Page 44 of F Is for Honey Bee

Their honey-wolf sat atop one of the boxes close to the bed.

“He’s a stuffed animal, goof.”

His mate chuckled. “You’re the one who said he’s our kid, not me.”

With a frown, Jonah said, “Put him inside the box. His innocent fabric eyes don’t need to see you dipping into my honeypot.”

Chuckling louder, Kijani got up and set the toy outside their bedroom door before closing it and retaking his position on Jonah’s legs. “What we’re about to do is none of his beeswax.”

“Stick to your F’s and leave my bee puns alone, mister.” Jonah buried his grin in his folded arms resting under his head. He had to admit that had been a good one.

The puns were quickly forgotten when Kijani’s hands glided down his back, igniting a fiery trail of desire in their wake. The sensation of his strong hands kneading Jonah’s muscles was pure heaven, but while his muscles loosened, his cock grew hard.

With the way Kijani straddled him, pushing Jonah’s legs together with his muscular thighs, his hands gliding smoothly, Jonah was one hundred percent putty, molded and reshaped over and over again. Kijani’s hands moved lower, his palms pressing in, separating Jonah’s cheeks, and causing him to gasp.

A wet finger probed at his hole, testing, playing, circling Jonah’s ring of muscle until Kijani’s finger delved inside. Then he moved from Jonah’s legs, spreading them, his finger turning into two, thrusting and making Jonah’s body ache for more.

So much more than just sex. Jonah wanted a lifetime of Kijani, of sharing happy moments— motorcycle rides, fairs, waking up next to each other, and a collection of stuffed bees and wolves.

The works.

Kijani fingers left him, pulling Jonah to his hands and knees, his mate’s cock taking his fingers’ place. Jonah’s legs were spread wide, taking every inch of Kijani’s thick cock he pushed inside of him. A long, salacious groan escaped Jonah. The stretch burned but felt so damn good.

“Your honey is pure ambrosia every time I indulge in it,” Kijani groaned, his hips thrusting slowly, causing shivers to erupt inside Jonah like ripples racing over water, expanding until they reached every part of his body.

Kijani moved faster, using Jonah’s hips to thrust deeper, moving like a powerful, hungry wolf behind Jonah, pounding pleasure out of Jonah in ways he’d never experienced before Kijani.

Jonah screamed through his orgasm, his voice growing hoarse when Kijani sank his canines in, his soft growl tickling Jonah’s shoulder.

Jonah was so lost in his pleasure, so lost in his wolf, he never wanted to be found.

As Kijani extracted his teeth, his growl deepened, his seed spilling inside Jonah with a guttural groan, his hips moving in a slower beat, his fingers flexing against Jonah’s hips.

They cuddled, his mate on his back, Jonah resting on top of him sighing contently. Kijani trailed a hand lazily down Jonah’s spine with a reverence that made Jonah’s heart swell.

“F is for I love you.” Kijani’s voice was almost a whisper, his russet eyes overflowing with the sentiment.

Jonah was stunned at the declaration, and his lips parted. “That doesn’t start with an F.”

“No, but it’s the god’s honest truth, honey bee.” Kijani brushed his fingers lovingly through Jonah’s hair.

Kijani was truly his hero. He’d come to Jonah’s rescue in his darkest times and saved the day. Never demanding and always patient. From the moment Kijani had entered his life, Jonah had felt his presence, and although he’d denied it, run from the truth, and fought against it, deep down, he knew Kijani would profoundly impact his life.

And he had in so many ways.

“I love you, too.” Jonah placed a soft kiss on his mate’s chest. “I just thought of another F.”

Kijani’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “Yeah?”

“Forever,” Jonah said with a smile.

THE END

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