Page 9 of Convincing His Little Bee (K!nktober #2)

NINE

Watching his fated flit around the garden was healing in a way Tor hadn’t realized he’d needed. The fae bounded around, sometimes flying, other times skipping or hopping from plant to flower. Always sniffing and touching everything.

As a drakonid, Tor wasn’t good with plants, but he had spent the last half a century painstakingly perfecting the garden space Jascinto now explored.

Different flowers, so there were blooms all year round.

Trees for shade, areas to sit and relax, places for kids to play.

It had been an itch under his skin that his closest pack mates had needled him about year after year.

Tor jolted with a new realization as he stepped up next to Jascinto where he lay peering into the pond.

My fated. My little bee. Tor created the garden for him . The magic of the fates knew the pollinator fae would come into his life someday. Fate told him to make his home worthy, to make his home comfortable to a fated who came from so very far away.

To be honest, Tor had given up hope on having a fated or children of his own hundreds of years ago.

He loved doting on the children of his pack, and had a few close friends for companionship.

But fated ones for drakonids were rare. And drakonid young could only be born from a fully bonded pair.

Even so, he would never push that on his little bee.

If the fae didn’t want children, Tor didn’t need that.

Teasing the fae about the creature in the pond made him laugh, lightness swirling in his belly as Jascinto stomped away to continue his exploration.

When the fae took off higher in the air on his wings, Tor wasn’t worried.

He watched in awe at the control the fae had as the man swooped and swirled above the wildflower field. Tor’s beast rumbled happily.

Jascinto laughed as he swept low, tumbling head over legs and finally coming to a stop amid the flowers. Being so small, surrounded by such tall flowers meant Tor could only see the depression in the field where the fae landed, but not the fae himself.

Making his way through the flowers after Jascinto, Tor hoped the interactions with his pack that night had helped win him favor.

The fae had every right to be wary of the drakonid after the way they had met.

As much as the rejection hurt, Tor was proud his little bee was being cautious.

Stopping a foot away from the fae, Tor peered at him.

Jascinto gazed up at the dark red sky, hands caressing the flowers around himself absentmindedly. His cheeks flushed from his joy; a small smile graced his face. He took Tor’s breath away.

“Little bee…you are everything.” Tor said softly, not wishing to disrupt the moment.

The drakonid didn’t have better words to express his great joy at having found the man.

Even if he decided to leave Tor, he would forever cherish the moments they had together.

He would be grateful the fae had allowed him to watch as he played and explored in the gardens Tor created just for him.

Jascinto gasped softly, his gaze moving from the unfamiliar sky to focus on Tor. He wet his lower lip, his hands coming to rest on his stomach. “I…I think…” Tor waited patiently as the fae gathered his thoughts. “This feels like home .”

Tor’s heart cracked open at the whispered words. He settled himself in the flowers next to Jascinto, leaving several feet of space between them. “I made this garden for you, Jascinto.”

“What do you mean?” The fae sat up, flowers and leaves stuck in his hair.

“I’ve spent the last fifty years working with Hacken, my head gardener, to make this space.” Tor gestured around them. “Fate knew you would come to me someday, and my inner magic knew you would need to feel at home.”

“That’s…” Jascinto’s words petered off, looking around at the gardens. The path, the pond, the play area. Tor made it all for him.

Jascinto rose from his spot in the flowers and fluttered over, landing perfectly in Tor’s lap. The drakonid kept his hands firmly planted on the ground, his gaze focused on the fae’s eyes. The amber-yellow color hypnotized him, Tor never wanted to look away.

“Torranock.” Jascinto whispered, raising a hand and brushing it along Tor’s cheek then down his neck covered in soft scales. The warm touch had Tor’s cock rock hard in seconds, a shudder running down his spine. “There’s so much you need to tell me.”

“Anything. Everything. Ask.” Tor’s hands twitched in the dirt, inner beast roaring in his head to touch his fated. So close. Warmth spread to Tor from the fae’s body against his still bare chest. Nothing had ever felt more right in all his years.

“Touch me.” The quiet words were confident but Tor had to confirm he heard the little fae correctly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Jascinto replied, his voice louder.

The fae’s demands turned the drakonid on immensely.

Tor would readily let his fated tie him down or make him kneel at his feet.

Hands trembling, he brought them to grasp Jascinto’s waist. A quiet groan escaped his mouth when they made contact with the fae’s skin beneath his shirt. Soft, warm, smooth.

“If you ask it of me, I will stop. Anytime, no matter what. I’ll always listen.” Tor promised, still not taking his eyes off the man’s face. A smile blossomed there and Jascinto settled both hands on Tor’s shoulders, keeping himself steady.

“Kiss me.” He whispered his desires as soft as the wind on their faces. Tor could do nothing but give his fated exactly what was commanded of him.

Tor brought their lips together. Barely touching, he swept back and forth, savoring the moment. Impatiently, the fae whimpered, using his grip on Tor’s shoulders to haul himself closer and connect their mouths properly.

Tor hadn’t been allowed to touch his fated when they were intimate in the forest. His hands had dug deep gashes into the ground beneath his head to keep himself in line. All Tor wanted was to feel his fated’s skin under his hands.

As they kissed among the wildflowers, a rumble erupted from Tor’s chest, his inner beast soothed for the first time since they’d scented the fae earlier in the night.

Moving one hand to Jascinto’s hair, Tor tilted his head exactly where he wanted it.

Jascinto melted into him, opening his mouth readily when Tor teased with a tongue.

Tongues sweeping together, Tor tasted every part of Jascinto’s mouth and lips. If he had a choice he would never stop but after a time, the fae pulled back from his lips and Tor allowed him the space. The fae’s eyes were drowsy with lust, his lips swollen and red from their kisses.

“Mine .” Tor’s deep drakonid voice pushed forth at the sight.

Pulling Jascinto’s head backwards, Tor laid kisses along his exposed neck, nipping and sucking his way down one side and up the other.

Soft whimpers and moans escaped the man in his lap, the sounds tied directly to Tor’s cock, pulsing with every beat of his heart.

“I need you.” Jascinto confessed, shifting his hips, seeking friction.

“I’m here. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.” Tor kissed along his jawline leading back to his perfect lips. Tor sipped from his fated, devouring every sound he made, sucking on the tongue presented to him.

“In…inside me.” Jascinto demanded, nipping back at Tor. “Please fuck me.”

His little bee…so brave and so beautiful. Tor growled, rolling them into the flowers, placing Jascinto on his back while the drakonid leaned on his elbows as to not crush the little thing.

“Look at you.” Tor rumbled, his voice refusing to shift back to normal with his fated below him for the first time.

Bracketing the fae with his arms and legs, his gaze roamed over the body beneath him then back to Jascinto’s face.

“So beautiful. So small.” Tor nipped at the fae’s lips, sweeping his tongue inside briefly despite Jascinto’s protests when he pulled back.

Shifting his body down, Tor pushed the man’s shirt up, exposing several inches of smooth, pale stomach.

“Mmm,” His chest purred with pleasure, placing kisses around the fae’s belly button, licking at his skin.

Tor covered every inch he exposed in kisses, licks, or bites.

Pushing at the top of the fae’s pants he nibbled along his hip bones, spreading his claim. “Perfect, my little bee.”

Jascinto’s hand grasped his when he went to push the shirt up the rest of the way, desperate for full skin to skin contact with his fated.

“Wait.” The fae sucked in a breath, looking at the drakonid hesitantly.

“Is something wrong?” Tor asked, pushing his body up, giving Jascinto space.