave chase.

His heart ached. This can’t be real, can it?

Finally meeting his mate and simultaneously finding out the man was a horrible, no-good-bastard?

Cin could forgive a lot of morally gray things.

Murder in the name of justice… assholery because people were dickholes?

Sure, no problem. But willingly purchasing another creature?

No. Fuck that.

He had to get out of here before the smell of his mate compelled him to do something stupid, again.

“Let me leave. If you care for me as your mate, you’ll let me go.” Cin pleaded, his wings slowing their movement until he once again stood on solid ground. The drakonid let go, not even moving to stand between Cin and the balcony, merely gazing at his mate with sadness.

“No.”

Stunned by the sudden and decisive answer, Cin watched as the man took several deep breaths to get himself under control. “Please,” The man spoke quietly, “Don’t leave. Give me…let me…I’m not that person.”

“That’s what they all say.” Cin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“Give me a chance to prove it to you. Please. I won’t touch you, or pressure you. You are my fated and…as a drakonid, that’s something I’m willing to fight for, however long it takes.”

Cin hesitated. Should I? His magic thrummed loudly in his veins, begging to reach out to the drakonid but Cin held it back.

He knew letting it out would deepen the bond between them and he couldn’t have that.

Not yet. Maybe not ever. The blow job and the drakonid’s seed still rounding his belly had already connected them deeply. His magic pulsed, encouraging Cin.

“If I still don’t trust you, will you help me get home?” A long shot, anything the drakonid said could be a lie.

“To the Flowering Fields?” The drakonid tilted his head, naming Cin’s home realm.

Cin nodded.

“Yes.” The man paused, rubbing at his chest as if the words physically hurt to speak aloud, “I have a magic user who is skilled at portals.”

“You have a magic user?” Cin raised his eyebrows at the word choice.

“No…I…He’s…” The man growled, running his hand through his hair. “He’s under my command but I do not own him.”

Cin wasn’t totally sure what that meant but decided to ignore it. Still wary, and scared. He wanted to go home. But the damn drakonid was his mate. Cin couldn’t ignore that. “Fine. Twelve hours.”

“Starting now? You…it’s the middle of the night, how am I to prove myself to you right now?”

“Not my problem.” Cin shrugged and stood waiting for the man to decide his next move.

The drakonid stared at the floor, lost in thought for several minutes before he lifted his gaze to meet the fae’s again. “First, do you need any food or water? Healing?”

“Food and water would be good. My wrists are fine.” He showed the drakonid his healed wrists.

“Good. Take a seat. I’ll be right back.” He gestured to the sitting area, then left without waiting for a reply.

Cin stood for a moment. He had his magic back, he wasn’t chained. A breeze blew through the balcony doors, ruffling his yellow hair, tempting him. I could leave. Fly. Be gone.

Surprisingly, Cin found himself settling down in one of the chairs, his wings tucked securely at his back.

He curled up and let out a soft sound. The chairs were as decadent to sit in as they were to look at.

Granted, his last seat had been the dirty floor of a locked cell so the comparison might be slightly skewed.