Page 16 of Forbidden Mischief

ASHER

I’m not sure if Zayne knows this, but I’m hyper aware of his eyes on me. My body hums with need. The need to reach over, pull him into my lap and fucking devour those tempting lips of his.

Lips that have been the only thing on my mind since last night.

I wanted him so damn bad. It took everything in me not to give in to his needy little pleas. But I denied him because I wanted us both to be fully sober when we crossed that line and did something more than just kissing.

Running with him today was exhilarating. Seeing him laughing, enjoying himself, I knew my mate was a good fit. At least for this aspect of my life.

He can’t shift like me, but he keeps up.

I hope running is something we can do more of.

The only thing that ruined the whole moment was when I got a little too excited. I couldn’t help it. The blood pumping through my body, my heart racing. Seeing him run, the primal part of me wanted to hunt him, trap him and, well… fuck him.

In all the years I’ve been running in wolf form, that has never happened. The look in his eyes, the realization of what was happening in that moment, I panicked and bolted.

When I got back home, I shifted and felt like complete shit for leaving him out there. But I needed time to cool down.

I was embarrassed and worried he’d be freaked out, maybe even repulsed.

Thankfully, he didn’t seem off when I came down from my shower and found him back in the house.

When he asked me how I was, my damn heart did a little dance. He cared about me. How I was feeling. I should have asked him the same thing, but I was worried about bringing it up. That actually talking about it would be what turned him away.

If I had any doubt that his feelings for me had changed, I don’t have them now. The way his arousal is coming off him in waves has my cock painfully hard, pressing against my sweatpants.

Shifting, I try my best to cover the evidence of my own arousal.

“You good?”

Clearing my throat, I swallow hard. “Yeah, fine. Just, uh, enjoying the movie. Love this part.”

As if the universe wants to call me out on my bullshit, a cry comes from the TV, catching my attention. My eyes widen as I watch as the dog on the TV gets shot in the head.

“Ahh, really? Damn, Asher, that's some morbid shit.” Zayne's voice is thick with amusement.

I shoot him a glare. “Oh, fuck off.”

He bursts into laughter.

Grumbling, I shut the movie off and stand.

“Where are you going?” Zayne asks.

“Shower,” I mutter back, not looking his way because if I do, he’s going to see the raging hard on I’m sporting.

“But didn’t you just shower not too long ago?”

Fuck. He got me there. But if I don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to snap and possibly do something that could fuck this all up.

I’m trying my best to take things slow, to go at his pace.

There’s only so much I can do. I’m a wolf. Slow isn’t really something we do in our world. Everything is fast-paced, and when we meet our mate? Ha, good luck with that. They become our whole world for the first little while. Often the female goes into heat and it pretty much turns into a fuck fest.

Seeing how Zayne isn’t an omega, or a female, I don’t have to worry about that. It still doesn’t take away the primal urge to fuck him into submission and breed him.

“It’s late anyway. We should get some sleep. School tomorrow.”

“What? Dude, it’s noon. Asher, come on. What's up? Did I do something wrong?”

The uncertainty in his voice has me stopping at the bottom of the stairs, my whole body going rigid. Everything in me screams to go over and comfort my mate, but I know the moment I touch him, all bets are off. I’m doing this for both our sakes.

“No.” My voice comes out in a rasp. “You didn't do anything wrong.”

“Then why are you running from me?”

“I’m not running,” I sigh heavily, closing my eyes as I let my head fall back.

“I’m giving myself space because all I want to do right now is pin you to that couch and devour you.

To take your cock into my mouth and suck you so good I fucking drain you,” I growl, nails digging into the wooden banister.

I can hear his sharp intake of breath from here, his arousal making its way over to me. A low, feral growl rumbles in my chest. Fuck, this is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

With every passing day, my control slips. Every cell in my body is desperate for him. The need to be with him in every way mates are is almost too much.

“Just– just give me a little bit. Then we can have some lunch.”

“Okay,” he whispers, and my fucking heart shatters.

It’s not his fault. It’s my issue and I’m hurting him. That fucking kills me.

Without a second thought, I race up the stairs, not stopping until I’m under the cold spray of the shower.

A full body shiver wracks my body, but I let the bite of the chill take over, trying to will my fucking cock to go down.

Cursing when it doesn’t, I change the water to warm and lean my arm against the tile wall. Placing my forehead against my arm, I close my eyes as I wrap my hand around my cock.

A groan leaves my lips as I thrust into my hand, working it over my aching shaft.

I’m lost in the feeling when I hear the door open, my whole body tensing.

Chest heaving, I stand there under the water, waiting for Zayne to say something. I know it’s him, I can fucking feel him in my soul.

“Need some help there?” he asks, his voice a light teasing tone, but I can hear the nervousness shine through.

“Zayne.” I say his name as a low warning growl. I don’t want to be an asshole, but right now is not the time for jokes.

My breathing comes in heavier with every breath, the grip on my cock almost painful, but still I don’t move, afraid to.

Zayne doesn’t say anything and for a second, I think he left.

The door to the shower opens, every one of my senses on alert.

“Asher.” His voice is nearly drowned out by the water, but I hear him. He runs his hand over my shoulder, sending a shock right down to my cock.

My jaw clenches so tight I think I’m going to break a damn tooth.

“Zayne.” This time, his name comes out as a plea. For him to keep touching me, or for him to back away, I’m not sure.

“Look at me.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look his way.

As soon as my gaze lands on his bright blue eyes, swimming with curiosity and need, I’m done for.

With a snarl, I grab Zayne by the neck, wrapping my hands around his throat. Shoving him against the wall, I pin him in place before taking his lips with mine.

The needy moan against my mouth is my fucking undoing.

I kiss him like he’s the last bit of oxygen, forcing him into my lungs. His hands are all over me, sliding up and down my slick body. I grunt, rolling my hips forward.

That's when I feel the burning heat of flesh against my cock. Ripping my mouth from him, I greedily suck in breaths of air, eyes wide as I look down to see that he’s got no clothes on.

Nothing keeping his body from mine. The sight of him has a feral growl ripping free as I stare back up at him, deep into his damn soul. “Tell me this isn’t too soon.”

He shakes his head frantically. “It’s not. I want you, Asher.” His lips open and close, he’s hesitating.

“But,” I growl.

“I-I’m not ready for umm…” A deep blush takes over his cheeks, matching the pink of his kissed, swollen lips.

“For me to fuck that perfect ass,” I grunt, thrusting forward, rubbing my cock against his naked flesh as I tighten my hold on his throat.

He gasps, eyes fluttering closed. “Y-yes. But I want everything else.”

My lips take his again, unable to get enough of the taste of him. With my free hand, I reach between us, wrapping my hand around both of our cocks. I swallow Zayne’s needy little moans as I work our shafts together. Pleasure creeps down my spine and right to my fucking balls.

Zayne slides his hands into the back of my hair, grabbing a handful and pulling as he kisses me back with just as much eagerness.

I growl, pulling back, panting heavily as I stare into my mate’s eyes. “Is this okay?”

“Yes.” He nods, eyes just as wild as mine. “So good, fuck, Asher. I–” He squeezes his eyes shut, hips thrusting up. “I need more.”

A grin tugs at my lips. “Does my mate want me to wrap my lips around his cock and suck him dry like I threatened before?” I ask huskily, working our cocks faster, pre-cum dripping from the tips and onto my hand.

His eyes snap open. “Please,” he whimpers, and it’s enough to make me drop to my knees.

“Oh god,” Zayne groans, my hand still working his cock.

“No god here, sweet boy. Only me . Your fucking mate.”

Keeping my eyes on his, I lean forward and wrap my lips around his cock, needing to see him fall apart for me.

And he does so nicely.

He whimpers, his knees threatening to buckle as he tosses his head back in pleasure.

Fuck, he looks so fucking gorgeous. And his cock, fucking delicious. But I want his cum.

Moving my hands, I glide them up his thigh muscles and around to cup his ass. He thrusts forward when I give it a squeeze, forcing me to take his full length down my throat.

“Shit, fuck. I’m so sorry.” He looks down at me in horror.

I grin around his length and swallow around his cock, my nose nuzzled nicely in the curly dark hair.

“Holy fucking shit,” he cries out. “Oh fuck. Asher, shit. I– fuck. That feels so good.”

Hollowing out my cheeks, I bob my head.

Watching Zanye come undone, listening to his cries of pleasure is fucking everything I didn’t know I needed. I want to take my time with him, explore every inch of his perfect body.

But not here.

Bringing one hand back to his shaft, I use the other to grip my own.

As I work Zayne over, I jerk myself off, pleasure growing deeply with each flick of my wrists.

Pulling off him with a pop, I lick my lips and suck in some air. “You're doing so good, baby. How does it feel?”

“Like I never want you to stop,” he whispers, chest heaving as his eyes plead with me to keep going.

Lifting his cock, I lean forward, taking one of his balls into my mouth. His hand shoots out, tugging at my hair as he moans loudly.

Letting it go, I do the same to the other, swirling my tongue around it before moving back to his cock.

Taking him in again, I slowly suck him down, keeping his cock buried down my throat. My nostrils flare as I swallow around his cock again and again until he’s a blubbering mess.

He catches me off guard, making me grunt and gag as he grabs my hair with both hands, holding me still while he fucks my face.

My hand works faster over my own cock. I’m so turned on, I don’t think I’m going to last long. And seeing my mate feel comfortable enough to take control and take what he needs has me barreling toward the edge.

“Fuck. Oh fuck, Asher. Your mouth feels so fucking good. So warm, fuck! I’m close, I’m–shit shit shit !” he screams, forcing his cock down my throat again as he tosses his head back. He lets out one of the sexiest moans I’ve ever heard as he unloads himself.

His cock jerks, sending thick ropes of cum down my throat, and I eagerly swallow down every drop he gives me.

My own orgasm takes over, hitting me hard and fast. Growling around his cock, my own starts twitching in my hand, spurts of cum splashing on the shower floor.

“I’m so sorry,” Zayne rasps, pulling my head back as if he just realized what he was doing.

“Don’t be.” My voice gravelly, throat a little sore, but fucking hell, it was worth it. “That was the hottest thing of my life.”

His eyes widen, brows jumping. “Really?”

Licking my lips, I press a kiss to his cock, loving the little whimper he gives me in truth before climbing to my feet.

“You’re amazing, Zayne,” I murmur before kissing him. This time, it’s sweet and I feel it all the way down to my toes. I want to meld my body to his, never let him leave my side.

I’m not sure if he knows what he’s unleashed, but I’m officially obsessed with my mate. He’s mine and I’ll fucking kill anyone who dares think they can take him from me.

The smile he gives me hits me in the heart, warmth filling my chest. “So are you.” He licks his lips and my eyes drop to follow the movement. “I–I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did.”

“What can I say, I’m a master with my mouth.” I grin and he huffs out a surprised laugh.

“Yeah, I’d say so.”

My eyes darken. “Just wait and see what I can do with my cock.”

He swallows thickly, but I don’t say anymore, not wanting to put him on the spot.

“Was it too much?” I ask, taking a step back and instantly wishing I was pressed back against him.

“No.” He shakes his head. “It was amazing.”

“Good.” I grin. “I’m sorry if I came on too strong. But to be fair, I did warn you. You're a brat, you know.”

His eyes widened. “What? Me? No I’m not.”

I snort out a laugh, grinning at him. “Oh, trust me, you are. I don’t hate it. But you came in here knowing just how to get to me.”

“Okay, fine.” He blows out a breath. “Because I wanted you. Wanted this.”

“Yeah?” My smile grows soft.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

We stare at one another, something changing between us. I can feel his magic in the air, charging the energy of the room. He’s powerful and I don’t think he understands just how amazing he is.

That's okay, I’ll make sure he sees it for himself. I’m not going anywhere.