Page 18 of Forbidden Mischief

ASHER

“Asher,” he gasps against my lips. “We have to go. We’re going to be in so much shit if we’re any later.”

“Fuck them all,” I growl, kissing him again. He moans as our lips move together.

It’s easy to say I’m fucking addicted to my mate. His scent, his taste, everything. I can’t get enough of him.

“Asher.” He laughs breathlessly, pushing at my chest. “We really do have to go. And I’d rather not fuck them.” He grins. “You’re the only one I want to fuck.”

My heart stops as my grip on his hips tightens. “Careful what you say, Little Warlock,” I growl, brushing my lips against his, loving the way he shivers. “Don’t fucking tempt me. I’d much rather be balls deep in that tight, perfect ass of yours than out on that field.”

He looks up at me with wide lust filled eyes as he swallows hard. “Asher.” This time, my name comes out more of a needy plea.

“Alright, you two horn dogs.” Prudence’s voice has me growling in annoyance. “You can suck face after you win the game. The coach is asking about the two of you.”

“Damnit,” I mutter, taking a step back from Zayne. He blows out a breath, running his hand through his messed up hair. Thanks to my hands. I smirk, he narrows his eyes, pointing at me.

“No.”

I huff, grumbling. “Let’s just go get this done and over with,” I mutter, turning around and heading toward the field before I say fuck it and, well, fuck my mate here and now.

The only reason why I haven’t is because the idea of someone seeing my mate naked makes me want to rip their throat out with my teeth.

Since we crossed the line in the shower that day, all bets have been off.

He’s in my bed every night, wrapped up in my arms. I don’t think we’ve gone more than an hour without one of us kissing or touching the other. He’s the perfect drug I’m more than happy to be hooked on.

Our parents have been nothing but loving and supporting of us.

I’m glad, because I really didn’t want this to get in the way of my mom finding happiness.

After everything with my monster of a father, that woman deserves the world, and I would do anything to make sure she got it. Just like she does the same for me.

But it’s nice to be with Zayne and not have to sneak around with him. At least, at our place. All of this is still so new for him, we haven’t really told anyone outside of the people closest to us.

So the team and other people at school don’t know yet. I hate it because I have to keep my hands to myself and find stolen moments throughout the school day, but I care about Zayne and his feelings, so I’ll continue to wait.

I’ve had years to come to terms with my sexuality. I want Zayne's experience to be a hell of a lot better than mine ever was.

Thankfully, by the time we reach the field, my boner has gone down. These pants leave nothing to the imagination and all I need is this team making a joke out of me.

I’ve gotten used to working as a team, but I’m still not the biggest social person. I don’t know these people outside school, but I don’t want any bad blood with anyone.

“Where the hell have you two been?” Coach yells. “You know what, nevermind, we don’t have time for that. We have a game to win.”

Coach starts talking to the team, doing his little pep talk, I sneak a look at Zayne. He grins at me and winks before going back to listening to what the coach is saying.

It does shit to my chest. The more time I spend with him, the more I know I’m falling in love.

And fuck if that doesn’t scare the shit out of me and thrill me all at the same time.

The clock runs out and our team wins. A massive grin takes over my face as I slow down to a stop.

Heart pounding, blood pumping, I’m feeling pure adrenaline.

It was a close one, and for a little bit I thought we weren’t going to win.

But I should have known better. Zayne is a fucking beast on the field and it’s a huge turn on.

I may have gotten hard. Sorry to the guy who tackled me, that wasn’t for you.

Wanting to celebrate the win with my mate, I search for him. When I find him, my stomach drops. My hands curl into fists, rage bubbling to the surface.

There’s a fucking girl all over him. Not just any girl, the girl from the party he brought me to when I first got here. The one who seems to be obsessed with him. Lena.

Well, fuck her. Zayne is mine.

A deep guttural growl sounds in my chest as my wolf demands to be let free. It’s taking everything in me not to go over to the bitch and rip her limb from limb.

How fucking dare she put her hands on what’s fucking mine!

The thing that has me even more fucking pissed off is that Zanye is all smiles, laughing with the people around him as he continues to celebrate, not even seeming to care that this girl is all over him.

I watch as she grabs his face and kisses him.

I take a step forward, my growl growing louder.

“Hey, hot stuff. Awesome game. Good win,” Prudence says, bouncing over to me.

She stops, face falling. “What's wrong?” she asks, brows furrowing. She looks to where my gaze is locked and sighs. “Ash, it’s not what it seems like. She’s like that with all the guys. It means nothing. She’s a succubus.”

“It does to me,” I snap, making her jolt. I feel like shit for scaring my friend, but I’m too far gone. My skin itches and I know I’m seconds from shifting. I need to get out of here, now. Before I make a big mess of everything.

Hurt, betrayal, but most of all, pure jealousy fills me. He didn’t kiss her, she kissed him . I watch him push her away, but he should’ve done that way earlier. If he would have, she wouldn’t have been close enough to kiss him.

I’m vibrating right now, chest heaving with harsh breaths. “I gotta go,” I tell her, eyes flicking back over to Zayne’s.

He’s looking at me now, brows furrowed in confusion. He’s fucking joking, right?

As if he can read my mind, he looks down at the girl still hanging off him. His eyes widen and I see him curse before pushing her away again. They argue, his eyes flicking over to mine every few seconds.

I don’t stay and wait. I know I should talk to him, but now is not the time.

Breaking out into a jog, I run off the field toward the tree line and away from everyone. As soon as I’m blanketed by the night of the forest and its greenery, I shift.

My paws meet the cold ground, and I take off running, letting my animal side take over.

I don’t stay in the woods for a run, heading straight for home. It’s late, and while I’m mad, I don’t want Zayne being at home worried about me.

Once the house is in view, I shift back into my human form, not caring about being naked. Grabbing a pair of sweats I have stashed for when I go for my runs, I slip them on and head into the house.

Mom and Dexter aren’t home. They’re off doing something for Dexter’s work. So it’s just me in the house. Good, I’m not in the headspace for my mother’s questions, no matter how good her intentions are.

The run did nothing. I’m still fucking vibrating. My skin is crawling. I want to scream, to fight, to tear someone apart.

To tear that bitch who put her hands on my fucking man apart.

I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and jog upstairs. My plan was to hop into the shower, try to wash some of this tension away, but as soon as I walk into my room, I’m hit with his smell.

My cock turns to stone as I growl. Fuck!

That anger comes back to me full force. I pace my room, running my hands through my hair as I grab at the strands. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind!

The sound of the front door closing has me stopping. My heart pounds against my rib cage, breath coming in heavy pants.

Pulling the door open, I stumble to a stop when I nearly crash into Zayne.

He takes a step back, his eyes boring into mine. “What the fuck?” he asks. “Where the hell did you go? You just took off with no warning.”

My lip peels back as I officially snap. Grabbing him by the shirt, I yank him into my room. Slamming the door shut, I shove him up against it.

“What the hell, Asher!” he shouts.

I get in his face, growling. “You’re fucking mine. Do you understand me, Zayne?”

His lips part as he blinks rapidly. “Y-yes. I know that.”

“Then why the fuck would you let another person put their hands all over you?” I’m an inch away from his face now, hand still clutched in his shirt. “I saw that girl all fucking over you. You didn’t push her away until after you saw me watching. She fucking kissed you!”

His face falls. "It’s not like that, Asher. I swear. I was caught up in the moment of the win. I didn’t even notice she was there until she kissed me. And I pushed her away. I told her not to touch me. I promise."

I can see the truth in his eyes, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging within me.

My eyes flick between his, my breath still coming in quick pants.

He raises his hands, cupping my cheeks. “What can I do to make this better?” he asks me, his voice soft. “You’re worked up, I can see you practically trembling.”

“What I need from you, you're not ready for,” I answer him, my voice thick.

His eyes flash with understanding, and he swallows. “Take me, Asher. Remind me who owns me.”

My whole body goes rigid. “You don’t know what you're asking Zayne,” I growl. “I’m not in control right now. My wolf is right there on the edge. Your first time shouldn’t be like this. I can’t do soft or slow.”

“What makes you think I want soft and slow?” he asks, licking his lips.

“I don’t have the patience to prep you,” I rasp.

“You don’t need to.” He bites his lip. “I may have already done that myself.”

My eyes narrow. “What do you mean?”

He lets out a heavy breath. “I’ve been thinking about us taking things further pretty much since the moment you sucked my cock and rocked my world.

” He laughs. “I’ve done a little research and might have bought a few things to prepare.

” He closes his eyes and groans. “And one's inside me right now.”