Page 30 of F Is for Honey Bee

“Can’t I just cut myself and you spit into it?”

“That was an image I could have done without.” Kijani wrinkled his nose. “I honestly don’t know if that would work, but biting your shoulder will be a hell of a lot more pleasurable than spitting into a wound.”

Now that image was stuck in Jonah’s head.

“Your happiness.” Kijani ticked off on another finger. “It means everything to me, honey bee.”

The sincerity in Kijani’s voice made Jonah feel like he was floating on a breeze. “You already make me happy.”

Kijani’s warm smile was breathtaking. “Ditto, sweetheart.”

How did he break down Jonah’s walls without even trying? Honestly, he didn’t need to finish his list. Not when Kijani was like a radiant sun, casting his warmth and light on Jonah, filling him with a sense of contentment he never knew existed. He basked in Kijani’s presence, soaking up every bit of his radiance like a dry sponge in desperate need of water.

Jonah’s hands trembled as he cupped Kijani’s face, more certain about this than he’d been about anything in his life.

He needed Kijani’s sweetness.

Needed his warmth.

Needed those beautiful eyes to always gaze at him as if he was the most precious thing in his world.

Like the way they were gazing at him now, like Kijani had been given a priceless gift.

Jonah’s consent.

With a snarl, Kijani swept Jonah into his arms, carried him to the bedroom, and then lay Jonah down on the bed. His growl deepened as they tore at each other’s clothes, desperate to feel skin against bare skin.

They were both naked, Kijani standing at the side of the bed, his powerful legs now spreading Jonah’s apart. But Jonah needed the space between them to disappear.

Kijani leaned forward, their cocks kissing for the very first time.

A shudder ran through Jonah as he tangled his legs around Kijani’s lean waist. He wrapped his arms around the man’s neck and pulled Kijani down to him, his shredded body pinning Jonah to the bed.

Jonah wanted to feel that thick cock taking him so deep he screamed Kijani’s name.

“Where’s your lube?” He searched Jonah’s face as if the answer was written on it.

“Nightstand. Bottom drawer.”

Kijani pulled away for only a second, and then he was on Jonah again, slicking his fingers. Their lips met, hungry for each other as Kijani’s fingers circle around Jonah’s hole.

God, yes!

Jonah bore down on them and then felt them inside of him. He was panting, lost in Kijani’s yearning eyes.

His words came out in a groan. “My honey bee.”

“My wolf.”

Kijani bit down gently on Jonah’s bottom lip, a soft, rumbling growl rolling in his throat.

His fingers grazed Jonah’s prostate, sending a volcanic rush through him. Jonah cried out, the sound unleashing something inside Kijani. He owned Jonah’s mouth, the kiss filled with a scorching passion that was a seal of ownership.

“Fuck me, please,” Jonah begged.

“You don’t have to beg for it.” Kijani’s cock replaced his fingers, sinking into Jonah’s ass, stretching him to the limits. He ran his hands over inked muscles that flexed as Kijani lapped at his throat, jaw, and collarbone, turning Jonah into his licking toy.

That was fine by him. The hairs of Kijani’s beard only heightened everything, scraping and brushing a whisker-burned path across Jonah’s skin.

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