Page 46 of Beyond Fate

Chapter Thirteen

That afternoon, Casimir entered their bathroom and saw Damon standing in front of the mirror after his shower, wearing only a towel around his lean waist. His mate had his head tilted to one side while running his finger along the pink line on his neck.

Stepping behind him, Casimir gently ran his own finger over the same spot. It was only an eighth of the way around his mate’s neck and wasn’t really a line. If someone looked closer, they would see there were eight tiny wings in various stages of opening. The first wing was closed completely, and it was the smallest, the second just barely open and was just a fraction of an inch bigger, and the third slightly more extended, and so on. As they continued to appear around his neck, the final set of wings would be fully fanned out and the largest ones, signaling the pup was ready to be born.

“Can I really feel this last one moving?” Damon frowned as he continued to touch the small wings. “Just like I can feel your mark moving under my fingers?”

Casimir placed his hands on Damon’s hips and kissed his neck. “Yes. The more of them that form, the more you will feel them flutter.”

“This is so weird.” Damon glanced at Casimir in the mirror. “In a good way,” he added, as if afraid he would offend him.

“I bet it has to be. I’d probably be freaked out if this was happening to me,” he said, trying to let Damon know it was normal to feel that way. He wrapped his arms around his mate and rested his chin on Damon’s shoulder. “I’m going to get a tattoo of tiny wings on my left pec, right over my heart, to display proudly that my mate has given me a nyliché. I’ll circle them around my pec in various colors for every one we have.”

“You have got to stop dropping new words on me without telling me what they are,” Damon huffed. “I’m guessing that means baby?”

“Child.” He wiggled his brows. “Or nylichés. Children.”

“Slow down.” Damon patted Casimir’s hip. “Let’s get this one out of the way before we start talking about more.”

Casimir grinned. “Nope. You promised me more so we could drive everyone crazy.” Though he was looking forward to having as many children as his nékah wanted to give him, Casimir would respect any decision Damon made.

After all, he wouldn’t be the one carrying the babes.

“I still don’t like the idea of my mate riding a motorcycle while he’s pregnant. It’s dangerous.” Casimir placed a small kiss on Damon’s shoulder then rested his chin back on his soft skin.

“I’ve been riding since they were invented,” Damon reasoned. “Until my gut is distended with our pup, I’m going to get out as often as possible.”

Casimir didn’t like the idea but knew his wolf would only dig his feet in. He had to trust his mate to keep their babe safe.

“At least let me give you something to think about while you’re out riding.” Casimir slid his palms up his mate’s chest then tweaked his nipples, curling the side of his mouth in a knowing smile when his mate moaned.

“I have to meet my family downstairs in twenty minutes.” Damon panted softly but leaned back into Casimir.

The man was so sensual, so damn beautiful when he gazed at Casimir in the mirror with that needy expression in his eyes.

“Will they wait for you?” Casimir ran his fingers along the edge of the towel, slowly pulling the material apart, like he was unwrapping a gift he desperately craved. “Would they wait while I pleasure my nékah?” He licked the curve of Damon’s ear. “Look how hard you are for me.”

He curled his fingers around his mate’s erection when the towel dropped to the floor and gave the silky flesh a gentle squeeze. Damon sucked in a sharp breath then thrust his hips forward, fucking Casimir’s fist.

“Answer me, ceutyâ nétya.” He loosened his grip. “Should I step away from you and let you get ready or lower to my knees and take your throbbing dick into my mouth?” He slid his tongue over Damon’s bare shoulder, their gazes locked in the mirror.

“They’ll wait…I’m positive…probably.” Damon thrust his hips again but whimpered because Casimir’s fist was no longer tight.

Reaching past him, Casimir grabbed the small bottle of lube from the cabinet over the sink then set it on the counter.

“Don’t move,” he growled into Damon’s ear, his palms gripping his mate’s tight ass. Casimir smiled when his mate pressed into his hands, a needy little noise trapped in his throat. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m about to take care of you.”

Slowly, one kiss at a time, he worked his way down Damon’s body. His tongue traced along his mate’s spine, nipping and teasing his skin, grinning when Damon shivered. With the way Casimir felt right now, his mate might have to make his family wait for a while. Last night they’d made love twice and once this morning. It was as if Casimir couldn’t get enough of his nékah.

Whenever his mate’s body brushed against his in the slightest way, Casimir had to have him. Had to fuck him, had to possess every inch of Damon. He ran his fingers up Damon’s inner thighs and palmed his balls, giving the wrinkled sac a light tug.

“Oh god,” his mate groaned, arching his back as his legs spread wider, giving Casimir more room to play. Sweet hell. Damon was spread-eagled, and Casimir wanted to do so many pleasurable things to his body.

He released Damon’s balls, spread his crease, and…damn. Casimir brushed a finger over the starburst, causing Damon to moan. He leaned in and swiped his tongue over his mate’s puckered hole, swirling and suckling on the sensitive skin as Damon’s legs quivered.

Pushing his tongue past his mate’s ring of muscle, Casimir reached up and retrieved the lube. As he lapped at his mate’s pink bud, he poured the clear liquid onto his fingers. After one final suck, Casimir pulled back then circled the muscle with the pad of his index finger before pushing with a steady shove.

Anticipation heightened arousal. Casimir was drawing this out, taking his time, trying to make Damon ride the edge.

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