Chapter Ten

A burst of laughter escaped Casimir when Damon rolled them, placing the warrior on his back. Gazing at Casimir lying under him, all Damon could think was how gorgeous the fae was.

"If you wanted to be on top, all you had to do was say so," Casimir teased.

"Want to ride your fat dick," he murmured before lowering his head and capturing Casimir's lips in a soul-stirring kiss. His mate arched his back, greedily opening his mouth to suck in Damon's tongue.

Casimir ran his hands up Damon's arms and settled them on his shoulders as Damon slanted his head and took the kiss deeper. He shuddered when he tasted himself on Casimir's lips and tongue. It had been the most intense orgasm Damon could remember ever experiencing.

When they broke apart, Damon growled softly. "Your eyes are doing it again." Once again Damon was mesmerized by the glow of his mate's eyes, the cerulean irises swirling like blue smoke in an upward draft, with those sparkling stars in the center.

"They'll continue to do so until your wolf claims me, nékah . Our souls are already intertwined, but my soul knows it doesn't have all of you yet, that there is a part missing."

Damon's heart ached at the reminder his wolf still wasn't a part of their mating, and although he knew he would feel the need to bite Casimir during sex, that the shattering disappointment would come, he still desired Casimir and wanted to feel his mate inside of him.

"I love looking into them." Damon ran his fingers over the points of Casimir's ears, causing them to wiggle. He frowned. "Your ears are wiggling."

"They are very sensitive," Casimir admitted.

"How sensitive?" Damon grinned wickedly as he continued to brush his fingers over the soft skin.

Casimir grabbed his wrists and pulled them away. "If you don't stop, I will come before I'm even inside of you."

"That sensitive?" Damon growled playfully. He hadn't known that and loved discovering new things about his warrior.

"Do you feel how hard I am under your ass?" He ground his cock against Damon's backside. "You keep playing with my ears and I'll shoot off. As good as it feels, I want to spill my seed inside your body, not against it." He gripped the base then playfully tapped his cock against Damon's ass. "Lift for me, beautiful."

"Spill your seed inside of me?" Damon chuckled. "I would say we still needed to work on your sexy talk, but that sounds hot as fuck." Something stupid raced through his mind. "Big bad-ass Méityah warrior. He can fight. He can fuck. And he even comes with his own natural lube and weapons that rest right on his skin. Adult supervision required."

Casimir softly laughed. "Dark magic sold separately."

Damon's smile faltered.

"It's okay, nékah ." Casimir brushed his knuckles over Damon's cheek. "We're just enjoying each other, and you have to learn to poke fun at yourself."

If Casimir had clumsily lost his magic, maybe they could poke fun, but he'd had it viciously ripped away. Damon didn't find anything humorous about that. Casimir had had to survive for two millennia without them.

"Okay, fine. Great sense of humor sold separately," Casimir amended.

With a low growl, Damon touched the tip of his nose against Casimir's. "Amazing sense of humor also included."

"Does that Méityah warrior also come with the chance to fuck his mate?" Casimir panted, still gripping his hard cock.

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 nétya ."

"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 nétya 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."

No words could describe how Damon felt in that moment. He wasn't sure how it happened, but their bond finally felt complete. He reached up and cupped Casimir's cheek. "I love you too, my amazing warrior."

Damon quickly yanked his hand away when Casimir's touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. Casimir's wings shot out. Then he flew backward before crashing to his knees. The earth around them shook, and the trees swayed in response.

Flipping to his feet, Damon hurried to his mate, but Casimir held up a hand to stop him. An energy blast shot out in all directions, knocking Damon to his ass. "Casimir, what's wrong? What's happening to you?"

His only instinct was to protect his mate. Damon shifted into his wolf and let out a loud, piercing howl. Moments later, three large wolves charged into the forest.

Now all four surrounded Casimir.

Black veins crackled all around Casimir's body, like he was trapped inside an electrical ball. He panted heavily on all fours, and Damon had never been so terrified in his life. His father cautiously approached, only to be zapped back by the powerful energy emanating from Casimir.

Elvine and Raidh flew into the clearing, hovering near Casimir. Raidh closed his eyes and began to chant, although no audible words could be heard. Damon could see the flow of magic from Raidh to Casimir.

What in the hell was going on?

Elvine landed next to Damon and curled her small hand into his fur. "Casimir's dark magic has been restored. He's been without it for so long he's having a difficult time adjusting to its return. Raidh is helping by slowly reintroducing the magic into his body, so it doesn't overwhelm Casimir. Isn't this exciting!"

Casimir winced in pain, holding on to his stomach tightly.

Damon hated feeling so helpless. He couldn't just stand there and do nothing. He shifted, unconcerned with his nudity as he moved a little closer and lowered to one knee. "Just breathe slowly," he said soothingly. "Relax, sweetheart, and let Raidh help you." Damon wanted to move even closer, but the black electricity was still crackling around Casimir.

Raidh continued his silent chant, using his hand to guide the flow of electricity in a clockwise motion. Damon watched as the black veins began to move in the same way, pulling outward then retracting into Casimir at a much slower rate. Even so, Casimir panted heavily, his face still a mask of pain.

Kalen shifted back into his human form. "Turn your head, young lady."

"I've seen male genitalia before," she huffed.

Jax shifted and spun her around. "Keep your eyes off of him," he said with a low growl.

She stomped her foot. "I want to watch this. Raidh is my best friend, but I've never seen him use magic this powerful before."

"What do you mean powerful?" Damon asked. "He's just controlling electricity."

Elvine let out an exasperated breath. "Casimir is a Méityah Béskym , a guardian commander, Mr. Scratchy Crotch. Only one béskym is born among the guardians. Your mate was born a commander, making him the leader over all the other guardians. His magic is even more powerful than our king's. If Raidh doesn't help stabilize his abilities, they will destroy everything in a hundred-mile radius."

Damon had already known his mate was born a commander. He just hadn't known Casimir's magic had been that powerful and prayed Raidh could keep a handle on it.

Kalen moved closer to Casimir again. "You're a Frost, which means you don't let anything or anyone gain the upper hand over you. Frosts fight like hell with their kéfyte standing strongly by their side. We're right here, Casimir. Fight to control your powers, son."

A hard, burning lump formed in Damon's throat. He never thought he could love his dad any more than he already did, but his heart swelled even larger at the display of strength and support from Kalen.

"How're we doing, hon?" Damon asked.

The dark electricity vanished. Casimir looked up at Damon with a soft, but proud smile. "I'm a Frost, nékah . Piece of cake," he said before his eyes rolled back and he hit the ground.

"Casimir!" Damon closed the distance as Raidh fluttered to the ground, his eyes closed.

"He just needs time to rest," Elvine said quickly. "Both of them."

Jaytee shifted and carefully picked Raidh up and curled his mate into his arms.

"Thank you," Damon said to his twin. "Thank you for allowing your mate to help mine."

Jaytee gave him a lopsided grin. "That's what twins are for."

"Turn around," Jax snarled as he spun Elvine again. "Swear to god I'm going to spank you if you keep looking at our…you know."

She crossed her arms with a scowl. "You do realize you can't punish me. I'm nearly 700 years older than you." A wide smile spread across her face as her eyes sparkled. "I can't believe it took me this long to realize it."

Jax tilted his head slightly. "Realize what?"

Her lips curled in. "Nothing, Mr. Nippy Nose."

Damon thought for sure Jax was going to have a fit. He had been teased in the past about his name. Jax Frost. But Jax didn't look upset. There was actually a smile in his eyes. "You're still not going to look at anyone, brat."

"Fly to your room so we can get to the house without you seeing our manhoods," Kalen interjected.

"Manhoods?" Elvine's laugh was light and jovial. "You don't have to use such names for your cocks, Papa Frost."

Jax snarled. "Stop talking to my dad about…them."

"Cock, penis, boner, chub, willy, wiener—"

"Elvine!" Jax and Kalen said at the same time, both seeming flustered with her.

"Prunes," Elvine said before she flew off.

"It's prude!" Jax shifted and took off toward the house.

Damon brushed aside Casimir's hair then kissed his temple. "I've got you, nékah ." He scooped Casimir into his arms. Crap, the guy weighed a ton.

"Need help?" Kalen smirked. "You look like you're about to throw out your back."

If Casimir hadn't been completely naked, Damon might have taken his dad up on his offer. Technically, they were all naked, but Casimir was his mate, and Damon's wolf snarled at anyone holding their nude warrior. "Thanks, but I got it. And, I appreciate what you said to him."

Kalen smiled warmly. "It's the truth, son. Now get your mate home before you blow your back out."

Damon grunted. "Hopefully I don't drop his heavy ass."

Kalen chuckled as he shook his head.

With a smirk, Damon expanded his wings and flew toward the house, thankful his mate would be okay. Now that his dark magic had been restored, if any more guardians tried hunting Casimir down, his mate could obliterate them.

* * * *

Kalen watched as Damon took off with Casimir, thankful the fae would be all right. He'd given everyone a scare. "I can feel your presence," he said as he watched his son land and walk into the house with Casimir still clutched in his arms.

"You're one of the few who can," Aldrin said as he materialized right next to Kalen. "I felt the moment Casimir's powers were restored."

"Does my family have anything to worry about?" Kalen had to be cautious. Despite growing very fond of Raidh, Elvine, and Casimir, his boys would always come first if there was a threat living under his roof.

Their family now had two Unseelie mates. Kalen had even given Elvine a bedroom since she was underfoot so often and, honestly, had started looking at her as a daughter figure, but the fact still remained that all three were dark fae.

Kalen wasn't going to lie to himself. That made him a little more than nervous. Elvine and Raidh were sweet, and Casimir was honorable, but one fit of rage or accidental mishap could destroy what Kalen loved more than his own life.

His boys.

That was why he'd implemented a strict rule about no magic use in the house. He was only erring on the side of caution.

"Within your family, no," Aldrin said. "All three Unseelie adore and respect you, Kalen. They would defend you and your sons with their last breaths."

Which only reminded him of when Raidh had actually taken his last breath. Kalen had been terrified Jaytee would become reckless and seek out a way to die in order to join Raidh. At the time, Kalen had thought Damon dead and couldn't bear to lose another son.

That night still haunted his dreams. So did Damon's conversion. Kalen loved his sons fiercely, no matter if they were now different, but to see the way Damon had come out of that ancient sleep, appearing like a monster… Kalen closed his eyes for a brief second. His family was having too many close ones lately.

"What's heading our way, Aldrin?" Kalen wanted to be prepared.

"I may have created the universe, but that doesn't mean I always have foresight," Aldrin replied, turning to face Kalen. "Casimir is much stronger now that his dark magic has been restored, but two thousand years of solitude can damage anyone's sense of self-worth. He deeply respects you, Kalen. I've already shown you what he's been through, so remember that he still needs guidance and reassurance from a father figure."

Aldrin had appeared the night Jaytee had left with Casimir and Panahasi to enter the Unseelie realm to get back Raidh's soul. With a single touch to his temple, Kalen had seen Casimir's life in a flash. He'd thought Casimir's training was horrific, but serving a deranged king had seemed even worse.

But then he'd witnessed the loneliness and heartache Casimir had endured after escaping the realm. How his own brother had rejected him, how Casimir had wandered the earth without ever making a single friend. Kalen had actually felt the despair that had consumed Casimir as if it had been his own.

That night, Kalen had shed more than a few tears for the warrior. It was why he made sure Casimir knew he had family now. That he was a Frost.

But that still didn't stop Kalen from being cautious with all three.

"I would tell you there is no need to be cautious, but you're a father, and fathers worry." Aldrin smiled.

Kalen narrowed his eyes. "I've asked you once before to stay out of my thoughts. A man's got a right to his privacy."

Aldrin snapped his fingers. "I have taken away my ability to read your mind."

"Really?"

"No."

"You're an ass." Kalen looked back toward the house and saw Jax and Elvine arguing. "Are you sure those two aren't mates?" he asked. "They bicker like an old married couple."

"You would have to ask Fate." Aldrin chuckled. "Though he's in a pretty pissed-off mood right now."

With furrowed brows, Kalen turned back to him. "He?"

Aldrin gestured to an area next to him, and an image—like the holographic ones Kalen had seen in movies—appeared. He had to admit the guy was gorgeous. Tall, svelte, with long black hair and piercing green eyes, but those eyes were haunted. Kalen sensed a lot of pain in them. "That's Fate?"

The image vanished. "Yes, and besides Panahasi, you're the only other person who's ever seen him. Do me a favor and keep the fact that fate is an actual person to yourself."

"Why?"

"Would you rather believe fate is a whisper through the cosmos or an actual person directing life's traffic, capable of causing plenty of accidents over the course of his existence?"

"When you put it like that…" He shook his head. "Sometimes you make conversations depressing as hell."

Smirking, Aldrin wiggled his fingers close to Kalen's head. "I could erase that memory for you."

Kalen growled. "Tinker with my brain and I'll kick your ass."

Aldrin quietly laughed. "I truly enjoy your company, Kalen Frost." He sobered. "I have to go, but be careful. When Casimir defied King Emrys, he was condemned to death. Now there's a guardian on Casimir's trail, determined to carry out that sentence. Despite making a shady deal that backfired, Elouan is not to be underestimated. As long as Casimir lives, Elouan can never truly be the new commander."

"Hell of a motivation." Kalen ran his hand through his beard.

"Envy always is." Aldrin vanished.