Page 30 of Beyond Fate

“I’m yawning already. Wake me up when you can do better,” Damon teased, continuing to stir the potatoes with a wooden spoon.

Feeling mischievous, Casimir gently nipped his mate’s ear. “I can definitely wake you up, nékah.” He pressed his growing erection against Damon’s flared backside, groaning at the memory of how tight it had felt when he’d been buried inside his mate. He swayed his hips in a gentle rhythm, purposely rocking Damon with him.

Another low moan escaped him as Damon pressed his firm ass against his groin. If they’d had the house to themselves, Casimir would have taken his mate right there in the kitchen.

“In about five seconds, I’m not going to care who walks in.” He gripped Damon’s hips and pressed his cock harder against his mate’s ass. They hadn’t had sex since the cliff, and although Casimir had been more concerned with comforting his mate at the time, he’d yet to spill his seed inside his nékah.

When Damon turned, his lips parted as if to say something, Casimir reached over and cut the burner off then grabbed Damon and trapped him against the counter. He captured his mate’s lips with his own, pouring his desperate need into the kiss.

Damon clutched Casimir’s shoulders and clung to him, moaning as he devoured Casimir’s mouth and sucked at his tongue. Fuck. He wanted to feel those lips sucking his cock.

With a low snarl, Casimir yanked his head back and spun Damon, bending his upper body over the counter, desperate to bury his cock in that tight heat.

“Whoa!” Jax said before he spun around and walked out of the kitchen. Then he hollered, “We put food on that damn counter. Take it to your bedroom, guys.”

“What?” Elvine said.

“Don’t go—”

But Jax didn’t get to finish his warning. Elvine flew into the kitchen then shrieked. She flew out of there so fast Casimir thought she would smack her head on the top of the doorframe.

Damon still lay across the counter after Casimir begrudgingly pulled away. His mate’s body shook with quiet laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Casimir frowned, his cock still hard and throbbing.

“I can’t believe I got busted bending over in the kitchen.” Damon wiped the tears from his eyes. “Now Elvine is scarred for life.”

“So is your nyzant.” Casimir grinned.

“Nah.” Damon grabbed two plates from the cupboard. “They’ve seen me having sex before.” He divided the potatoes before setting the skillet down.

“They’ve walked in on you before?” Casimir chuckled. He hadn’t expected his mate to be a virgin. Not when Damon was over two hundred years old. As long as he didn’t go into any details, he didn’t mind hearing his mate talk about past lovers.

“They were there.” Damon grabbed two forks from a drawer.

Casimir stopped his mate from moving. “What do you mean they were there? Are you saying they like watching you having sex?”

As much as he liked Jaytee and Jax, Casimir couldn’t fathom the idea of them in the same bedroom as he made love to his mate.

Damon’s smile faded. “We’ve shared men before.” His tone was guarded with a bite of anger. “If you even think about judging us, you’re—”

“I’m not judging you, Damon.” Casimir gazed down at his mate. “I was just caught off guard and trying to get a better understanding of what you were saying.” He shook his head. “Your past doesn’t bother me, hon.”

Damon looked skeptically at him.

“I’ve tasted the pleasure of sharing a partner myself,” he whispered into Damon’s ear. “I know the allure, nékah.” Casimir traced his tongue along the curve of Damon’s ear. “Even though we will never share our bed with anyone else, I am more than willing to fulfill any carnal desire you may have.”

Damon shuddered, his breathing coming out in short pants as he gazed up at Casimir. “Grab our drinks so we can get upstairs.”

They grabbed their food and drinks and the rest of what they needed then headed to their bedroom. Casimir ignored Jax’s knowing smirk when they passed him.

As soon as they entered, Damon kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot. “You better eat what I cooked first. I didn’t take my tired butt downstairs for nothing.”

Casimir stared at the plates his mate placed on the small table on the other side of the room. “You did this for me?”

Damon was setting down the bottle of hot sauce and forks, his back to Casimir. “My dad does a lot of the cooking, but we have to fend for ourselves in the morning.” Damon shrugged. “I didn’t want you to starve.”

This was their first morning together, aside from the cliff. While his mate had been struggling, Casimir had stayed in the guest bedroom and eaten whatever was offered to him each morning by one of the Frost men, Raidh, or Elvine.

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