Page 32 of Beyond Fate

He expected Damon would want fast and hard like he had on the cliff. But instead, he kissed Casimir just as tenderly in return.

A playful spark lit in Damon’s eyes. “You think it’ll be that easy?” He smirked.

Before Casimir understood what his mate meant, Damon bucked and rolled, placing Casimir on his back with lightning speed. He tried to grab Damon’s hips, but his mate jumped up and raced around the bed.

Flipping to his hands and knees, Casimir narrowed his eyes as his muscles coiled. “I would not advise running, nékah. There is nowhere for you to go. So accept the fact that you are going to get fucked.”

With a grin, Damon flicked his gaze to the window as he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

“Really?” Casimir asked challengingly as he pushed to his feet. “You don’t think I can reach you before you even open it?” He sauntered around the bed, his heart beating faster knowing they were about to play chase. He jerked his jeans down his legs and left them on the floor, his cock jutting out in front of him, precum dripping from the slit.

He palmed his cock, giving the hard flesh a few strokes, watching as Damon’s eyes locked onto what Casimir’s hand was doing. “Get your gorgeous ass on the bed, nékah. I promise to be gentle. I’ll fuck you nice and slow with this big cock.”

Damon gave him a daft look. “Gentle is the opposite of what I want, nékah.”

Goddamn. Casimir had to grip his dick to stop from coming. “Every time you call me that, I want to fuck you hard and deep,” he growled.

“If you can catch me, you can fuck me.” Damon was out the window before Casimir was halfway across the room.

“Cheater,” Casimir said to the open window, chuckling. “You’re using your inhuman speed, naughty boy.”

He took off out his mate’s extra-wide window, thankful there weren’t any close neighbors.

As soon as he was out, Casimir expanded his wings, hovering just outside the window.

Damon hovered near the forest, wearing a wide grin as he winked. “Out of breath, old man?” he taunted.

A smile curved Casimir’s lips. “Age is meaningless to an immortal.” He shot across the yard, his wings fluttering furiously as he gave chase. Damon’s eyes widened then he spun and took off. But his hesitancy, plus Casimir’s training, had cost him.

Casimir caught his mate around the waist then they spiraled toward the ground. Right before they hit the forest floor, Damon tucked in his wings, and Casimir placed him gently on his back then straddled him. Damon’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as he smiled up at him.

“I guess you’re not as old as you look.” He chuckled, his eyes sparkling, causing Casimir’s heart to squeeze at the gorgeous sight.

Dropping so his hands pressed on either side of his mate’s head, Casimir leaned in close enough for their noses to nearly touch. “I caught you”—he slid his tongue over Damon’s bottom lip—“so now I’m claiming my prize.”

Damon shivered slightly. “Guess I shouldn’t have stopped to taunt you.”

“Don’t. Move. A muscle.” Casimir pressed his lips against Damon’s, giving him a quick kiss before he scooted down his mate’s legs. Locking eyes with Damon, Casimir slid his fingers into the waistband of Damon’s underwear then slowly pulled them down, groaning when Damon’s hard cock sprung free and slapped against his rigid abdomen.

His mate’s cock was thick, and appeared to be around seven inches. The head was swollen, precum sliding down the side of the slightly curved shaft. Casimir ran his fingers over the hard flesh, causing Damon’s erection to jerk.

“Such a beautiful cock,” he murmured.

Damon gritted his teeth as he watched Casimir admire it. He cupped his mate’s heavy sac, giving the wrinkled skin a gentle pull.

“You’re torturing me,” Damon gritted out. “Do something or get your hand away.”

“My nékah is so hard and ready for me,” Casimir crooned.

“I won’t be hard in a second if you don’t stop touching me.” Damon closed his eyes, his jaw tight. “I’m too close.”

With a grin, Casimir tugged softly on Damon’s beard. “I believe it was you who told me that I needed to learn stamina.”

Damon lifted his head and glared at him. “I’ll learn it next time. Right now, put me out of my misery, or I’ll do it myself.”

Pressing his hand on his mate’s chest, Casimir shook his head. “If you touch yourself, I will shackle your wrists. Take a deep breath, love. Try to calm your raging body.” He leaned down, pressing his lips to Damon’s ear. “Riding the edge makes your orgasm much more powerful when you finally let go.”

He was also going to learn that Casimir gave far more pleasure than he asked for.

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