Page 19 of Beyond Fate

Another hunger started beating at Damon’s chest. A deeper darker need. He’d never had the chance to feed once he’d flown away and was pulled through that portal.

But it wasn’t just that. The fae’s intoxicating aroma drove Damon’s hunger deeper, like an accelerant to the thirst already clutching his throat.

“Casimir.” Damon panted against his mate’s lips.

“I feel your need, nétya.” His fingers tightened in Damon’s hair.

So why wasn’t he escaping? Why was he so calm? Unless Casimir thought Damon’s “need” was sexual instead of his dark thirst. He was struggling to get enough air into his lungs as the succulent fragrance wrapped around his head.

Casimir slid his hand around Damon’s neck, cupping his head gently. Yáto, nékah.” He exposed his neck.

Damon’s fangs elongated as he hissed, as he watched the pulse in his mate’s neck beat in a steady rhythm. He salivated at the sound of Casimir’s blood rushing through his veins.

“Don’t do this,” Damon begged as the darkness in him tried to take over. “I won’t be able to stop. I’ll kill you.”

Casimir smirked. “You could try.”

Losing the fight, Damon sank his fangs deep, groaning as the sweet blood coated his mouth and throat. He snarled, tugging at the hair gripped in his fists to prevent his mate from escaping. The blood was too delicious to let the fae go.

Damon growled when he felt Casimir jerking around. He was so far-gone he barely registered something wet bathing his entrance. The blood was too good to concentrate on anything else.

“I will fuck the urge right out of you,” Casimir snarled right before he drove his cock into Damon’s ass. “Release my neck, wolf.”

The sharp command only made Damon drink deeper, drawing as much blood as he could from Casimir’s vein.

Casimir delivered a powerful thrust, his cock driving deep into Damon’s ass. A delicious burn scorched his hole, causing Damon to whimper with another kind of need. It felt as if he was being stretched to the limit, yet a thrill surged through him.

“I will give you all the pleasure you yearn for, nétya.” Casimir delivered another intense thrust, causing Damon’s eyes to roll back. “But you have to release me. If you don’t, I will force your incisors out of me. Which experience do you desire most, pain or pleasure, my beautiful wolf?”

Casimir pistoned into him. Their bodies clashed, then his mate stilled, his cock trapped inside Damon’s ass, throbbing and teasing.

“Last chance,” Casimir warned. “Release me or I’ll pull my cock from your amazing ass.” He eased back until only the head remained.

A snarl ripped from Damon’s throat. He wanted both, but Casimir was making him choose. Damon already knew which one he wanted. He battled back his thirst, the part of him that wanted to drain the fae.

Finally, he extracted his teeth and licked the pinpricks closed. “Now fuck me,” he snarled, untangling his fists from his mate’s hair.

Casimir lifted his head, the side of his mouth curled into a confident smile. “Be careful what you wish for.” His inflection was rich and smoky, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Your ring of muscle is squeezing my dick so hard. I am about to wreck your ass.” He leaned back inhumanly fast, threw Damon’s legs over his arms and spread them wide. Then he tilted Damon’s ass upward and fucked him hard and deep.

Damon arched his back, digging his fingers into the rocky cliff beneath him. Casimir looked so gorgeous above him, his muscles flexing and straining, a savage and focused look in his eyes.

And that cock… Jesus. It was rock-hard as it slammed into Damon’s ass. So long and thick, hitting his kill zone every time, making him want to cry out with every thrust. Casimir leaned in and kissed Damon, never breaking his rhythm.

Everything felt so intense, especially since Damon rarely bottomed, but he relished the idea with his mate.

Placing his palm on Casimir’s chest, he felt his mate’s heart beating furiously as his hips punched forward, wrecking Damon just as he’d promised. Because of the spell, they were already bonded, but Damon still wanted to feel Casimir’s heart, still feel that deep connection to his mate.

Casimir broke the kiss and placed his palm on the hand Damon had over his heart.

“If we were not already bound, I would walk away,” he whispered against Damon’s lips. “I would spare you the anguish of being mated to a hunted man. You deserve more than what I am, ceutyâ nétya.” Beautiful wolf.

When he lifted his head, Damon saw the sincerity in his eyes. Casimir meant what he said. “Then I guess we’re meant to be together,” he replied. “A hunted warrior and a wolf who no longer has an identity.”

Damon tilted his head to the side and moaned. Casimir had slowed, now grinding his cock into Damon’s hole, pushing his shaft as deep as he could. So deep Damon felt the base of Casimir’s cock at his entrance, felt his mate’s balls pressed against his ass.

“You are Damon Frost,” Casimir snarled. “What was done to you has not changed the foundation of who you are. A proud, stubborn wolf who is now capable of so much more.”

Casimir yanked out of Damon’s ass. “Turn over, sweetheart. I need to get deeper inside of your tight body.”

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