Chapter Eight

Tritus

Casimir grazed his nails up and down my back, teasing me and making the baby-fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up. My muscles relaxed, settling into the position and letting the kitchen table take on my weight. He was my mate. This is what we needed. His being unable to open up to me wasn’t the rejection I first thought it was. Something was going on there. He said it wasn’t a curse, but something haunted him. Something clung to his energy, and he used it like a shield.

Casimir’s nails grazed lower over my bare ass cheeks, drawing me back to the present moment. A happy sigh danced over my lips, and I pressed my palms flat against the table. Behind me, Casimir stood close enough that his hard dick pressed through his slacks against me. He was big and hard, and it was impossible not to grind back on him and imagine what it would feel like when he finally sank into me.

“Mate,” I murmured, rubbing against him as his hands disappeared, followed by the rest of him.

They reappeared rubbing up and down my calves as he nudged my legs wider apart. He was on his knees, caressing me and kissing my inner thighs right up to my balls. His hands slid up my legs, cupping my cheeks, kneading and spreading them as his tongue licked over the sensitive, textured skin of my scrotum.

“There,” I nodded. “Right there.”

He lapped at my skin, taking his time as his fingers massaged into my flesh. Later, I’d have little bruises in the spots where scales didn’t pop up to fight back but those were welcomed love wounds. They’d linger on my skin, proof that this was real – we’re real and back together.

Slickness pooled outside my omegahole and dribbled onto the skin below it for him to lap away. Holding me open, Casimir licked higher and higher until his nimble tongue circled my omegahole, teasing me until my hips rocked and swayed, trying to direct his tongue right where I wanted it. His grip tightened, but I didn’t hold still. I pushed back against him until his tongue ran over my needy hole. A moan of victory bubbled over my lips, and I pressed my forehead against the table. My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms instead of reaching out and gouging the hardwood.

He licked faster as if trying to stop the flow of my slick arousal. One of his hands slid from my ass, circled around, and grabbed my dick. I thrust forward, slipping all the way out of his fist, instead of just through it and he grabbed me again, growling against my body. The sound vibrated up my spine and I pushed back harder against his face, needing relief more than I ever needed it in my life.

“Casimir,” his name rolled off my tongue as his fist dragged along my shaft, covered in my slickness.

“Mine,” he growled against me. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I nodded. “All yours --- especially--- now.”

He’d broken my smartass button. The words didn’t come out snarky like I intended them. Instead, they crawled out of me like a whimper.

“I know it. You know it. You’re mine,” Casimir whispered, his breath playing on my skin before his tongue resumed its tormenting of me.

“Yours,” I nodded again, and it was true. I was his. I’d been his for a long ass time now. Life after life – time after time. This time it would work. This time we’d have a long happy life again. I’d make sure of it. I’d bring down empires if I had to. Whatever chased him now chased me too and it didn’t know who it was fucking with.

His tongue plunged into me again and again, teasing me with the illusion of what it might feel like when his cock finally sank into me. I wiggled my hips, begging for more. His fist pumped faster but he didn’t move to strip or stand up or take out his cock.

Everything inside me drew up tight. I was so fucking close. So close to exploding from the inside out and he didn’t stop giving me more. Waves of pleasure crashed into me – sinking into my skin and wrapping around my cock. Mostly it devoured my thoughts. It ate away at my worries and my to-do list until I was nothing more than a writhing ball of need and pleasure. My nails found the table. That would matter later but not right now. Nothing else mattered right now except for the man behind me driving me out of my scale forsaken mind.

“Mine,” he growled again.

That’s when I noticed his other hand had disappeared from me completely. His breaths came in heavy pants even as his tongue sank into my body again. I bit my lip. He was touching himself while he touched me. He was rubbing himself in time with his other fist pumping over my dick. His hands were so slick with my arousal that it had to be dripping from his fingers onto his own flesh by now.

“Casimir,” I whispered his name as my dick twitched against his tight grip.

“Mine,” he growled back, and I came in warm, sticky streams right there on the floor.

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. His fist still pumped, and his mouth still lapped at me. Then it all stopped and he wrapped an arm around my calf, leaning his head against my thigh as his fist pumped faster and harder over his own dick. I shifted enough to see his fist hammering away, gliding fast and tight over himself until his teeth grazed against my flesh. He growled and the sound morphed into a roar as he came, body shuddering and teeth imprinting into my thigh.

“Fuck!” I hissed but the bite was short.

When he let go of me I sat down on the floor with him because sitting in a chair would’ve left too much space between us. He leaned one arm against the table leg and pulled me over for a kiss. I scooted in between his legs and rested against him. His brain was still under lock and key, but his pounding heart and the proof of his pleasure splattered on the floor and his pants told me he enjoyed himself as much as I had.

He cleaned up the kitchen while I washed up and made up our plates. Then he stripped as naked as I was and washed his hands. We ate at the same table he drove me crazy over a few minutes before. We pulled our chairs onto the same side of the table close enough that we had to do the elbow dance to keep from bumping into each other. Still it felt as if Casimir wasn’t close enough to me. I draped my leg over his knee, and he rested a hand there while eating with the other one. That helped but didn’t chase away the tug of the mating response magic entirely. Nothing would except for our claiming vows. Maybe they’d happen tonight. Maybe they wouldn’t. We’d come a long way in a short time: From him leaving me bewildered at the Star Room to eating dinner naked with me.

“He just needed some time. Things are different where he comes from. Harder from what they all say. Once he realizes this isn’t Earthside, he’ll get his act together,” my dragon chimed into my thoughts.

I wasn’t sure he was right but wasn’t in the mood to argue. We ate red velvet cookies for dessert, and I went online to update our status to ‘mating moon’ so that the flight knew where to send the extra food and treats.