Page 64 of Beyond Fate

And now she was a Frost, Damon’s sister-in-law, so technically she was his sister. He’d just thought about that. Wow. He had a sister now, and his protective instincts just shot through the roof for her.

“What word, life?” Casimir chuckled and jumped back when Damon tried swatting him.

“Keep it up and I’ll spank you.” Damon glanced around the room. “Maybe we can put the nursery over there.”

“Nékah, you want to put our pup’s crib between the bathroom and closet door?” Casimir looked incredulous.

“I clearly suck at redecorating.” He threw up his hands. “I say we just put the babe in the bed with us and worry about where they will sleep around six months after they’re born.” Damon was getting a headache trying to figure this out.

Curling his arms around Damon, Casimir gave him a quick kiss. “We are not putting our nyliché in the bed with us. What if one of us rolls over on him or her? And…” He kissed Damon’s neck. “I will not be deprived of your body for half a year. We’re going to give our child a full nursery, not a crib in a corner of our bedroom.”

“But—” Damon was cut off by Casimir’s lips descending on his. That was one way to shut him up. Now that Damon didn’t have his beard, he could feel the soft hairs of Casimir’s beard gliding across his skin. The sensation was stimulating, but Damon wanted his own back.

“I love how you look with no facial hair.” Casimir gave a low growl. “You’re even sexier than you were before.” He nipped Damon’s hairless chin. “I hope our pup has your strong jaw.”

“Unless we have a girl.” Damon curled his arms around Casimir’s neck. “Our…” He frowned. “How do you say that word again?”

“Nyliché.”

“Our nyliché could be a girl, which means I hope she doesn’t have my strong jaw.”

Casimir smiled dreamily. “A daughter.”

“With two deadly fathers, two lethal uncles, and a grandpa who will kill anyone who comes near her.” He groaned as he tilted his head to the side, giving his mate more room to nibble at his neck.

“Don’t forget three fae who know magic.”

Casimir cupped the back of Damon’s head and kissed him so thoroughly he felt faint. It amazed Damon how far they’d come after the way things had started out for them. With everything they’d been through, it felt more like a year than a little over a week.

The two of them had already been through a lifetime of problems, so hopefully they’d gotten trouble out of their way. Because all Damon wanted now was a good life with his mate and family and to raise their child. Or children. He wouldn’t mind having more, but he wouldn’t tell Casimir that.

His mate was already trying to fuck him every five seconds. If Damon told him he wanted more children after this one was born, his warrior would never let him out of bed.

“Regardless of gender, I will teach them the greatest fighting skills an elite warrior has to offer,” Casimir said against his lips. “Like any parent, I have a feeling our pup is destined for great things.”

Damon grinned. “It would be so cool if they were born with laser vision. After all, they’ll have demon in them.”

Casimir chuckled. “Babe, let it go. Your ability to create fog saved me from a swarm of vampires. Laser eyes would have done me no good in that situation.”

“I agree to disagree.” Damon gasped when their clothes vanished. His jaw dropped as he looked up at his mate. “What’s going on? How did we get naked?”

“Yes.” Casimir rolled his shoulders and closed his eyes briefly. “It feels so good to flex my magic.” He looked at Damon. His eyes were glowing again. “I just felt my béskym magic finally flow through me.”

“But…” Damon frowned. “I thought your magic was already restored. When my wolf claimed you. When Raidh had to help you.”

Casimir nibbled along Damon’s collarbone. “They did, but as Méityah Béskym, I had what you might call bonus powers. Special gifts.” He felt Casimir smile against his skin. “They took the longest to restore, but I’m glad they’re back.”

So was Damon if his mate could just make their clothes disappear. “Just don’t use that handy trick when we’re in public.”

“Never,” he whispered against Damon’s skin. “Your sexy body is for my eyes only, nékah.” Casimir playfully nipped at Damon’s jaw. “I will poke out anyone’s eyes for looking at my gorgeous playground.”

Damon burst out laughing. “Your what?”

“I was trying to be smooth,” Casimir growled.

Oh sweet hell. Damon didn’t think he could love his mate any more than he already did, but the huge warrior was adorable when he pouted. “I’m sorry.” Damon cleared the laughter from his throat. “Go ahead. Try again.”

“You’re an ass.” His mate smirked.

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