Page 79 of Habibi: Always and Forever

Tor threw back his head and laughed. His fated brought daily joy into his life in a way Tor never knew he was missing. The fae was feisty, kind, sexy, and constantly surprised the Alpha.

“What if I don’t want to? I could gobble you up right here.” Transforming his tongue to its drakonid shape, Tor brought Cin within reach, extending the textured muscle to lick a path from Cin’s neck, down his back, and through the crease of his tiny bottom.

“Nock!” Cin shrieked, smelling of amusement and lust all at once. Tor hummed against the fae, pressing up through his legs, letting his tongue linger against Cin’s small dick and front hole. Saliva dripped, coating his fated in his scent.

Mine . His inner beast rumbled with contentment.

“You’re right, little bee.” Tor pulled back, feeling his beast ready to shove forth, eager to hunt down his fated and take what he wanted. “I’m sorry I interrupted your afternoon nap.” He let go of Cin’s ankle, the fae’s wings taking over immediately to right his form and hover just out of reach.

The blush staining the fae’s cheeks ran down his neck and along his chest, his breath heaving with desire. Fuck, he looks delicious.

Some part of Tor did want to devour his little fated, but most of him just wanted to lick every inch of his body, cover him in the scent of drakonid, and make him come until he passed out.

“You have three seconds.”

“Until what?” Cin’s brow furrowed.

“One.” Tor counted, ripping his shirt off and dropping it where he stood among the flowers. Cin watched, head tilted slightly but otherwise silent.

“Two,” Tor unbuttoned his pants and started to push them down his legs.

“If you change and crush my flowers, I will be so mad at you!” Cin shouted before a spark of yellow and green magic surrounded his body.

Once it cleared, he hovered in the air in his base size of almost five feet.

Tor’s gaze swept over his fated’s body, taking in the details that were hard to see when he was smaller.

His dick had filled out, plump and small between his smooth legs.

His yellow hair was a rumpled mess atop his head, yellow-amber eyes narrowed at Tor.

“Three.” Tor palmed his hard dick for the briefest of seconds before he heeded his fated’s words, jumping into the air and transforming into his full beast without pause. The drakonid’s wings took full control, his brain and body in full sync no matter the form he took.

He rose up, making sure the beating of his wings wouldn’t harm the flowers, before he opened his jaws and let out the bellowing roar of a drakonid calling to his fated.

* * *

CIN

“Cunt biscuit!” Cin shouted, wings beating as he flew away from his mate. Tor’s bellow shuddered down Cin’s spine, setting the bonding bite mark on his shoulder pulsing with heat.

The fae really had been having an amazing nap curled up in one of his wildflowers.

The Wild Varnzol Barleaf, used in beautiful arrangements and healing spells, was unique to the Crimson Reaches, and even then, hard to grow.

Cin had gotten to know all the plants in his new garden after mating the Alpha.

He loved them all, but the Wild Varnzol Barleaf was his favorite.

It loved him right back for his care. Nestled in its purple and blue petals, the flower had cradled him and whispered its joy in his mind as he snoozed.

Waking to his mate in a playful mood had been jarring at first but not unwelcome.

Adrenaline and desire coursed through his body as Tor transformed, their combined emotions set his heart racing.

There was no way Cin’s wings could carry him fast enough to outfly his drakonid mate in full form at twenty feet long.

Cin supposed that was half the fun though.

With gleeful laughter, he zigzagged away, raising high enough to scale the stone wall surrounding their castle-like home. The drakonid was hot on his proverbial tail, gnashing sharp teeth just inches from Cin’s feet several times before Tor would slow again and let Cin gain a bit of a lead.

Dick hard, thighs slippery, and heart racing, Cin led the giant beast through the empty fields and above the trees that surrounded their home. Tor pushed his feelings of lust and need through their bond, overwhelming Cin and making his wings stutter through the air.

“Not fair!” The fae yelled as a talon snagged around his ankle and yanked him back toward the drakonid.

Not ready to lose just yet, Cin twisted in Tor’s hold, allowing his pollinator magic to burst in the drakonid’s face.

Magic and pollen exploded in the air, Cin’s aim accurate as it all landed directly on Tor’s large face, invading his sensitive nostrils.

Tor’s grip loosened as he started to sneeze, body shaking with the effort to clear his sinuses.

Once again laughing, Cin took off toward the trees, assuming the drakonid couldn’t fit beneath the canopy.

Coming to rest on a large root, Cin kept his ears perked as he allowed himself a moment to catch his breath.

They hadn’t been mated long and hadn’t had the chance to play a game of chase before, but the fae found it thrilling.

Under the dark forest canopy, silence surrounded him, the local inhabitants having left or found somewhere to hide quietly while a predator flew free over their home.

Cin found his hands dipping between his own thighs.

His dick was rock hard, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

His front hole drenched, aching with an empty need to be filled.

“Shit.” Cin grunted to himself, fingers easily sliding inside his hole, palm grinding down on his dick. Just need to take the edge off, keep a clear head. Cin whimpered, cupping his chest with a free hand, nipples erect under his palm.

Eyes squeezed shut as he thrust and teased himself to the edge, Cin didn’t hear his mate approaching until the drakonid spoke. “What a naughty little bee.”

Cin shrieked, leaping off the tree root and instinctively fluttering to a branch ten feet up.

Tor leaned against the tree across from him, arms crossed, looking as casual as he could while naked in a forest. Wearing his half shift, both of the drakonid’s dicks protruded from their slit, bowing from their own weight as Tor’s gaze laser focused on Cin.

“You weren’t supposed to change.” Cin huffed with a pout.

“I don’t think we set out any rules,” Tor smirked. “Why don’t you come down here and I’ll help you finish what you were working on?”

“No thanks, Alpha.” Cin teased, bracing one foot on the branch, leaving the other to dangle. He widened his thighs, giving Tor a perfect view of his dripping hole.

“Jascinto.” Tor rumbled deep in his chest, drakonid fire eyes narrowed in exactly where Cin wanted them. Come and get me, Alpha.

“You got me so worked up chasing me, Alpha.” Cin tugged at his dick, jerking himself and letting out a deep moan at the sensations that coursed through him.

Fuck, why is it so hot to have him watching me?

Circling his opening, Cin watched Tor, his mate’s wings snapping with tension, thick cocks twitching and leaking onto the forest floor as he held himself back from taking what he wanted.

Plunging four fingers inside, Cin shuddered and moaned. “I need to come.” He whimpered, fingers moving back and forth, eyes fluttering closed.

“Jascinto.” Tor rumbled again, standing just below the branch Cin occupied.

“Watch me,” Cin gasped, his body primed and ready to come, yearning to tip over the edge. Tor snarled, one hand circling Cin’s dangling ankle, the other bracing against the branch. His head was a few feet shorter than the branch the fae perched on, too far for him to lick and bite at Cin.

He kept his gaze on Cin just as instructed, watching as the fae fucked himself closer and closer to orgasm. Nose tipped up, Tor rested his forehead on the fae’s lower leg, inhaling the scent of arousal pouring from his mate.

“Close. So close.”

“Yes, little one. Come on your fingers and then I’ll fill you full with my cocks.” Tor growled low, long raspy tongue licking along Cin’s shin. The deep, animalistic tone of his mate’s voice when shifted made butterflies of lust erupt in Cin’s belly.

“Ah, ah, ah. Tor!” Trusting his wings and his alpha to keep him safe, Cin used one hand to jack his dick, the other plunging without resistance in and out of his front hole.

Shouting out his pleasure, fluid spurting from his hole, Cin let the waves of orgasm envelop him.

He shuddered, the deep groan from his mate below extending his own pleasure.

“Mine.” Tor snarled, pulling Cin’s fingers from his body, yanking the fae off the branch into his arms, and suckling every drop of fluid covering the fae’s hand.

* * *

TOR

The flavor of his little bee exploded on his tongue as he sucked and licked at the small fingers. The drakonid’s cocks pulsed with need, his fated squirming in his arms.

“Do my scales feel good on your tits, little one?” His voice was thicker, deeper in his half shifted form and he knew it rumbled through his chest, vibrating his scales against Cin’s soft fae skin.

“Feels even better on my dick.” Cin wrapped his legs around the drakonid’s hips, pressing his still hard little cock against Tor’s stomach and shuddering in his arms. “Lay down. Over there.” Cin gestured behind Tor, hips shifting to stimulate himself.

Always one to give his fated exactly what he wanted, Tor turned on his heel, walking to the red mossy patch a few feet away. “How do you want me?”

“On your back.”