Page 35 of Beyond Fate

Damon cupped his mate’s jaw, tilting the man’s head back. “Any time my warrior wants this ass, it’s all his.”

Casimir’s lips were warm, gentle, and set Damon’s heart to racing. Damon swiped his tongue over his mate’s mouth, and Casimir opened to let him in.

Damon felt his warrior’s body tighten under him. He brushed his hand through Casimir’s hair, curling his fingers around the wayward strands. Then he gave a small tug, growling as Casimir gasped in pleasure. Damon smirked and did it again. A second discovery today. His fae liked getting his hair pulled.

As he deepened the kiss, Damon lifted his hips then felt the head of Casimir’s cock press against his entrance. He jerked and grinned against his mate’s lips when he felt the first spurt of pre-cum bathe his hole.

Damon loved that ability. It saved them from having to carry lube with them when they had sex somewhere other than the house. After the third spurt, he eased down onto Casimir’s cock. He gritted when he felt his ring of muscle give way, pulling the head inside his body.

Casimir panted heavily in Damon’s ear. “Hard or slow, beautiful? Tell me which one you need.”

Closing his eyes, Damon fought the urge to sink his fangs into Casimir’s neck and drain his mate. He was sick of feeling that way, so damn tired of that need rising up inside of him. But it was there, beating at him, and growing stronger by the second.

“I feel it, nékah.” Casimir crushed Damon to his chest. “Feed, céutya nétyâ.”

“I’m-I’m tired of it.” Damon breathed heavily. “Tired of fighting not to kill my own damn mate.”

Casimir cupped the back of his head. “It’s a part of who you are now. Don’t be ashamed of it. Instead, embrace every new facet of yourself.” He kissed Damon’s cheek. “You know I won’t let you go too far.” He thrust his hips upward, impaling Damon further, causing him to moan. “Feed while I fuck you, wolf.”

Damon struck, drawing in Casimir’s blood, the warm, intoxicating liquid filling his mouth as Casimir fucked Damon at lightning speed, driving his dick deep inside his ass. With every draw of blood, Casimir’s embrace grew stronger.

His mate’s thick, hard cock punished Damon’s ass, slamming against him hard.

“Release me,” Casimir snarled.

Damon whimpered but kept drawing his mate’s blood into his mouth. It just tasted so good that he kept wanting even more.

A growl rumbled in Damon’s chest when Casimir pinched his nose. “Release me or suffocate,” he said without slowing his thrusts.

With no other choice, Damon extracted his fangs then arched his back, gasping as his mate pounded into his ass. “Harder,” he begged. “Need harder.”

As he took Casimir’s hot, thick cock into his ass, his wings shot out, the fluttering causing fine particles to fall onto them like fresh, new snow. It was light, as light as fine dust, and Damon somehow knew it was a part of the winged beast ritual that would bind them for all eternity. They were already bound, but Damon could feel it strengthen. As beautiful as it was, it still wasn’t the same as his wolf claiming their mate.

“Whatever my céutya nétyâ needs. Tuck your wings in.” As soon as Damon tucked them in, Casimir flipped them, shoved to his knees, then he spread Damon’s legs wider before drilling into his ass. Damon’s cock flared to life at the sight of his warrior’s muscled body kneeling between his legs.

Casimir was absolute male perfection. Sweat glistened over his body, his muscles flexed, his head thrown back in the throes of passion. And he was all Damon’s.

“Casimir,” Damon whimpered when his canines lengthened. “Come before I give in to the need to bite you.” He wanted his mate to find his release before that soul-shattering anguish once again engulfed him.

“We do this together or not at all.” He released Damon’s legs and dropped over him, their faces inches apart. “Either we both share pleasure or we comfort each other with the loss.” His voice became rough. “I will never take pleasure from your body while you lay beneath me suffering, nékah.”

Casimir wrapped his hand around Damon’s cock and stroked him to the rhythm of his thrusts. Damon threw his legs around Casimir’s waist, punching his hips upward to fuck his mate’s fist. He could tell his warrior was fighting his orgasm, determined to make Damon fall over the edge first.

“I can’t…I can’t hold out.” He yanked Casimir down to him, brushed his beautiful hair aside, then sank his sharp canines into his warrior’s shoulder.

Casimir shouted Damon’s name, his mate’s cock throbbing forcefully in his ass.

Then Damon felt it.

His wolf shattered the barrier and howled triumphantly as he was swept into the bond. Tears fell from Damon’s eyes as he hugged his mate tight to his chest, sobbing joyfully around Casimir’s shoulder.

Their combined ribbons shot out of them, rose above them, swirling like the blue mist in Casimir’s eyes. A second ribbon raced after the first, spiraling around the combined one. Then it merged flawlessly, before the new, stronger ribbon split apart and crashed into Damon’s and Casimir’s chests.

Damon yanked his canines free, threw his head back, and allowed his wolf to use his throat to howl as his orgasm shattered him. Casimir swept Damon up into his arms, crushing him in a tight embrace. “Mynté, nékah. I love you, mate,” he said through his tears.

Damon chuckled through his own tears as he rolled them twice before his wings shot out and he flew from the ground, taking Casimir with him. They hovered for a few moments then descended and lay on the grass, Damon once again on his back as his mate grinned widely at him.

“He is with us now. Your wolf has joined our bond.”

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