Page 66 of Beyond Fate

Did that mean he was in pain? His face wasn’t exactly relaxed. As much as Damon treasured what his warrior had given him, it wasn’t worth hurting Casimir. He started to pull out, but Casimir grabbed his hips to stop him.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” Damon argued.

“My expression is pained because a certain someone refuses to move,” Casimir snarled softly. “You’re kneeling between my legs, your cock shoved in my ass, staring at me with moony eyes. Can you please, for the love of god, be awestruck after your cock pounds my ass?”

A wide grin spread across Damon’s face. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Lifting Casimir’s powerful legs over his arms, Damon moved in closer, causing his cock to push deeper into the tight heat. So fucking tight. Damon shuddered at how good Casimir’s ass felt gripping his cock.

“Shove those pillows under your ass, babe,” he instructed. “I need you a little higher.”

Casimir slapped his hand over his head and brought two pillows down. He lifted his hips, and…oh god. When he lifted his hips, it caused his clenched ring to squeeze Damon’s cock more than it already was. Damon blew out a few breaths, praying like hell he didn’t come within the first five seconds.

Casimir stuffed the pillows under his gorgeous ass. Damon stared at his cock stretching his mate’s ass. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Damon,” Casimir growled. “Awe later. Fuck now.”

“Okay, caveman.” Using his mate’s legs to steady himself, Damon yanked Casimir’s ass onto his dick repeatedly, groaning and hissing at just how good his tightness felt as his shaft pistoned inside Casimir’s delicious hole.

“Baby, so good, so goddamn good.” Damon’s mouth dropped open slightly as he moved faster, succumbing to the wicked pleasure. When he looked down at his mate, Damon was blown away at just how astonishing his warrior looked beneath him. His hair was fanned out, his muscles flexing, his expression pure rapture.

“Feel good, nékah?” Damon asked, never slowing his pace. His dick plowed into his mate’s ass as he thrust repeatedly. He wanted to make sure his warrior’s first time was memorable. That he was giving Casimir the pleasure he deserved.

Casimir opened his eyes, gazing at Damon with an almost drunken look. “Words cannot describe how this feels,” he replied on a long, salacious groan before he closed his eyes again.

“Look at me,” Damon said. “I want to see your wondrous eyes, sweetheart. I want to fuck you while I gaze into their glow.”

Since when had Damon become such a dirty talker during sex? He wasn’t sure but loved it.

“How does my dick feel hammering into your ass?” Damon grunted, feeling himself getting closer, feeling his canines lengthening.

When his mate just thrashed his head, Damon slowed. “Tell me or I stop.”

“No,” Casimir snarled. “You better keep going.”

Damon’s breathing was ragged, a thin layer of sweat covering his body. “Tell me.”

“Only if you go back to the speed you were fucking me with.” Casimir arched his back, shoving his ass down on Damon’s cock.

His hips picked up in speed, his fingers flexing on his mate’s calves. Damon needed to come. He needed to make Casimir orgasm, because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold his mate’s powerful, heavy legs. They felt like they weighed a ton.

“Metkíen kûynté, ceutyâ nétya.” Casimir panted.

Damon remembered his mate saying that one time before. “What does it mean?”

He slowed just a little, letting his mate know to answer him.

“It’s…” Casimir was breathing just as hard, his body coated in sweat also. “It’s poem, and I’m not very good at it.”

Damon gripped his legs a little harder. “I don’t care how awful you think it is, tell me, ceutyâ yâto.” Wait. What had Damon just said? He wasn’t sure. He just remembered Casimir using that second word at one time. “No shame between us, remember?” He rocked slowly inside his mate.

Casimir swallowed and closed his eyes. Damon wouldn’t complain. If closing his eyes made him brave enough to translate, so be it.

“Metkíen kûynté, ceutyâ nétya. You are sweeter than any dream I dared allowed myself, beautiful wolf.”

Damn. Damon lowered his legs and leaned forward, resting his forearms on either side of his mate’s head. “Look at me, Casimir.”

He gifted Damon with his enchanting glowing eyes. His warrior was the epitome of manliness, strong, fierce, yet in that moment, he looked so vulnerable, so beautiful. “I feel the same way about you. You’re my everything—my heart, my very breath, and my future. The father of our pup. Our nyliché. You’re my mate, my nékah, my zaterio.”

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