Page 33 of Beyond Fate

Damon’s breath hitched. “What are we going to do, just stare at each other?”

“No, sweetheart.” Casimir softly chuckled then nipped Damon’s earlobe as their hard shafts skimmed against one another. “I’m going to slide your impressive cock between my lips.”

“Oh shit,” Damon groaned.

Holding back wasn’t easy for Casimir either. He was just as hard and needy, but he wanted to take Damon to great heights. There was also fear in the pit of Casimir’s stomach. They hadn’t touched each other since the cliff, and he was afraid Damon’s wolf would once again fail to claim him.

And then Damon would suffer all over again. But their bond was strong, and Casimir would never deny his mate what he needed.

Moving lower, he captured one of Damon’s nipples between his lips, teasing the peeked flesh with his teeth. He suckled the skin as he breathed in the masculine scent. Damon bucked, his fingers curling into the grass as he tilted his head back and his lips parted.

“Feels so good,” Damon whispered in ragged need.

Casimir wanted to bathe in Damon’s scent as he rubbed his cheek over his mate’s hard chest, nuzzling his skin before he drew the other nipple into his mouth.

As he lapped and nibbled, he glided his fingers down Damon’s arms. His mate’s body flexed under his touch. So responsive. Casimir loved touching his mate. Everything about the wolf turned him on. His smell. His touch. His lips. His body. And that gorgeous smile. He was drowning in Damon.

Slowly moving down his mate’s body, Casimir kissed and nipped, teasing the skin with his teeth. He wanted to lick every single honed muscle his mate possessed.

Damon arched his back as his mouth dropped open slightly, exhaling a long and breathy moan. “Please…need your lips wrapped around my cock.”

“Ride the edge, nékah.” Casimir stopped his descent when he reached Damon’s rigid stomach. He lashed his tongue over and around Damon’s navel, his mate’s hard cock trapped under his chin. Then Casimir kissed his navel before giving his hip a little nip.

Damon’s body jerked, his breathing shallow.

When Casimir glanced up, his breath caught at the famished look in Damon’s eyes. He’d known the wolf shifter less than two weeks, but already Casimir was in love with him.

He didn’t want to imagine a world without Damon in it. That would be too unbearable. Damon meant so much to him.

Casimir finally reached his prize. Damon’s cock was so full that the head was a blushing purple, bobbing slightly with the man’s pulse. He could already smell the pre-cum beaded at the slit and Damon’s musky scent.

His lungs filled with the fragrance, making his mouth water as a deep need began to build inside of him. Flicking his tongue out, he lightly bathed the skin, lapping at the clear liquid.

“Gods,” Damon said with a growl. “Suck it, Casimir.”

“Patience, ceutyâ nétya.” Beautiful wolf. Casimir teased his fingers up and down Damon’s cock and watched as his mate shuddered.

“I said to suck my dick, not stroke it.” Damon panted.

“Keep complaining and I won’t do either.” That was a damn lie.

His mate groaned as Casimir cupped and squeezed his balls with his hand. He spread Damon’s legs wider then nipped his mate’s inner thighs, nuzzled his balls, and licked his wrinkled sac.

Using his thumbs, Casimir spread his mate’s crease, opening Damon even farther. He groaned at the sight of his mate’s puckered hole.

“Do it,” Damon hissed.

Damon’s legs jerked restlessly as Casimir licked and sucked at his mate’s hole, breaching the ring of muscle with his tongue. Then he wet a finger before inching it into Damon’s ass.

“Oh…I know…I know I love your mouth so much.” Damon fisted Casimir’s hair, tugging on the long strands while pressing down hard, driving Casimir’s finger deeper. The man wasn’t a quiet lover in the least.

With a smirk, he leaned forward and licked a long path up Damon’s hard shaft then sucked the head into his mouth. He loved the taste of Damon, loved the saltiness.

Relaxing his throat, he took him all the way down until his nose touched curly hairs before pulling back, using the flat of his tongue to trace the thick vein on the side of Damon’s cock.

“Jesus!” Damon thrust in short bursts, fucking Casimir’s mouth. “I’m already close, baby.”

Casimir grinned around the hard flesh before doubling his efforts.

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