Page 20 of Beyond Fate

Damon frowned. “Where did my pants and underwear go?” How in the hell had Casimir stripped him and Damon hadn’t felt it, and why was he just now noticing it?

“Turn. Over.” Casimir’s eyes filled with need, his cock jutting out, bouncing slightly with every throb. Damon’s mouth watered to have that cock in his mouth. It was so damn beautiful.

Instead, he lunged, tackling Casimir to his back. He straddled his mate’s lean hips and pressed his palms against the warrior’s hard chest. “I didn’t hear somebody say please.”

If he thought Casimir was gorgeous before, seeing his mate spread out beneath him, his hair fanned out around him, those breathtaking pointed ears…motherfuck.

“Tell me how I took your massive dick without any lube.” He rocked on Casimir’s stomach, felt his mate’s cock sliding up and down his crease. He was dying to impale himself but couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease Casimir a little. This was their first time together, and Damon didn’t want to rush through the experience.

Not after they’d been robbed of another aspect of their mating.

Casimir smirked as he looked up at Damon, his hands coming to rest on Damon’s hips. “It is a natural lubricant, which not only wets your hole for me but relaxes your ring of muscle for penetration.”

Damon stared wide-eyed at him. “We’ll definitely work on your sexy talk, my mountainous fairy.” He knew how much Raidh and Elvine hated to be called fairies and wanted to get a rise out of Casimir.

“Is hole not a sexy word?”

The rise didn’t work.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Damon groaned. Shit. The guy was messing with him. He could see his mate fighting a smile. Damon slapped his chest. “You had me going.”

Casimir cupped the back of Damon’s head and pulled him down to whisper in his ear. “I want you to ride my cock, pretty wolf. Let me feel my shaft stretching you wide.”

A shiver ran through him as his mate licked the shell of his ear. His cock grew even harder, and precum was now pooling on Casimir’s stomach.

“Lean forward, baby,” Casimir snarled seductively in Damon’s ear, causing small quakes to erupt in him. He wanted his mate so damn badly. It was like he couldn’t even think straight with Casimir’s strong body beneath him, his mate’s hand cupping the back of his head. If heaven was real, this was it, in this exact moment, high up on this cliff with nothing but the clouds watching them.

Damon planted his hands on either side of Casimir’s head then raised his ass, expecting his mate to slide back inside his hole. He wanted him to do just that.

Instead, Casimir pressed the head of his cock at Damon’s entrance but held him tight to Casimir’s chest. Damon’s heart was beating like crazy, like he had no idea what was going on, but he knew something spectacular was coming.

“Kiss me,” Casimir said softly against Damon’s cheek. “Kiss me, beautiful. You have the softest lips.”

Damon was panting now, so turned on he was afraid he would come any second. Casimir’s voice in his ear was like a seductive purr, causing Damon’s cock to pulse against the guy’s stomach. Now all he could think about while they kissed was Casimir’s lips wrapped around the head of his dick, sucking him off slowly. The image made Damon’s cock jerk violently, almost begging him to slide his shaft between those lips pressed against his.

Then he felt it. A warm spurt erupting, tiny tingles rippling across his puckered hole. He could honestly feel the muscle relaxing further.

“You feel that?” Casimir smiled against his lips.

Damon grinned against his. “Kind of hard not to.”

“You like how it feels?”

“Yes.” It wasn’t time for teasing or jokes. Not when Damon was so aroused he was dying to hear what else Casimir wanted to say to him. “Feels incredible.”

The tip of his mate’s tongue glided across Damon’s lips. “It only happens for my nékah.”

“So, this is your first time feeling it, too?” He took Casimir’s mouth in a hungry kiss before the man had a chance to answer him. Answers could wait. Damon’s hunger for his mate couldn’t. He’d waited too long for this moment. Even when he was angry and hurt by what he thought Casimir had done, Damon had still wanted him, still felt their connection, still craved his mate’s touch.

“Yes,” Casimir said with a groan. “It’s the first time I’ve felt it. So astonishing.”

Damon nipped his lip.

“Are you ready for me, nékah?” Casimir pressed the head of his cock harder against Damon’s entrance.

“My whole life,” he admitted.

Though, honestly, Damon thought his mate would be more like Raidh—short, slim, and with a lot of sass. Instead, he’d hit the jackpot and gotten a breathtaking warrior.

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