Chapter Eighteen

"I was thinking we could make that area over there the baby's nursery." Damon pointed to the other side of the room where his breakfast table was. "No, wait, that's where we had breakfast the morning you got all emotional on me. Now I think about it every time we sit there."

"You mean the morning you took off out the window and made me chase you?" Casimir teased.

A wide grin spread across Damon's face. "That's part of the memory, goof. And what you did to me when you caught me." His grin faded. "How about…" He spun around their bedroom. Although the room was large, Damon couldn't decide where to set up the nursery in their bedroom.

He reached for his beard to run his fingers through, only to remember he'd shaved it off, refusing to be a hairy pregnant guy. Now he missed it.

"I still don't see why we can't use the room across the hall," Casimir argued. "Elvine is Jax's mate, which means she won't need it anymore."

"Just because they're mates doesn't mean she'll instantly sleep in his room."

Casimir frowned. "Why not? They have Arion to take care of."

"Babe." Damon shook his head. "They probably started to look at each other as family, like I see her as a pesky, funny little sister, and then they discover they're mates. It's probably going to be a readjustment for them."

"But they're not family," Casimir stated. "Friends turn into lovers all the time."

"I don't think…" He reached for his beard again and groaned. As soon as he popped the pup out—he still didn't know from where—he was growing his damn beard back. He made sure to whisper, just in case she heard him. Preternatural hearing. "I don't think she's…" He didn't feel right talking about her intimate life. "She doesn't look that experienced to me."

Casimir's brows shot up. "You do remember she's over a thousand years old, right? I highly doubt she hasn't—"

"Bleh." He held up his hand. "Don't say it. I feel like I'm discussing my baby sister's…"

"Sex life?" Casimir smirked.

"You keep that word out of your mouth." Damon pointed a finger at him. It might have been close to three weeks since Elvine had entered their lives, but she had a way about her that had endeared her to their family.

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.

That only made Damon laugh again. "Didn't I tell you we had to work on your sexy talk?"

Damon yelped when Casimir lifted him up and carried him to the bed. Then he laid him down softly.

"I thought you were going to make me bounce."

His mate splayed his hand over Damon's stomach, a tender look in his eyes. "I don't want to jostle our nyliché ." Damon's heart warmed until Casimir said, "But you will be bouncing, sweetheart. Just in a different way."

He chuckled. "Your sexy talk is improving." Who was Damon kidding? His mate was amazing at it. He just liked giving Casimir a hard time. "And I highly doubt you can jostle our…how do you say it again?"

Casimir groaned. "Nye-lish. And here I thought those pop quizzes paid off."

"I got a quiz you can pop." Damon pulled his mate down to him. "But you have to guess where it is."

Damon's breath caught when Casimir spread his legs and pressed the head of his cock at his entrance. He furrowed his brows when he didn't feel the spurt. When Damon looked down, he saw his mate cupping the head, catching the pre-cum in his hand.

"What are you doing?" He had no clue why his mate would stop Damon's muscles from relaxing before fucking. It made no sense.

Until Casimir leaned forward and went to work stretching himself.

Damon. Was. Dying.

He couldn't move or think as he watched with greedy eyes how Casimir writhed as his arm pumped back and forth. Damon probably looked like an idiot, with his mouth hanging open and a wide-eyed stare consuming his face, but he didn't care. What Casimir was doing was so erotic Damon wanted to burn the image into his memory.

When Casimir dropped forward, Damon sucked in a quick breath, fearing for a second that Casimir would land right on top of him. But his hand hit the covers, right next to Damon's head, using his free hand to guide Damon's cock to his lubed hole. Damon's lungs froze and he couldn't move as he watched Casimir impale himself.

"Don't. Move." Casimir gasped. "You have to give me a moment. I've never done this before."

Damon was shocked. "I'm taking a four-thousand-year-old man's virginity?" No goddamn way. Holy… He wasn't sure what to think, but he was honored his mate was giving it to him.

"If my nékah can carry my child, then I can gift him with something no one else has had." He blew out his breath. "Let me know if I'm crushing you."

"Sweetheart." Damon cupped Casimir's cheeks. "I…thank you."

Casimir looked down at him, his eyes still glowing. "I love you, ceutya nétya . I would give you anything your heart desires. You were mostly a top until you mated with me. I don't want to take that pleasure from you." He winked. "How's my sexy talk now?"

Damon chuckled. "Phenomenal. Take your time, babe. Adjust to my girth inside of you." He ran his hands up and down Casimir's sides, amazed at how gorgeous his warrior looked sitting atop him.

Every time Damon turned around, Casimir proved to him what an incredible mate he had. His fae had ridden through Damon's storm, had stuck by his side, and comforted him when he needed it most. Protected him, risked his own life to feed him, loved him, and if it wasn't for Casimir showing up when Damon was in the deep sleep, Damon wasn't sure where his life would be right now.

"I love you." Damon placed his hands on his mate's lean hips. "More than you will ever know."

His mate smiled warmly at him. "I know how much you love me. I can feel it in your gaze every time you look at me, every time you laugh, and every gasp you give me when I make love to you."

Damon flexed his fingers on Casimir's hips. "Fast or slow?"

His mate chuckled. "I am sitting on my pregnant nékah . I refuse to be rough."

With a growl, Damon flipped them, dropping Casimir on his back. "Fast or slow?" he snarled.

Casimir's eyes became heavy-lidded. "Fast."

"Whatever my virgin mate wants." Damon winked, reared back, and gripped his mate under his knees, locking Casimir's legs to his sides.

"Why aren't you moving?" Casimir moaned. "I've never felt a cock pounding my ass. I want to feel it, Damon."

"Feel it, nékah . Take just a moment and feel how intense my cock throbs inside your body." The same exact words Casimir had given him.

"Trust me…" Casimir panted, his features strained. "I feel your dick in every inch of my ass."

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 kuynté, ceutya 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, ceutya yato ." 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 kuynté, ceutya 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 ."

Damon cupped Casimir's handsome face, kissed him fiercely, curled his hips upward, and pushed his cock deep into his mate's tight heat. He punched his hips faster as he swept his tongue inside Casimir's mouth, sliding his fingers over the sensitive points of his mate's ears and smiling when they wiggled.

Then he sank his fangs into mate's neck, crushed his lips into his skin, and drank what he needed.

Casimir threw his head back and cried out, his cum erupting between them. Damon licked the pinpricks closed then sank his canines into his mate's shoulder, thrusting hard before he buried his cock, convulsing and shuddering as he came.

He extracted his teeth and licked the wound, resting his forehead against his mate's neck. "That was the most intense orgasm of my life."

Casimir curled his arms around Damon and chuckled.

"Okay, maybe it wasn't for you." He frowned, wondering why his mate was laughing.

"Oh, no. It was phenomenal," Casimir said with a grin. "We are definitely going to take turns bottoming." He gazed at Damon, merriment in his eyes. " Ceutya yato ." Another chuckle escaped. "You called me your beautiful feed."

Damon groaned. "I thought I was being smooth. I've lost my Rick-Blaine charm."

Casimir kissed him just under his ear. "I am your beautiful feed. You're amazing, banana bag."

He slapped Casimir's chest as he laughed. "Asshole. You were supposed to let me get away with that slipup."

"I'll never let you get away." Casimir kissed him. "After an eternity of loneliness, I've finally found a home in you, and I'm not giving that up for anything."

Damon swallowed roughly. He felt the exact same way about his mate. "I think Jax needs to make that store run, because if you keep talking to me that way, I'm going to need a ton of ice cream to cry into."

Grinning, Casimir hugged him tightly, and Damon prayed his warrior never let him go because he wanted to stay in the man's arms forever.

THE END