The Prince’s Mate (Fate’s Gambit)

Twenty-Four

Caelan

Who knew getting to rip your worst enemy's head off his shoulders resulted in the best sleep of your life? I didn't think I'd ever slept this well.

Stretching my arms above my head and dislodging a familiar scaly member of our weird little family in the process, I blinked my eyes open, taking a moment to soak in the utter contentment. Walker was wrapped around me like a barnacle, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

"And I think that's my cue to leave," Ro declared.

"Hang on!" I said, pressing my fingers against his side to stop him.

"What?" he asked, and I smiled.

"I wanted to thank you," I said, and he hissed softly.

"You already did that," he said, and I shook my head.

"Not for that. I mean, yes, I'm thankful you came to my rescue, but I wanted to thank you for what you did for us. I don't think we would be together right now if it wasn't for you," I said sincerely, and Ro'Shassz smacked his tail into my face.

"I didn't do anything. I'm leaving now," he said, and then disappeared. I grinned. I didn't think it was possible to embarrass Ro'Shassz. Time to mark another thing off my bucket list.

"What are you thinking about?" Walker asked, and I glanced down at him, a smile spreading on my lips as I met his amber gaze.

"Hi," I murmured. "I was just thinking Ro looks cute when he's embarrassed."

"How did you manage to embarrass him?" Walker asked in surprise, and I chuckled.

"I thanked him for playing matchmaker and helping us get together," I said, and Walker grinned.

"Yep. That should do it."

I felt a sudden twisting feeling in my stomach, and I sucked in a breath, stunned. It took me a minute to realize what the pain was, and when I did, my eyes widened.

"What is it?" Walker asked, worry clear in his voice.

"Walker...I think-I think I'm hungry," I said.

His eyes lit up with excitement and he sat up quickly, grabbing my hands in his. "Oh my God! Really? Wait, does that mean our bond is complete? Why didn't we feel anything?"

"I don't know. Could it have happened when we were asleep?" I asked.

"Maybe. Dad said it can happen anytime. But who cares? You can eat! Oh, I got samosas and tikkis. Let me heat them up!"

Walker was off the bed and out of the room before I could tell him to take a breath, and I shook my head as I got up, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and carried another for him into the kitchen.

Walker stood buck-ass naked in the kitchen, with an apron covering his front, though I still had a wonderful view of his ass. I whistled softly, and he grinned at me as he set the microwave to heat up the food he'd bought earlier today. It felt surreal to think of all that had happened today. We'd woken up together in bed, and then I'd ended up killing the man who'd made much of my human life hell. Now, I was standing in the kitchen with my almost naked mate, about to eat something for the first time in centuries.

"This doesn't feel real," I said, and his grin softened. Walking up to me, he wrapped his arms around me and pressed a soft kiss to my lips.

"It's real, Kitty. And it's about damn time," he added, making me smile against his lips. Stepping back, he spread his arms wide and quirked a brow at me.

"So you like my outfit, huh?"

"Why don't you give me a twirl and I'll tell you," I suggested, and he rolled his eyes but did as I'd asked.

"Wow," I murmured, feeling a desperate need to lick every inch of the smooth skin of his back. Stepping closer, I pulled him to me, pressing his back to my chest. My erection pressed against his ass through the thin layer of my sweatpants, and Walker let out a breathy moan.

"Can I taste you?" I murmured into his ear, and he nodded quickly. Smiling, I whirled him around and pressed him against the counter. Kissing him, I slid my tongue into his mouth as my fingers searched out the apron's sash, untying it as Walker pressed into me. I nipped at his lower lip as the apron dropped to the ground, and then went on my knees after it, coming face-to-face with his hard, leaking cock.

"Shit!" Walker gasped out and grabbed the counter as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and drew him in. Way back when, it had taken me a few decades after I started hooking up with Day to start enjoying giving head, but now it was an activity I enjoyed very much. Nothing could've prepared me for how good it would feel to have my mate in my mouth, though.

"Oh, Kitty, your mouth is just...wow," Walker murmured, and I pulled back to wink up at him. Wrapping my palm around his generous length, I lapped off the pre-cum like a cat licking cream. Walker moaned loudly, telling me he enjoyed it very much, and I grinned, doubling my efforts.

I sank onto his cock again, taking him as deep into my mouth as he would go. I didn't have a gag reflex, and I pressed on until my nose was buried in his wiry hair. Walker's fingers sifted through my hair before curling into them, and I moaned. My cock was rock hard in my pants, and I desperately wanted to take it out and jack myself off, but I had a feeling my legs were too jelly to hold me up without the assistance of my hands gripping Walker's hips.

Swallowing around him, I elicited another moan from him, and I squeezed his hips, hoping he'd understand what I was trying to tell him. He must have, because in the next second, he started moving. He was slow at first, careful, but I patted his hips, meeting his eyes and letting him know I was okay, and he quickened his pace. He started fucking my face, and it felt better than anything I could've imagined.

I kept eye contact with him the whole time, and thankfully he didn't seem to find it weird. I liked knowing it was him, though, and what better way to do that than looking into his unique amber eyes?

Walker

I might've died again and gone to Afterworld. That was the only logical explanation for how fucking good I felt. Now more than ever, I was glad I'd never done this with anyone else. I'd never felt the urge to, and for the longest time, I'd assumed I was asexual because of it. Who knew I'd just been waiting for Mr. Right?

"I'm gonna come," I warned, and Caelan's lips tightened around my cock more if that was even possible. I hunched over him, gasping out his name again and again as my orgasm drew close.

When I came, he swallowed every drop, drinking me down as I shook and shuddered over him. He pulled back when he was done and licked his lips like the satisfied Kitty he was. Smiling, I shook my head, my limbs feeling too noodle-like to do much more than to slump against the counter.

My eyes roamed over him, coming to rest on the tent in his pants, and I licked my lips. "My turn," I declared, and Caelan's eyes widened.

"Are you sure? You don't have to," he said as he shakily stood up, and I rolled my eyes.

"I know I don't have to. I want to. Unless it's not something you enjoy?" I asked. We'd both said we weren't fans of anal, but we hadn't explicitly discussed blow jobs.

"Having those plush lips of yours around my cock? Trust me, I'm going to enjoy that," Caelan said with a smirk, and I grinned. Grabbing him at the waist, I turned him around and pressed his ass against the counter before sinking to my knees in front of me. I pulled his pants off, leaving them bunched around his ankles, and licked my lips at the sight of his leaking, swollen dick. He was smaller than me, but a lot thicker, with bulging veins lining his length.

I wrapped my palm around him, testing his weight in my palm before licking the pre-cum off his head. He groaned, and I watched from the corner of my eyes as his claws came out and dug into the underside of the counter.

"Damn, Walker. I'm already so close. I don't think I'll last long," he murmured, and I grinned up at him.

"Then I guess we'll just have to do this again so I can take my time," I said, and he groaned out a laugh as I wrapped my lips around him. I couldn't take him anywhere as deep as he took me, but I did my best, jacking him off with my hand and using my tongue on the head of his cock.

Like he'd said, it didn't take him long to come, and while I'd like to say I didn't let a drop go to waste, I unfortunately couldn't swallow it all. Some dribbled down my chin, though I made sure to lick his dick clean when he was done.

Caelan offered me his hand, and I took it, pulling myself up. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close, his blue eyes warm and full of love. Leaning close, he licked my lips. Not the tiny licks, but a big, cat-like lick that started at my chin and ended at my upper lip. I blinked in surprise, and it took me a moment to realize he was licking his cum off my face.

"Fuck, Caelan," I murmured, wrapping my arms tight around him and pulling him into a hug when he was done. I buried my face in the crook of his neck and breathed him in. "I'm so glad you're here."

"Nowhere else I'd rather be," he replied in a soft voice, and I smiled against his skin.

His stomach growled loudly, and I pulled back with a chuckle.

"Come on, time to get some food in you," I said excitedly. "I hope you like Indian. If not, I'll make you a sandwich or something."

"I'm sure I'll like it," he said. He pulled his pants up, tying the drawstring again. Then, he walked over to the dining table and picked another pair of sweatpants from one of the chairs, handing it to me. "Here."

"What, you don't want to keep looking at me?" I teased, and his eyes heated up.

"I would love nothing more than for you to stay just like that, but I'm afraid I won't be able to enjoy eating as much as you want me to with you distracting me like that. And, I don't think Ro'Shassz would appreciate the sight as much as I do."

I agreed with him on that, so I took the pants from him and put them on before plating our food for us. We decided to eat on the couch, and I sat leaning against the armrest with my toes buried under Caelan's thigh so I could watch his reaction to the food.

He picked up a samosa and eyed it for a moment, his eyes flickering to mine as he took his first bite. He chewed thoughtfully, and I watched his every move like a hawk. If my staring made him uneasy, he didn't say, but he also didn't tell me to stop, so I kept on watching him.

"It's good," he said finally, and I grinned. "A little spicy, but I like it."

"Oh, I can't wait to introduce you to all my favorite foods!" I said excitedly, and he smiled, wrapping his free hand around my ankle as he balanced the plate on his thighs.

"I can't wait either. I love you, Walker. I'm excited to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Love you too. We're going to have so many adventures together," I promised him, and he smiled at me as he took another bite of the samosa, and I followed suit.

Ro'Shassz

So, everything was good. All the loose ends tied up, all the dark souls thrown into the Chasm. Love declarations had been made, and naked time—that I expertly avoided but couldn't unsee the evidence of—had been spent, and now Walker and Caelan were officially and completely together.

I'd done a good job, hadn't I? Damien sure seemed to think so. Arty thought they would've ended up at this point without my meddling, but I didn't agree. I deserved some credit for getting them together, and Arty wasn't going to take it from me.

Step : Celebrate. The mission has finally been accomplished.