Chapter Thirteen

That afternoon, Casimir entered their bathroom and saw Damon standing in front of the mirror after his shower, wearing only a towel around his lean waist. His mate had his head tilted to one side while running his finger along the pink line on his neck.

Stepping behind him, Casimir gently ran his own finger over the same spot. It was only an eighth of the way around his mate's neck and wasn't really a line. If someone looked closer, they would see there were eight tiny wings in various stages of opening. The first wing was closed completely, and it was the smallest, the second just barely open and was just a fraction of an inch bigger, and the third slightly more extended, and so on. As they continued to appear around his neck, the final set of wings would be fully fanned out and the largest ones, signaling the pup was ready to be born.

"Can I really feel this last one moving?" Damon frowned as he continued to touch the small wings. "Just like I can feel your mark moving under my fingers?"

Casimir placed his hands on Damon's hips and kissed his neck. "Yes. The more of them that form, the more you will feel them flutter."

"This is so weird." Damon glanced at Casimir in the mirror. "In a good way," he added, as if afraid he would offend him.

"I bet it has to be. I'd probably be freaked out if this was happening to me," he said, trying to let Damon know it was normal to feel that way. He wrapped his arms around his mate and rested his chin on Damon's shoulder. "I'm going to get a tattoo of tiny wings on my left pec, right over my heart, to display proudly that my mate has given me a nyliché . I'll circle them around my pec in various colors for every one we have."

"You have got to stop dropping new words on me without telling me what they are," Damon huffed. "I'm guessing that means baby?"

"Child." He wiggled his brows. "Or nylichés. Children."

"Slow down." Damon patted Casimir's hip. "Let's get this one out of the way before we start talking about more."

Casimir grinned. "Nope. You promised me more so we could drive everyone crazy." Though he was looking forward to having as many children as his nékah wanted to give him, Casimir would respect any decision Damon made.

After all, he wouldn't be the one carrying the babes.

"I still don't like the idea of my mate riding a motorcycle while he's pregnant. It's dangerous." Casimir placed a small kiss on Damon's shoulder then rested his chin back on his soft skin.

"I've been riding since they were invented," Damon reasoned. "Until my gut is distended with our pup, I'm going to get out as often as possible."

Casimir didn't like the idea but knew his wolf would only dig his feet in. He had to trust his mate to keep their babe safe.

"At least let me give you something to think about while you're out riding." Casimir slid his palms up his mate's chest then tweaked his nipples, curling the side of his mouth in a knowing smile when his mate moaned.

"I have to meet my family downstairs in twenty minutes." Damon panted softly but leaned back into Casimir.

The man was so sensual, so damn beautiful when he gazed at Casimir in the mirror with that needy expression in his eyes.

"Will they wait for you?" Casimir ran his fingers along the edge of the towel, slowly pulling the material apart, like he was unwrapping a gift he desperately craved. "Would they wait while I pleasure my nékah ?" He licked the curve of Damon's ear. "Look how hard you are for me."

He curled his fingers around his mate's erection when the towel dropped to the floor and gave the silky flesh a gentle squeeze. Damon sucked in a sharp breath then thrust his hips forward, fucking Casimir's fist.

"Answer me, ceutya nétya ." He loosened his grip. "Should I step away from you and let you get ready or lower to my knees and take your throbbing dick into my mouth?" He slid his tongue over Damon's bare shoulder, their gazes locked in the mirror.

"They'll wait…I'm positive…probably." Damon thrust his hips again but whimpered because Casimir's fist was no longer tight.

Reaching past him, Casimir grabbed the small bottle of lube from the cabinet over the sink then set it on the counter.

"Don't move," he growled into Damon's ear, his palms gripping his mate's tight ass. Casimir smiled when his mate pressed into his hands, a needy little noise trapped in his throat. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm about to take care of you."

Slowly, one kiss at a time, he worked his way down Damon's body. His tongue traced along his mate's spine, nipping and teasing his skin, grinning when Damon shivered. With the way Casimir felt right now, his mate might have to make his family wait for a while. Last night they'd made love twice and once this morning. It was as if Casimir couldn't get enough of his nékah .

Whenever his mate's body brushed against his in the slightest way, Casimir had to have him. Had to fuck him, had to possess every inch of Damon. He ran his fingers up Damon's inner thighs and palmed his balls, giving the wrinkled sac a light tug.

"Oh god," his mate groaned, arching his back as his legs spread wider, giving Casimir more room to play. Sweet hell. Damon was spread-eagled, and Casimir wanted to do so many pleasurable things to his body.

He released Damon's balls, spread his crease, and…damn. Casimir brushed a finger over the starburst, causing Damon to moan. He leaned in and swiped his tongue over his mate's puckered hole, swirling and suckling on the sensitive skin as Damon's legs quivered.

Pushing his tongue past his mate's ring of muscle, Casimir reached up and retrieved the lube. As he lapped at his mate's pink bud, he poured the clear liquid onto his fingers. After one final suck, Casimir pulled back then circled the muscle with the pad of his index finger before pushing with a steady shove.

Anticipation heightened arousal. Casimir was drawing this out, taking his time, trying to make Damon ride the edge.

Finally, he pushed his finger inside the tight heat. Damon whimpered and stuck out his ass. Casimir nipped one of his perfect globes, inserting a second finger before scissoring them.

"Turn around for me, sweetheart." Casimir had to pull his fingers free, but he reached between Damon's legs when he turned and pushed them back inside his mate's entrance.

Damon's pretty cock was jutting, and there was so much pre-cum that some dripped to the floor. Casimir licked at the slit, drew the salty taste into his mouth, moaning as he suckled the head between his lips. Damon's body jerked as he fisted Casimir's hair.

"So good," his mate said with a hiss. "So incredible."

As Casimir took the cock deeper, he thrust his fingers deep inside Damon's ass, adding a third as his mate fucked them like they were Casimir's dick. He thrust his fingers faster, but when he felt his mate getting closer, he yanked his fingers free and pulled off Damon's cock.

"No!" Damon gripped his hair tighter.

Casimir grabbed his mate's wrist and squeezed gently. Finally, Damon let the strands go, breathing heavily as Casimir rose to his feet.

"Why did you stop?" his mate whined.

With a smirk, Casimir spun Damon around and placed his hand between the man's shoulder blades. "Bend over for me, nékah . Be careful of your stomach against the edge of the counter."

As soon as Damon leaned over, Casimir used his thigh to spread his mate's legs apart. "I stopped because I need to sink into your ass," he groaned. "Because I need to fuck my beautiful wolf."

Casimir slid his underwear off, and his cock sprang free. He lubed his hand, fisted his cock, and stroked the hard flesh a few times. Damon raised his head and stared at Casimir through the mirror. Damn, Casimir loved him so much, would kill anyone who thought to harm him.

As they gazed at one another, Casimir pressed the tip of his cock against heaven. He pressed a hand over Damon's left shoulder, held him in place, then drove inside his ass.

Damon cried out. Casimir had never seen a more breathtaking sight than the look of raw passion transforming Damon's face.

"Let me know if you become uncomfortable on the counter." Casimir gripped both of Damon's shoulders and pulled his cock back slightly. "Understood?"

Breathing heavily, Damon closed his eyes then nodded. "Just…just stop standing there and fuck me already."

Casimir smirked at his mate's needy plea. "Feel it, nékah . Take just a moment and feel how intense my cock throbs inside your body."

Damon pushed back slightly on Casimir's dick. "Feels amazing." He opened his eyes as his canines extended.

Sliding a hand down his mate's side, Casimir studied him in the mirror. He was savagely bewitching. His wild beast.

Placing his other hand on Damon's hips, Casimir asked, "Fast or slow, my love?"

Damon gripped the edge of the long counter and pushed his ass out a little farther like he was getting ready for a wild ride. "Fast."

Casimir gave a single nod, braced his feet, then pounded into his mate's ass, driving Damon onto his cock with every forward thrust. Then Casimir's gaze lowered, watching as his dick drove in and out of his mate's ass.

"Your body clenches my cock so firmly, gives me so much pleasure." He glanced up.

"So much pleasure," Damon said with a pant. "Make me come. I'm so close."

"Stroke your dick, nékah ." Casimir tilted his head back slightly, his lips parting. "I want to see you bring yourself off. Want to feel your ring of muscle clamp down on my cock."

Damon reached between his legs and stroked his cock to Casimir's fast thrusting. His mate gasped a few times, his head thrown back, his mouth dropped open slightly.

"Casimir!" Damon's body convulsed, his hole gripping Casimir's cock, making it almost impossible to thrust. The scent of his mate's cum filled the bathroom, triggering Casimir's orgasm.

He grunted and buried his cock deep, his release pulsing inside his mate. Casimir curled his arms around Damon and pulled him to his chest, riding the tiny aftershocks. Then he slid his hand down and splayed it over Damon's stomach.

"Are you as amazed as I am that we created a child together?" He kissed his mate's neck.

Damon stared at Casimir's hand through the mirror. "It still doesn't feel real. I don't think it will until my gut starts popping out."

Casimir laughed. He never thought he could feel this happy. "Go for your ride, nékah . Just promise me you'll be careful." He kissed his mate's neck again. "And bring me back some barbeque."

"You can clean up the room while I'm gone." Damon grinned.

An hour ago a ton of boxes had been delivered, all for Casimir. He'd been shocked when he'd learned his mate had gone online and put an expedited delivery on clothes, shoes, and toiletries for him. It touched his heart Damon would do that for him.

"Has a squirrel made any purchases yet?" Casimir winked. Maybe while his mate was gone Casimir would perform a location spell and find his mate's keys, wallet, and cell phone. It was the least he could do after Damon had been so generous.

Plus, he felt bad, because Casimir had been the one who'd tossed Damon's jeans aside on that cliff and more than likely tossed them too close to the edge, making it easier for the wind to blow them away.

"Not yet." Damon hissed when Casimir's softening cock slipped from his body. "So much for my shower."