Chapter Nine

Casimir walked to the kitchen, his gaze sweeping over Damon as his mate stood at the stove cooking something that smelled delicious. He leaned his shoulder against the wall at the entrance, taking a moment to appreciate the sight before him.

Damn if the wolf didn't make a pair of boxer briefs and a simple T-shirt look sexier than any lingerie Casimir had ever seen. He even found the hair on his mate's muscular legs arousing.

"I can feel your perverted eyes all over my body," Damon said with a smirk in his voice. "Unless my culinary skills drew you into my lair."

A grin spread across Casimir's face. After the life he'd lived, he never thought he would find himself in a domestic situation. His heart squeezed with warmth as he watched his mate stir whatever was in the cast-iron skillet.

"Depends on whether that delicious smell is coming from you or the food." Pushing off the wall, he crossed the kitchen to stand behind Damon, loving the fact he was taller than his mate. He also loved getting to know the softer side of Damon. The side of him that existed before the sleep.

Casimir slid his arms around Damon's waist and glanced over his shoulder. "Let me guess." He inhaled the fragrances filling the kitchen. "Potatoes."

"You're cheating since you can see them." Damon chuckled, leaning back against Casimir's chest. "Now impress me."

"What if someone walks into the kitchen?" Casimir grunted when his mate playfully elbowed him.

"You know exactly what I mean, horndog."

"Okay." Casimir grinned. "Let me try again." He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. "Sundried tomatoes."

He loved adding them to his dishes, when he'd been able to cook and not have to rely on processed food. Staying on the constant move was not a great way to live.

"I'm yawning already. Wake me up when you can do better," Damon teased, continuing to stir the potatoes with a wooden spoon.

Feeling mischievous, Casimir gently nipped his mate's ear. "I can definitely wake you up, nékah ." He pressed his growing erection against Damon's flared backside, groaning at the memory of how tight it had felt when he'd been buried inside his mate. He swayed his hips in a gentle rhythm, purposely rocking Damon with him.

Another low moan escaped him as Damon pressed his firm ass against his groin. If they'd had the house to themselves, Casimir would have taken his mate right there in the kitchen.

"In about five seconds, I'm not going to care who walks in." He gripped Damon's hips and pressed his cock harder against his mate's ass. They hadn't had sex since the cliff, and although Casimir had been more concerned with comforting his mate at the time, he'd yet to spill his seed inside his nékah .

When Damon turned, his lips parted as if to say something, Casimir reached over and cut the burner off then grabbed Damon and trapped him against the counter. He captured his mate's lips with his own, pouring his desperate need into the kiss.

Damon clutched Casimir's shoulders and clung to him, moaning as he devoured Casimir's mouth and sucked at his tongue. Fuck. He wanted to feel those lips sucking his cock.

With a low snarl, Casimir yanked his head back and spun Damon, bending his upper body over the counter, desperate to bury his cock in that tight heat.

"Whoa!" Jax said before he spun around and walked out of the kitchen. Then he hollered, "We put food on that damn counter. Take it to your bedroom, guys."

"What?" Elvine said.

"Don't go—"

But Jax didn't get to finish his warning. Elvine flew into the kitchen then shrieked. She flew out of there so fast Casimir thought she would smack her head on the top of the doorframe.

Damon still lay across the counter after Casimir begrudgingly pulled away. His mate's body shook with quiet laughter.

"What's so funny?" Casimir frowned, his cock still hard and throbbing.

"I can't believe I got busted bending over in the kitchen." Damon wiped the tears from his eyes. "Now Elvine is scarred for life."

"So is your nyzant ." Casimir grinned.

"Nah." Damon grabbed two plates from the cupboard. "They've seen me having sex before." He divided the potatoes before setting the skillet down.

"They've walked in on you before?" Casimir chuckled. He hadn't expected his mate to be a virgin. Not when Damon was over two hundred years old. As long as he didn't go into any details, he didn't mind hearing his mate talk about past lovers.

"They were there." Damon grabbed two forks from a drawer.

Casimir stopped his mate from moving. "What do you mean they were there? Are you saying they like watching you having sex?"

As much as he liked Jaytee and Jax, Casimir couldn't fathom the idea of them in the same bedroom as he made love to his mate.

Damon's smile faded. "We've shared men before." His tone was guarded with a bite of anger. "If you even think about judging us, you're—"

"I'm not judging you, Damon." Casimir gazed down at his mate. "I was just caught off guard and trying to get a better understanding of what you were saying." He shook his head. "Your past doesn't bother me, hon."

Damon looked skeptically at him.

"I've tasted the pleasure of sharing a partner myself," he whispered into Damon's ear. "I know the allure, nékah ." Casimir traced his tongue along the curve of Damon's ear. "Even though we will never share our bed with anyone else, I am more than willing to fulfill any carnal desire you may have."

Damon shuddered, his breathing coming out in short pants as he gazed up at Casimir. "Grab our drinks so we can get upstairs."

They grabbed their food and drinks and the rest of what they needed then headed to their bedroom. Casimir ignored Jax's knowing smirk when they passed him.

As soon as they entered, Damon kicked the door closed with the heel of his foot. "You better eat what I cooked first. I didn't take my tired butt downstairs for nothing."

Casimir stared at the plates his mate placed on the small table on the other side of the room. "You did this for me?"

Damon was setting down the bottle of hot sauce and forks, his back to Casimir. "My dad does a lot of the cooking, but we have to fend for ourselves in the morning." Damon shrugged. "I didn't want you to starve."

This was their first morning together, aside from the cliff. While his mate had been struggling, Casimir had stayed in the guest bedroom and eaten whatever was offered to him each morning by one of the Frost men, Raidh, or Elvine.

Damon's family was kind and caring, but Casimir still felt out of place around them. After being alone for so long, he wasn't used to family dynamics and often found himself at odds with how to fit into their household.

The only pleasure Casimir had truly enjoyed during that week was getting to know his nephew. While Casimir's brother, Galamir, possessed a rotten heart, his son was truly a treasure.

But Casimir was overwhelmed that his mate had gone downstairs specifically to cook and provide him with breakfast. To some, it may seem like a simple act, but Casimir was honored and deeply touched his mate had taken the time and effort to prepare him a meal.

"Are you okay?" Damon frowned. He gestured at Casimir's face. "You look like your allergies are acting up. Your eyes are watery, and you have this weird look on your face."

"You have a very dusty room." Casimir cleared his throat.

Damon crossed his arms and scowled. "So, you're gonna cover up an emotional moment by insulting me? I'll have you know Elvine cleans this room very thoroughly." He crossed the room and pulled Casimir into his arms. But instead of a warm embrace, it was more like his mate was holding him like a child while patting his back. "Tell Papa Damon what's wrong."

Casimir's brows shot up. " N ékah , if you're my méallan , I'm going to need some serious therapy."

His mate's shoulders began to shake before he threw his head back and laughed. Never in a million years would Casimir tire of hearing that sound. "It's what my dad would say when we were juveniles and were upset." Damon wiped at his eyes. "Except it was simply Papa."

"I don't believe I have to actually point this out, but I am neither a child nor related to you."

"I was just trying to comfort you." Damon shrugged with a lingering smile. "You're the first person I've ever had to comfort, other than my brothers, and they would knock me out cold if I did that to them."

With an arched brow, Casimir walked to the table. "I'm just going to forget you said it and hope I really don't need therapy." And not get upset that your brothers would harm you.

"Okay," Damon said after he sat. "Take a bite and tell me what's in the potatoes."

"As I recall, pop quizzes are forbidden." Casimir took a bite of the potatoes and groaned. He was still getting used to eating homecooked meals on a regular basis, but hands down, Damon's cooking was the best food he'd eaten so far since being here.

"I'm awesome, right?" Damon wiggled his brows. "Do you know why they taste so good?"

Casimir smirked as he chewed then swallowed. "Because you're awesome?"

His mate chuckled. "That, and the fact I added some special love to it."

Slowly, Casimir looked down at his plate. "Are you saying, uh, that you added…" He glanced at his mate.

Damon stared incredulously at him. "Dude, the shit that goes through your mind. No. I meant my secret spices. What's the word for gross in your language?"

"The closest thing I can think of is kíen , but—"

"You are downright kíen ," Damon growled.

Casimir palmed his face. "Please don't ever say that again."

He wasn't sure why that word had popped into his head, but Kalen would kill him if the guy ever found out Casimir had taught it to his son.

"That you have a potty brain?" Damon chuckled.

Dropping his hand, he looked at his mate. "You didn't let me finish. The closest word is kíen , but it means…" He palmed his face once more. "Just don't ever say it again. Your dad really would take me out back and beat my ass."

"Oh no, no, no ." Damon smirked devilishly at him. "You're definitely going to tell me what it means now."

"Food's getting cold." Casimir began to eat in earnest, hoping he choked on his food so he wouldn't have to tell his mate what it meant. He knew he was in trouble when Damon stood and walked to him.

"Tell me what it means if you want these boxers to drop, buddy." He crossed his arms. "You made me say it, so now you have to tell me what it means."

Casimir narrowed his eyes. "You would use our lovemaking as a bargaining tool?"

Damon poked him in the chest. "Don't you dare try to guilt-trip me, nékah . I want to know—" He yelped when Casimir jolted from his chair and grabbed him around the upper thighs, lifting him off his feet before dropping him onto the bed.

"Do you know how goddamn aroused you just made me by calling me your most cherished in Méityah language?" Casimir pinned Damon's wrists on either side of his head before taking possession of his lips.

He expected Damon would want fast and hard like he had on the cliff. But instead, he kissed Casimir just as tenderly in return.

A playful spark lit in Damon's eyes. "You think it'll be that easy?" He smirked.

Before Casimir understood what his mate meant, Damon bucked and rolled, placing Casimir on his back with lightning speed. He tried to grab Damon's hips, but his mate jumped up and raced around the bed.

Flipping to his hands and knees, Casimir narrowed his eyes as his muscles coiled. "I would not advise running, nékah . There is nowhere for you to go. So accept the fact that you are going to get fucked."

With a grin, Damon flicked his gaze to the window as he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

"Really?" Casimir asked challengingly as he pushed to his feet. "You don't think I can reach you before you even open it?" He sauntered around the bed, his heart beating faster knowing they were about to play chase. He jerked his jeans down his legs and left them on the floor, his cock jutting out in front of him, precum dripping from the slit.

He palmed his cock, giving the hard flesh a few strokes, watching as Damon's eyes locked onto what Casimir's hand was doing. "Get your gorgeous ass on the bed, nékah . I promise to be gentle. I'll fuck you nice and slow with this big cock."

Damon gave him a daft look. "Gentle is the opposite of what I want, nékah ."

Goddamn. Casimir had to grip his dick to stop from coming. "Every time you call me that, I want to fuck you hard and deep," he growled.

"If you can catch me, you can fuck me." Damon was out the window before Casimir was halfway across the room.

"Cheater," Casimir said to the open window, chuckling. "You're using your inhuman speed, naughty boy."

He took off out his mate's extra-wide window, thankful there weren't any close neighbors.

As soon as he was out, Casimir expanded his wings, hovering just outside the window.

Damon hovered near the forest, wearing a wide grin as he winked. "Out of breath, old man?" he taunted.

A smile curved Casimir's lips. "Age is meaningless to an immortal." He shot across the yard, his wings fluttering furiously as he gave chase. Damon's eyes widened then he spun and took off. But his hesitancy, plus Casimir's training, had cost him.

Casimir caught his mate around the waist then they spiraled toward the ground. Right before they hit the forest floor, Damon tucked in his wings, and Casimir placed him gently on his back then straddled him. Damon's chest was rising and falling rapidly as he smiled up at him.

"I guess you're not as old as you look." He chuckled, his eyes sparkling, causing Casimir's heart to squeeze at the gorgeous sight.

Dropping so his hands pressed on either side of his mate's head, Casimir leaned in close enough for their noses to nearly touch. "I caught you"—he slid his tongue over Damon's bottom lip—"so now I'm claiming my prize."

Damon shivered slightly. "Guess I shouldn't have stopped to taunt you."

"Don't. Move. A muscle." Casimir pressed his lips against Damon's, giving him a quick kiss before he scooted down his mate's legs. Locking eyes with Damon, Casimir slid his fingers into the waistband of Damon's underwear then slowly pulled them down, groaning when Damon's hard cock sprung free and slapped against his rigid abdomen.

His mate's cock was thick, and appeared to be around seven inches. The head was swollen, precum sliding down the side of the slightly curved shaft. Casimir ran his fingers over the hard flesh, causing Damon's erection to jerk.

"Such a beautiful cock," he murmured.

Damon gritted his teeth as he watched Casimir admire it. He cupped his mate's heavy sac, giving the wrinkled skin a gentle pull.

"You're torturing me," Damon gritted out. "Do something or get your hand away."

"My nékah is so hard and ready for me," Casimir crooned.

"I won't be hard in a second if you don't stop touching me." Damon closed his eyes, his jaw tight. "I'm too close."

With a grin, Casimir tugged softly on Damon's beard. "I believe it was you who told me that I needed to learn stamina."

Damon lifted his head and glared at him. "I'll learn it next time. Right now, put me out of my misery, or I'll do it myself."

Pressing his hand on his mate's chest, Casimir shook his head. "If you touch yourself, I will shackle your wrists. Take a deep breath, love. Try to calm your raging body." He leaned down, pressing his lips to Damon's ear. "Riding the edge makes your orgasm much more powerful when you finally let go."

He was also going to learn that Casimir gave far more pleasure than he asked for.

Damon's breath hitched. "What are we going to do, just stare at each other?"

"No, sweetheart." Casimir softly chuckled then nipped Damon's earlobe as their hard shafts skimmed against one another. "I'm going to slide your impressive cock between my lips."

"Oh shit," Damon groaned.

Holding back wasn't easy for Casimir either. He was just as hard and needy, but he wanted to take Damon to great heights. There was also fear in the pit of Casimir's stomach. They hadn't touched each other since the cliff, and he was afraid Damon's wolf would once again fail to claim him.

And then Damon would suffer all over again. But their bond was strong, and Casimir would never deny his mate what he needed.

Moving lower, he captured one of Damon's nipples between his lips, teasing the peeked flesh with his teeth. He suckled the skin as he breathed in the masculine scent. Damon bucked, his fingers curling into the grass as he tilted his head back and his lips parted.

"Feels so good," Damon whispered in ragged need.

Casimir wanted to bathe in Damon's scent as he rubbed his cheek over his mate's hard chest, nuzzling his skin before he drew the other nipple into his mouth.

As he lapped and nibbled, he glided his fingers down Damon's arms. His mate's body flexed under his touch. So responsive. Casimir loved touching his mate. Everything about the wolf turned him on. His smell. His touch. His lips. His body. And that gorgeous smile. He was drowning in Damon.

Slowly moving down his mate's body, Casimir kissed and nipped, teasing the skin with his teeth. He wanted to lick every single honed muscle his mate possessed.

Damon arched his back as his mouth dropped open slightly, exhaling a long and breathy moan. "Please…need your lips wrapped around my cock."

"Ride the edge, nékah. " Casimir stopped his descent when he reached Damon's rigid stomach. He lashed his tongue over and around Damon's navel, his mate's hard cock trapped under his chin. Then Casimir kissed his navel before giving his hip a little nip.

Damon's body jerked, his breathing shallow.

When Casimir glanced up, his breath caught at the famished look in Damon's eyes. He'd known the wolf shifter less than two weeks, but already Casimir was in love with him.

He didn't want to imagine a world without Damon in it. That would be too unbearable. Damon meant so much to him.

Casimir finally reached his prize. Damon's cock was so full that the head was a blushing purple, bobbing slightly with the man's pulse. He could already smell the pre-cum beaded at the slit and Damon's musky scent.

His lungs filled with the fragrance, making his mouth water as a deep need began to build inside of him. Flicking his tongue out, he lightly bathed the skin, lapping at the clear liquid.

"Gods," Damon said with a growl. "Suck it, Casimir."

"Patience, ceutya nétya ." Beautiful wolf. Casimir teased his fingers up and down Damon's cock and watched as his mate shuddered.

"I said to suck my dick, not stroke it." Damon panted.

"Keep complaining and I won't do either." That was a damn lie.

His mate groaned as Casimir cupped and squeezed his balls with his hand. He spread Damon's legs wider then nipped his mate's inner thighs, nuzzled his balls, and licked his wrinkled sac.

Using his thumbs, Casimir spread his mate's crease, opening Damon even farther. He groaned at the sight of his mate's puckered hole.

"Do it," Damon hissed.

Damon's legs jerked restlessly as Casimir licked and sucked at his mate's hole, breaching the ring of muscle with his tongue. Then he wet a finger before inching it into Damon's ass.

"Oh…I know…I know I love your mouth so much." Damon fisted Casimir's hair, tugging on the long strands while pressing down hard, driving Casimir's finger deeper. The man wasn't a quiet lover in the least.

With a smirk, he leaned forward and licked a long path up Damon's hard shaft then sucked the head into his mouth. He loved the taste of Damon, loved the saltiness.

Relaxing his throat, he took him all the way down until his nose touched curly hairs before pulling back, using the flat of his tongue to trace the thick vein on the side of Damon's cock.

"Jesus!" Damon thrust in short bursts, fucking Casimir's mouth. "I'm already close, baby."

Casimir grinned around the hard flesh before doubling his efforts.

"Casimir!" Damon writhed as he came, pulling Casimir's hair as his mate's body jerked. His cum splashed down Casimir's throat, and he drank every last drop.

His mate collapsed back down as Casimir pulled away, smiling up at Damon. "How was that for an old man?"

Damon grinned, showing off a set of bright, beautiful teeth. "Perfect."

"Glad you approve, nékah ." Casimir slowly climbed back up Damon's body, his cock trailing over his mate's stomach, leaving behind a clear line of pre-cum.

He stared down into his mate's captivating eyes, fascinated that this magnificent wolf had managed to shatter the chains of loneliness Casimir had carried inside of him for eons. The shifter ignited a spark within him to truly live instead of just surviving, to mold himself into everything Damon needed him to be, and, in turn, help Casimir finally feel whole.

" Metkíen kuynté, ceutya netya ."

Damon frowned. "What did you just say?"

Casimir grinned. "Maybe this old man will tell you later."