Chapter Six

Oh my gods. Oh my gods. Oh my gods.

"Fuck," I gasp out as our lips finally part. We breathe in each other's air as Casper leans his forehead against my own. It's becoming harder to keep my glamor in check, to keep this face in place. Kissing Casper is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I've kissed other people but it was never like this.

"Yeah," Casper says with a grin, "I think that's the plan."

I swallow thickly. "If that's what you want. But there's no rush, Casper. We go at your pace."

"My pace is getting naked and rutting against each other like overwhelmed teenagers. That sound good?"

I can't help but smile, huffing in amusement. "Yeah, that sounds fucking perfect."

I walk a few more steps before depositing Casper onto the bed. He starts stripping out of his clothes and I'm suddenly frozen in place, unable to do anything but watch as more and more skin is revealed. Holy shit. Holy fuck. I was not prepared for how hot my mate would be out

of his clothes!

Once Casper is down to his boxers, he looks at me with a raised brow. "Really? Are you just gonna watch? I don't think I'm gonna last long so if you wanna be involved, you better hurry your ass up, Zeke."

Casper touches his erection through his boxers and the sight of that spurs me into action. There's no way I'm not getting my hands on him. There's no way he's coming before I've even had a chance to fully appreciate him the way he deserves.

Casper lets out a gasp as I grip his ankle, tugging him until he's laid on his back at the edge of the bed. I tower over him, looking him up and down before pulling his hand away for his cock. Then I lean down and kiss his lips briefly before straightening. His eyes are wide, his cheeks red, his chest raising and falling with each breath. Gods, he's gorgeous.

"Don't you dare come," I tell him, watching in wonder as his eyes dilate with lust. "I was busy admiring you, Casper."

"Me? I'm not--" he cuts himself off, shaking his head. "I've never thought of myself as something worth admiring." My chest aches with the soft confession and I promise myself to do everything in my power to show him that he is.

"You are. You deserve to be properly worshiped, Casper."

"Then show me."

I don't think I've ever stripped out of my clothes faster and I almost worry I've somehow gone into my phantom form to get myself naked. Thankfully, I can tell I'm still completely corporeal.

Glancing up at Casper, making sure I have permission, I slowly pull his boxers away, tossing them over my shoulder. The little display puts him at ease and he gives me a little huff of amusement.

As I run my fingers over the inside of his calf, Casper opens his thighs, making a place for me between them. I kneel up on the bed between his legs, touching him reverently, amazed that I even get to have this, that Lady Fate has brought the two of us together. I'm in complete awe.

My fingers touch over his thighs, feeling them tense. I'm not sure if he's nervous or if I've hit a ticklish spot. Someday soon I plan on learning every single thing his body is telling me, I'll learn how to properly play him without a single word. Until then, words are necessary.

"Everything okay so far? If anything is too much or something doesn't feel good, all you have to do is tell me. I want this to be good for both of us."

"I'm good," Casper says, raising his left foot and placing it on my back, pushing me until I'm falling down onto my arms. Then he wraps both his legs around my waist, tugging me even further until our cocks are pressed together. "Fuck," he gasps out. "There we go. That's better. I was promised rutting."

"I somehow already adore you," I tell him with a grin so wide my cheeks start to hurt. "I promised rutting so that's exactly what you'll get. But if you want more, all you have to do is ask, okay?"

Casper whines. "Okay, fine. I'll ask. Now come on," he says with a huff, raising his own hips off the bed in order to himself against me. We both moan as he moves against me, our dicks rubbing against each other.

My mouth finds Casper's jaw, laying wet, opened mouth kisses against his skin as we grind together. There's absolutely no finesse, no rhyme or reason to our rutting, but it's somehow perfect. Precum wets our stomachs. It feels good. So good. But I want more.

Thankfully, apparently Casper does as well.

"More," he breathes out, his fingers running over my hair before his nails are digging into my shoulder. "Please, Zeke. I want you.""How do you want me, Casper? Tell me?"

"In me. Please."

"Are you sure?"

Casper makes an annoyed noise, biting my shoulder hard before pulling back and glaring up at me. "You said all I had to do was ask. Well, I'm asking. Fuck me, Zeke. Mate me. Make me yours."

A noise that sounds suspiciously like a growl leaves me, rumbling in the center of my chest. Fuck. The things Casper is asking of me is turning my insides upside down. I want it. I need it. So that's exactly what I'm going to do.

I flip us until we're side to side with Casper's leg around my hip, leaving me room to reach his ass. I run my hand over his ass cheek a few times until I feel him let out a sigh, relaxing, only then do I venture further, running the pad of my finger over his hole.

"Oh," I breathe out, finding him wet and ready for me. "I didn't know familiars worked like that."

"Banshee's don't?"

I smile against Casper's lips. "Only during mating season."

"Banshee's have mating seasons? Oh, we are so exploring that in the future," he says but then his voice is cut off with a moan as I push my finger inside him. "Oh my gods. Zeke. Fuck, that feels so--" his voice trails off as he pushes back against my hand, fucking himself on my finger.

As he buries his face against my throat, Casper continues to make the prettiest noises, begging for more. When I feel him soft and ready around my finger, I push in a second, quickly followed by a third. He's so responsive, so sensitive to every touch. His noises are addicting, making me ache with how badly I want him.

Casper is mine and I plan on claiming him as such. No one will be able to smell him or look at him without knowing that he's taken. I want to possess him, body and soul.

"Enough of this," Casper says, making a frustrated noise. He flips me onto my back before climbing into my lap. "Enough teasing. I need you, Zeke."

"Then take me."

Casper reaches back, positioning me at his entrance before taking me into his body. I groan in pleasure as my cock is encompassed in wet heat. Fuck. Holy shit. He feels so good and not only does it feel good physically but I feel connected to him emotionally.

I'm overwhelmed. I can't breathe. I'm exactly where I need to be.

I feel like I'm coming home.

"Fuck, Zeke. Fuck."

"Yeah. That's what we're doing."

Casper snorts, smacking my chest and making me chuckle. He leans down in order to kiss me, his hips moving up ever so slightly, shifting on my cock. It must feel good because he's gasping. I can't believe we're doing this. I can't believe I'm inside my mate right now when just yesterday I didn't even know he existed.

We kiss, hurried and frantic as Casper begins to properly move, fucking himself on my cock. I should probably be embarrassed by how quickly my orgasm is rushing towards me but I'm too lost in Casper's kisses, too overwhelmed by how fucking right he feels around me and over me.

"Bite me," I whisper against his lips, desperately needing to be marked by my mate. "Claim me, Casper."

Casper stares down at me with wide eyes before he's moving faster than I thought possible. His teeth find my shoulder, biting down hard enough to break skin. It hurts but also feels so fucking good at the same time. Goosebumps raise across my skin and my stomach floods with warmth and arousal like I've never felt before. I cry out as pleasure rushes through me.

"Fuck!" My cock throbs within Casper's ass, panting his inner walls with my seed, filling him up. I feel our mating bond begin to settle within me, but it's not fully complete, not until I bite him back. I need to mark him the same way he's marked me.

But first…

Grabbing Casper's hips, I pull him away from my cock. He begins to whine in frustration but that whine quickly turns into a surprised squeak as I turn him around above me. With him on his hands and knees with his ass just above my face, I quickly get to work.

"Oh my gods. You're-- I can't believe you're doing that. Zeke!"

My tongue lavishes his pink hole, licking his slick and my cum into my mouth. Our flavors mixed together are downright divine. It's salty and sweet and musky and delicious. I place my lips over his hole and suck, rewarded by Casper's legs nearly giving out and the most glorious scream of pleasure.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Zeke. Please. I'm so close!"

I wedge my tongue into his hole in order to chase the taste, thankful for once that my banshee tongue is longer than that of a human's, capable of reaching every last drop. Casper's hips move against my face, riding my tongue. My cock gives a valiant twitch, lust pooling heavy in my gut as I eat my mate out.

Reaching beneath him, I grab Casper's cock, stroking him as I lick his hole over and over and over again. His breathing picks up, his cries becoming closer and closer together.

I plunge two fingers into his hole with my free hand, wanting to stimulate his prostate while I'm stroking his cock and licking around my fingers. He's so close, I can tell.

"Please," Casper says, his voice breaking. As much as I want to continue eating him out, I need to claim my mate. I move my mouth away from his hole, but don't go far. Right when I know the pleasure is getting to be too much for him, I dig my teeth into the meaty part of Casper's outer thigh until I hear him cry out and feel the warm splash of his cum on my chest.

I can feel him. I can feel my mate at the center of my chest. Our bond is firmly in place and I know without a shadow of a doubt this is exactly where I'm supposed to be, with the person I'm meant to be with. Nothing will ever be able to break this bond, it's unshakable. His pleasure is my pleasure, his sorrow will be mine.

Casper leans his forehead against my thigh, trying to get his breathing under control. As gently as possible, I remove my fingers from his ass, quickly licking them clean before helping him move until he's beside me once more.

"Jesus," Casper breathes out, putting his hand on the center of my chest, looking at me like he's just seen Lady Fate Herself. If I'm being honest, I understand the feeling because I'm feeling it too.

I place my hand against Casper's face, cupping his cheek gently. "Do you feel that?"

"I do," he whispers back, his smile stealing my breath for how soft it is. "You're mine. I always joked that my poor mate would be so unlucky to find me. Now though, I realize how foolish that was. We were meant to be."

I can't help but place a gentle peck against his lips, overwhelmed by the soft confession. "I may or may not have thought the same. We really are a pair, aren't we? We can work on this whole ‘self-acceptance thing'. Together."

"Together," Casper says, his voice just barely audible. I can feel him smiling against my skin. "I like that."

Me too. I like that more than words can say, so instead of saying anything more, I just hold my mate tight.