Page 13 of Forbidden Mischief

ASHER

Zayne's hand brushes against mine, his fingers barely grazing my skin, but it feels like an electric current.

I glance at him, his eyes dark with desire, the weight of his gaze heavy on me.

Slowly, he shifts closer in his seat, his breath warm against my cheek.

I can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles are coiled, ready to snap.

My heart thunders in my chest as I lean in, my lips only inches from his. His eyes flicker down to my mouth, and I know he's feeling it too—this pull, this magnetic force that draws us closer with every passing second.

Without thinking, my hand reaches up, cupping his jaw, my thumb brushing over the curve of his lips. His breath hitches, and that’s when I know—this is it.

I close the distance, tilting my head as I press my lips to his.

The feeling of his lips against mine has my heart in a tailspin. Fire licks up my spine, slowly spreading over me like a blanket.

Raising my hand, I bring it to the back of his head, tangling my fingers in his soft brown hair.

The tiny moan that leaves Zayne has a possessive growl bubbling in my chest and all the blood in my body rushing south. I’m painfully hard, cock straining against my jeans, demanding I spin my mate around, bend him over and take him right here, right now, everyone else in this theater be damned.

“I hate to break this up.” Prudence taps my shoulder, another growl for a whole different reason threatening to break free. “Because, like I encouraged it and everything,” she whispers. “But people are looking and you're giving off PG-13 vibes with the intention of going R-rated.”

Breaking apart with a low groan, I can’t hold back any longer, my eyes open and lock on Zayne’s.

He licks his lips, swollen from our kisses, making my cock jerk. Fuck, he’s so gorgeous it’s hard to look at him, even in the darkness of the theater.

His lips twitch into a shy smile, blazing eyes telling me he really likes what we just did.

So did I. More than what's probably appropriate.

“We should probably watch the movie,” he whispers.

And just like that, my anger for being interrupted is gone.

Letting out a breath, I nod, but I sneak a quick peck on the lips before sitting properly in my seat.

I can see Zayne grinning out of the corner of my eye, his fingers lacing with mine.

Picking our hands up, I kiss the back of his before shooting an unimpressed look at Prudence.

“Be mad at me all you want, wolf boy. If I didn’t stop you two, you’d be facing public indecency charges.”

Rolling my eyes, I bring them back to the screen.

There’s no point in trying to pay attention. All I can think about is my mate next to me, his hand in mine and how his lips felt. I can still taste him. I want more. So much more .

But I won’t push. This is all new for him, and we’re taking it at his pace. He makes the moves, whatever he’s comfortable with.

Once the movie is over, Zayne is up out of his seat, my hand still in his as he pulls me through the aisle.

There’s this sense of urgency, like he needs to get out of here now.

I look behind me, brows furrowed, and see Prudence wave goodbye, a massive grin on her face.

Confused as hell, I let Zayne lead me out of the theater, through the building and out to the parking lot.

“Are you okay?” I ask, trying to keep up with him. He says nothing and I panic. That is until we get to his car and he pushes me up against it.

I’m taken by surprise as his lips crash into mine, a moan slipping free as he kisses the air clean out of my lungs.

“Sorry,” he rasps, his chest heaving. “All I could think about for the last half hour was doing that again.”

A slow grin takes over my lips as my stomach does somersaults.

“Same,” I murmur.

An adorable blush creeps onto his cheeks. Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Who knew the superstar football player Zayne got shy?

The drive home my hand is in his the whole time, like neither of us wants to let the other one go.

Once we’re home, we walk up to the house, hands still joined.

We stop at the door and face one another. “I’d guess this would be the part of the night where one of us says goodnight, let's do this again and end it with a kiss?” I tease, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” he murmurs. “Only we’re both going to the same place.” He chuckles.

“Still. Let’s do this again.” My fingers brush a lock of his wavy hair off his forehead. He visibly shivers and I can't help the satisfied feeling as I suppress a grin. I love that I affect him this way.

I worried he wouldn’t want this. Our mate bond. Me . I’m beyond thrilled that it’s not the case.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” He smiles softly. We both take a moment, the air crackling around us. I can feel it, the connection growing between us. It’s both thrilling and terrifying. I thought it might be a little awkward, but it’s not. It feels right. Meant to be.

“Asher.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again?”

A purr rumbles in my chest, making Zayne’s eyes widen in surprise. Cupping his face, I lean down and kiss him. He sighs, his body swaying into mine.

I keep the kiss short and sweet, even though my wolf screams at me for more. Pushing the instincts down, I step back.

Zayne’s eyes stay shut for a few moments, lips still in position of the kiss before his eyes flutter open.

Grinning, I reach up and brush my thumb over his lips. “We should get inside.”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Yeah. Inside. The house. That we both live in.”

Laughing at his dazed state, I open the door and let him in before I follow.

As we part ways once I get to my room, I watch Zayne head further down the hall before pausing at his own door.

“Goodnight, Asher.” He smiles.

“Goodnight, Zayne.” My voice is rough as I try to hold myself back. It’s not easy, that's for damn sure.

Before I say fuck it and potentially scare my mate off, I open my bedroom door and head inside.

I lock the door, as if that’s going to do any help.

Stripping everything off until I’m down to my boxers, I crawl into bed.

I won’t be able to sleep with this erection ever since Zayne’s lips touched mine.

Closing my eyes, I slide my hand under my blanket, then into my boxers. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I pleasure myself to the thought of my mate and all the dirty things I can’t wait to do to him, cumming with his name on my lips.

I’ll wait a lifetime for him to be ready for more. Because what I care about the most is having him. Everything else is just a bonus.

It’s been about a week since we’ve gone out to the movies.

I’ve always thought it was stupid when people spent all their waking hours with their partner when getting into a new relationship because life goes on and you can’t just change everything to revolve around that person.

Clearly, I was the stupid one because that’s exactly how things have been with us. Not that we’re in a relationship. I’m not really sure what we are, to be honest.

We’re dating, we’re mates, but is he my boyfriend?

I want him to be.

Not wanting to pressure him, I haven’t brought it up.

It feels like we are. I can’t remember a moment where Zayne and I haven’t been together. When we’re at home, we’re hanging out.

When we’re at school, we’re eating lunch together or spending the small time between breaks finding places to hide away for stolen kisses. Each one carved into my soul.

Like right now.

Zayne has me pressed up against the wall, hiding in a dark corner in a dead part of the school, his lips on mine, tongues tangled together. We’ve upgraded to full on makeouts and every time my brain short circuits.

“We should get going,” he groans, taking a step back.

I don’t like that. He needs to come back here right now.

I’ve been such a good boy, keeping the urge to take control, to dominate him, under control and let him set the pace.

And I’m going to continue to do so until I know he’s ready because I know, the moment he is, there’s no holding back on my part.

There’s just no way I’ll be able to. This man, while he doesn’t know it, fucking owns me.

We’ve spent hours getting to know one another. Everything I learn about him, I love, no matter how small or silly.

It’s not just the bond that has me consumed by this man. It’s the man himself. Zayne is an amazing person. He’s kind, funny, and caring. He’s outgoing; even though I’d rather hide in the shadows, he’s as bright as the sun.

Not to mention talented and smart. Can’t forget drop dead gorgeous. My mate is literally anyone's dream man.

“Or, we could stay,” I rumble, my hand itching to reach out and pull him back.

His grin has my heart racing. It’s a fucking sight to behold every damn time. “We could. But we would also risk detention if we’re caught.”

“Fine,” I grumble. “For the first time, I just want to skip school.”

“Gasp.” He puts his hand to his heart. “Mister Goody Two Shoes wants to be a bad boy and skip?”

Pushing myself off the wall, I step closer, towering over him. His pupils dilate. Bringing my face close to his, I say, “Trust me, baby. I’m not a good boy. Not even close.”

He lets out a shuddering breath when I lift my hand up, brushing my thumb against his cheek. “And when you're ready, I’ll show you just how bad I can be.”

“Fuck me.” He blows out a breath. Then his eyes widen as if he just realized how that sounded.

I chuckle, giving him a bit of space. “Oh, I’ll be more than glad to.” I grin. “But not now. Not yet. You're not ready.”

His brows furrow. “How do you know I’m not ready?”

My brow rises. “Are you?”

His shoulders slump, eyes casting to the ground and there’s that cute little blush on his handsome face. “No,” he murmurs.

“Don’t be disappointed.” I grip his chin, lifting it up so he’s looking at me. “We have all the time in the world, okay? I’d wait a lifetime for you.”

“Really?” he whispers.

Nodding, I kiss his forehead. “Really. Now, let’s go. You're right, we need to get to class.”

On cue, the bell rings and we both curse, our ass kicking into gear as we race down the hall.