Page 17 of Forbidden Mischief

ZAYNE

Tonight was…wow.

My magic tingles at the edge of my senses, the undeniable buzz of power confirming what I already suspected. He doesn't even bother hiding it — just a smug little grin, like he thinks no one will call him out. But I know better. Magic never lies.

His smile, the way his eyes light up when he wins a round, it makes me feel like maybe I don’t need to figure everything out tonight. But as we wrap up the last round, the tension is still there, lingering beneath the surface.

Dinner was something else. Alice made chimichurri steak sandwiches with fresh-cut fries and mango slices.

Everything burst with flavor, and I couldn’t help but eat way more than I should’ve.

Asher sat next to me, his knee brushing mine beneath the table, but neither of us said anything about it.

There was something unsaid between us—something that feels different now.

Afterward, I excused myself. I needed space to breathe, to get my head clear. Homework seemed like the best distraction, though I knew it wasn’t about school. It was about him. About what happened. But here I am, lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with my mind running a mile a minute.

I keep replaying everything in my head. How he sucked me off. It was easily the best head I’ve ever gotten.

A dude sucked me off.

I can’t stop thinking about it. How he made me feel. How talented he was with his mouth. I can’t believe that I’m even thinking about it, but I am. I’ve felt nothing like that before, and it’s all I can focus on.

God, school tomorrow. How am I supposed to sit next to Asher in class? How do I focus on math—or any of the other crap we’re supposed to be learning—while his sexy body is sitting right there, those piercing eyes locked on me? I’m screwed.

Heat creeps up my neck as I turn over in bed.

I can’t stop thinking about what happened, and the way he had to make himself come, how I got everything, and he had to settle.

Selfishness is not my intention. I don’t want to be the guy who takes and doesn’t give.

I’ve never thought of myself like that before, but now, I can’t avoid it.

I turn onto my side and stare out the window, my mind racing.

This isn’t something I can just let go. I have to make it right.

He needs to know I’m not in this just for myself.

I want him to see how serious I am—how much I care.

I want to be a good lover, not the kind of guy who only takes and never gives.

The butterflies in my stomach feel like they’re slamming against my ribs. It’s hard to breathe, like there’s a weight pressing down on my chest. But I know what I need to do. It’s the only way I’ll feel okay.

Without another thought, I throw the covers off and stand up. My heart’s pounding as I walk down the hall. I don’t even know why I’m doing this, but it feels like the only thing that makes sense. Like if I don’t, I won’t be able to move forward.

I stand at his door, my hand trembling as I reach for the knob. For a moment, I hesitate, but then his voice drifts through the wood.

“I can smell you standing out there. Come in.”

I don’t hesitate anymore. I open the door and step inside. Asher’s sitting on the edge of his bed, his gaze meeting mine. His brow furrows with concern, but his eyes—there’s something unreadable there, like he’s waiting for me to say something. Or maybe he already knows.

“Zayne? What’s up? Are you okay? Do you have regrets? Fuck! I’m so sorry.”

I shake my head, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “No, I don’t regret any of it. But… I feel like I need to make it right.” I pause, then say, “You only had your hand, and I want you to feel what I did. I need you to see how serious I am. I want you to feel good, too.”

“Zayne…” Asher’s voice softens, like he understands something I don’t want him to. I hate that. “You know I’m fine. I got exactly what I wanted.”

“No,” I snap. “I didn’t give you enough. I haven’t received and not returned the favor to any girl, and I’m sure as hell not gonna change it just because you’re a guy.”

Asher growls, his eyes darkening. “Don’t talk about your past fucks,” he growls.

“Don’t. I want to believe I’m the only mouth that’s been on that smooth cock.

The only one who’s tasted your sweet nectar.

” His voice drops lower, rougher. “And I’ll sure as hell be the only one who ever gets in your ass. ”

The heat that floods through me makes my knees weak. There’s something possessive, almost primal, in the way he says it, and I’m powerless to fight it. My stomach tightens, my breath quickens, and I’m left standing there, frozen in place.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I want to tell him how I’ve never felt anything like this before. But I can’t find the words.

Asher watches me for a long moment, his gaze intense, searching mine. The air between us is thick, and it feels like something’s breaking, something’s shifting. I know we can’t go back now.

“Are you sure you want this?” His voice is low, strained.

Swallowing, I fight to maintain my composure. “I’m sure,” I whisper. “I just want to give you the same thing. You deserve it.”

His eyes soften for a split second, but then the mask slips back into place. And I know—this is happening.

I step closer, the familiar scent of him filling my lungs. “Show me,” I whisper.

He shifts to standing, his movements fluid, confident, like he’s in control of every inch of this moment. Without hesitation, he unbuttons his jeans, his gaze locked on mine the entire time. There’s a challenge in his eyes, a dare .

“I’ll only ask this once more,” he says, his voice rough with barely contained need. “Are you sure?”

I nod, swallowing hard. “Yes. Please.”

The moment stretches, and I can feel the tension building. It’s not just about the physical anymore—it’s about us. What we are . What we could be . I take a deep breath, my hands trembling as I move forward. This is something I need to do—for him, and for me. I won’t back down.

I drop to my knees, my heart racing in my chest. Confident and nervous at the same time.

I look up at him through thick dark lashes and his breath hitches.

His cock, thick and beautiful, standing proudly under the soft glow of the moonlight.

My cheeks flush with heat as I realize just how much I want to worship this part of him.

Asher’s eyes, dark and stormy, hold a mix of desire and something deeper— trust . I take a moment to drink him in, the sharp angles of his jaw, the way his chest rises and falls with anticipation.

I reach for him with trembling fingers, grazing his throbbing length. Asher’s breath catches again, and it sends a thrill coursing through me.

“Zayne,” he murmurs softly, almost a question. Encouragement laces his voice as if he’s silently urging me forward, guiding me into uncharted territory. “You don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

But I am ready. My magic hums inside me, pulsing with an undeniable energy, urging me to embrace this bond we share—to explore every facet of our connection. I nod, determination surging within me as I lean closer, my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs.

“Show me,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.

Asher’s lips curl into a knowing smile that sends shivers down my spine. He reaches down to tangle his fingers in my hair, anchoring me as he guides my head closer to him. The scent of him envelops me—woodsy and musky, with a hint of warmth that makes my mouth water with desire.

“Wrap your lips around my head. Just taste me to start,” Asher murmurs.

I lean in closer, pausing a moment as I inhale him—the heady aroma intoxicating and primal. He lets out a low groan as I trace my tongue along the sensitive tip, tasting him for the first time—a mix of salt and something uniquely Asher that makes my heart race even faster.

“Just like that,” he encourages softly, his voice thick with arousal. “You’re doing so good.”

The praise ignites something deep within me—a primal urge to please him that pushes aside any lingering nerves. Emboldened by his words, I take more of him into my mouth, savoring the way he fills me while exploring every contour with my tongue.

Asher’s fingers tighten in my hair as he guides me gently, but firmly. “Suck. Slowly,” he grinds out. “Yes. Good boy.”

I can feel the heat radiating from him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pulsing beneath my touch. Each flick of my tongue sends shivers through him, and I revel in the power of knowing that I can elicit such pleasure.

I pull back, letting my lips trail off the tip, teasing him with soft kisses before diving again. My mouth glides over him like a warm wave, and I can hear Asher’s sharp intake of breath above me. The sound is electric; it fuels the fire inside me, urging me onward.

“Harder,” he whispers, his voice thick with lust. “Do what you like, Zayne.”

I take him deeper this time, feeling the weight of him as I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, just as he instructed.

The sensation is overwhelming—the taste of him.

A salty tang on my tongue drives me wild.

It’s unfamiliar territory for me, yet it feels so instinctual, as if every part of me was meant for this moment.

I pump up and down faster and harder, letting instinct take over as I nip gently at his sensitive skin while sucking hard.

Encouraged by his praise, I double my efforts. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock, teasing the sensitive area before plunging back down his length. His cock twitches in response, and I know I’m onto something.

I hum around him, sending vibrations through his length that draw out a deep growl from his throat.

“Gods, baby boy, suck my fucking dick,” he gasps, eyes rolling back for just a moment as pleasure overtakes him.

His voice is raw and primal; it resonates deep within me and heightens the heat pooling in my belly. Every flick of my tongue brings forth another sound of approval—a guttural mix of encouragement and desperation that drives me wild.

“Your mouth feels so good.” He pushes my head down, forcing his cock to the back of my throat. I gag and he instantly frees me as I pull back on a moan.

“Such a good little cock sucker. Take me in your throat again.”

I open my mouth wider and relax my throat as best as I can.

Inch by inch, I bring him into my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat again.

I can feel the base of his cock on my lips.

His cock is so thick it’s stretching my mouth wide.

I bob up and down on his length. My tongue swirls around the head of his cock and teases the slit on the tip.

Asher groans above me, and I can hear the strain in his voice as he tries to hold himself back from cumming too soon. His hands are tangled in my hair, guiding my motions, but not forcefully. It’s like he’s letting me explore and learn what feels good for both of us.

“You like this, Little Warlock?” he pants, his grip on my hair tightening ever so slightly.

Nodding, I feel proud to bring him so much joy.

I relax my throat and open my mouth wide enough for him to slide his thick shaft inch by inch into my waiting mouth.

I moan around his cock as he bottoms out at the back of my throat.

His cock is rock hard and throbbing in my mouth, leaking pre-cum which mixes with my saliva. The taste of him only spurs me on more.

“W-wrap your hand around your cock and jerk off with me.”

I obey his command, freeing my aching cock and stroking it in sync with Asher’s moans. The sight of him above me, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched as he tries to hold on, is enough to send me over the edge.

“Zayne, I’m... I’m gonna cum,” he groans, his hips flexing involuntarily as he tries to hold back from thrusting into my eager mouth.

“You don’t have to swallow. Get a rag or I’ll cum on my belly.”

I look up at him and wink before sucking him hard and he moans so loud it rivals a howl.

“Cum with me, baby boy,” he growls out before he erupts in my mouth, filling it with his hot seed. I swallow greedily, savoring the salty sweetness of his release as it coats every inch of my tongue.

The salty taste of him mixed with our musky scents only heightens the pleasure coursing through me as I unload all over my stomach.

Asher’s orgasm subsides, his chest heaving with exertion. “That was...” he pants out, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of what just happened between us.

He pulls me up by my hair until our lips meet in a messy kiss that tastes like him—like us, and it’s everything I’ve ever wanted from a kiss.

“You did so good, baby. But you made a mess of yourself.” He chuckles. “Let me clean you up.”

He moves like lightning, tossing me onto my back on the bed as he crawls down my body to where my cock and belly are coated in my cum.

With deliberate slowness, he lowers his mouth to my belly, his tongue darting out like a playful serpent, lapping up the slick evidence of our shared pleasure. Each stroke sends electric pulses through my body, and I arch into him instinctively.

“Fuck. You’re going to be the death of me,” I sigh, my voice barely a whisper as he continues his ministrations.

The sensation is overwhelming—his warm tongue swirling around my sensitive skin, teasingly cleaning every droplet away as if savoring the taste of me.

I can feel my arousal swelling again, blood rushing back to my cock as I watch him work with an intensity that makes my heart race.

Asher’s gaze never leaves mine; there’s an intoxicating mix of dominance and tenderness in the way he cleans me. I can see the way his pupils dilate with desire, how he revels in the act itself. He kisses down my stomach, each soft press of his lips igniting a fresh wave of longing within me.

“God, Asher,” I gasp as he finally reaches my throbbing cock, taking it into his mouth with an eagerness that makes me groan. The heat envelops me, and I sink deeper into bliss as he swirls his tongue around the head, then slides down until I’m fully wrapped in his warmth.

It doesn’t take long. My hips twitch, breath hitching as pleasure crests and crashes through me. Asher doesn’t stop—he takes it all, slow and steady, until I’m spent and trembling.

He pulls back with a wet pop, a trail of saliva still connecting us as he smirks up at me. “Now we can sleep, baby.”

He helps me further up the bed, tucking the covers around me before sliding in beside me and pulling me close. His strong arm wraps around my waist, pinning me to his chest as he nuzzles my hair.

“Goodnight,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my head.

“Night,” I murmur, eyes drifting shut as sleep pulls me under—in the arms of my brother… my mate.