Page 36 of F Is for Honey Bee

Kijani was primed and ready but waited for Jonah to make the first move, allowing him to set the pace.

His lungs stalled when Jonah reached for the towel, easing the clasped corners out of Kijani’s grip. The towel glided to the floor, where it lay forgotten.

Sweet, beautiful torture pervaded Kijani when Jonah’s lips parted and his tongue slid along them, his gaze transfixed on the swollen cock staring right back at him.

Kijani watched as Jonah lowered to his knees, that perfect mouth so close that his cock twitched with excitement. When Jonah looked up at him… Goddamn, the desire in those green orbs doused Kijani in a bone-deep need to bury his cock between those soft lips.

Jonah took the head into his mouth, and somehow, Kijani held back from driving his cock inside with a wild thrust.

Instead, he braced one hand against the wall, the other gripping and sliding through his mate’s silky hair as Jonah took a few more inches, his lips gliding along sensitive flesh.

It was pure nirvana watching his mate savor his cock, his greedy mouth sucking and licking, a look of pure ecstasy dominating his face.

A slice of paradise, a gift for Kijani to cherish and protect. A gift he couldn’t seem to get enough of as his hips started rocking back and forth and he slowly delved into wet heat.

Jonah pulled back, releasing Kijani’s cock. “I need to get off my knees.”

Kijani swept an arm around his mate, yanking him from the floor before moving swiftly to his bedroom. As soon as Jonah left his arms, his mate almost faceplanted trying to get his shoes off.

“You’re going to give yourself a concussion.” Kijani grinned.

Jonah yanked his shirt off. “You’ll catch me if I fall.”

Without a doubt.

Yanking the rest of his clothes off, Jonah crawled onto the bed, his ass on display as his hips swayed. Damn if that wasn’t the sweetest sight.

A sight Kijani couldn’t resist.

Kijani grabbed the lube from his dresser and joined his mate, so damn glad all the tension, anguish, and flared tempers from earlier was no longer hanging like a dark cloud between them.

His honey bee had cared enough to return and talk things out, healing the wound he’d left inside Kijani.

With a whimsical attempt at a growl, Jonah shoved at Kijani’s chest. He allowed his mate to take him down, loving the playfulness.

Jonah was gorgeous, his naked body moving over Kijani’s, skin gliding over skin, to straddle his hips. That sweet tush was pressed against his groin, so close to Kijani’s cock, making him dizzy with the need to bury himself inside his mate’s luscious ass.

The anticipation was an itch Kijani wanted to desperately scratch.

Jonah took the lube, wet Kijani’s fingers, and guided them to his depths.

A treasure chest Kijani was eager to plunder.

His fingers sank inside Jonah’s ass, his mate softly moaning and gasping. His hips rolled and twisted, ensnaring Kijani.

Then Jonah was sinking down onto Kijani cock, taking him fully to the hilt, his ass cupped in Kijani’s hands as they stilled. Neither moved as Jonah’s body adjusted to the stretch of Kijani’s cock buried inside of him, and Kijani was trying to remember how to breathe.

Jonah began to move, and then a rhythm began building between them. Kijani thrust deeply, pulling his mate down so their bodies crashed together. Chasing the natural high of Jonah, of their release, pushing each other closer to the edge of abyss, was what Kijani was after.

A snarl ripped from his throat when Jonah arched his back, the air filling with the intoxicating scent of his release. The tightness of his hole strangled Kijani’s cock, pulsing around him as Jonah cried out.

Kijani rolled them, placing Jonah on his back, then sank his canines in as he buried his cock, the blazing pleasure rocketing through him.

Jonah was his.

If he fell, Kijani would catch him.

If anyone else tried to make him fall, they had better be prepared to face the wrath of one pissed-off wolf.

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