Page 19 of Forbidden Mischief
Pulling him off the door, I shove him toward the bed. He lets out a grunt as I throw him onto the mattress. He doesn’t even get a chance to speak before I’m pulling his pants down and spreading his cheeks.
“Asher!” he shouts, trying to cover his ass with his hands.
No point, I already saw the shiny silver metal between his cheeks. My cock twitches as pure hunger for him takes over.
My finger trails over the plug before pushing on it. He moans, arching his ass in the air for me like a good fucking boy.
“A butt plug,” I growl, twisting it before pushing on it again.
“I wanted tonight to be the night, no matter what. After the win, I was going to bring you back here so we could be alone.”
“You had this in all day? At the game and everything?”
“Yes,” he whispers.
I chuckle. “My Little Warlock is a dirty boy, aren't you?” I growl.
“Stop,” he grumbles. “Just fuck me, okay?”
He lets out a yelp when I slap his ass. “Enough sass out of you. I’m only going to ask this once. Are you sure? I won’t go easy.”
With a smirk, Zayne raises his hand, his fingers flicking in a subtle gesture. My sweats suddenly drop down to my mid-thigh, lowered by magic. I glare at him, eyes narrowed.
“Yes, I’m sure,” Zayne quips, voice low. “I want you.”
That's all I needed to hear. Honestly, I wasn’t planning on fighting him on it. I need him too fucking bad, need to make that ass mine.
Flipping him over onto his back, I pull his pants off the rest of the way before grabbing his knees and pushing them up to his head.
His cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.
“You're so fucking perfect,” I growl, pulling my sweats all the way down, I fist my thick cock, groaning as pre-cum drips from the tip. Ridding his ass of the plug, I quickly replace it with the tip of my cock. “Breathe, Zayne. Relax for me.”
He lets out a breath, body going slack. Then I’m pushing in.
“Oh, fuck!” he cries out, tossing his head back as his hands fist the sheets.
“Breathe. You're doing so good,” I groan, eyes rolling back as his tight hole clenches around me. He’s so fucking warm and tight. Pure fucking heaven. “So good. Such a good fucking mate. God damnit, Zayne, you're so tight.”
With one thrust, I force my way in.
Closing my eyes, I try to gain some sort of control as I allow him a moment to adjust.
“Fuck,” he whimpers. “You’re so fucking big.”
“Are you okay?” I ask, panting as I feel myself lose control every second I’m inside him.
He licks his lips, chest heaving as he nods. “Fuck me, Asher. Please,” he whimpers. “I’m yours, claim me .”
His words make me snap. A savage snarl fills the room as I grab his thighs, holding him in place. Pulling all the way back, my hips snap forward.
He moans, eyes rolling back. Knowing I’m making my mate feel good has me picking up the pace.
It doesn’t take long before I’m in a full-blown rut. I’ve never felt like this before. Like I can’t get deep enough. I want to fuse my body with his.
The sound of our skin slapping together as I pound into him fills the room, mixing with the sounds of our combined pleasure. I know I’m being rough, but I can’t bring myself to stop. Leaning forward, I cover my body with his.
He wraps his legs around me, hands clawing at my back as he screams my name over and over again.
“Yes, Asher. Fuck. Oh gods. You feel so good. Fucking hell!” he screams, arching into me.
I snake a hand between us and wrap it around his cock, pumping with my thrusts with a tight grip. He pants as I play with him. His magic crackling and snapping around us shows me how much he likes this.
My mouth finds his neck. I suck and nip, growling and grunting. I’m close, so fucking close. But I don’t want this to be over. It can’t be. I just got inside him. I never want to leave.
“I’m going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouts and then I feel his cock twitch where it’s trapped between us, warm sticky cum covering his stomach and my hand.
I don’t stop, claws extending as my own pleasure builds.
His smell makes my head dizzy, his touch makes my knot throb.
The need to lock myself to him is overwhelming. To sink my teeth into his skin and mark him as mine permanently is soul consuming.
And because I have no one here to tell me no, I do both.
With one hard thrust, I shove my knot into his ass, making him scream. In pleasure or pain, I don’t know.
I’m too far gone, my wolf screaming at me to make him ours. “Mine.” The growl that leaves me is pure animal before I bite down hard, making him whimper as my own cock throbs, sending wave after wave of cum deep into his ass, marking him as mine.
We stay like that for a while, no one saying a word, just locked in each other's embrace as I remove my teeth and look at his new mate mark.
Seconds pass, reality comes seeping in.
My head snaps back, and I look down at him in horror. “I’m so fucking sorry, Zayne,” I rasp. “ Shit, shit shit.”
“Hey.” He smiles up at me with a sleepy look. “It’s okay. Shh. It’s okay.”
“It’s not okay. Nothing about that was okay. I should have been more careful with you, treated you better. I was too far gone. I told you we shouldn’t have done this. I forced my knot into you.” My voice cracks. “I bit you.”
“It was good.” He sounds drunk. “So good. So so good.” With each word, he sounds more and more out of it.
His reassurance helps me relax a little bit. I look at my mark on his neck and possessive pride fills me.
Now, whenever someone looks at him, they will know he’s a taken man. Taken by me .
Zayne passed out, breathing slow and steady. When my knot deflates, I carefully pull out. Leaning back on my knees, I bite my hand as I try to smother a growl as I watch my cum spill from his ass.
Going to the bathroom, I grab a warm cloth and clean him up, careful not to wake him before climbing into bed next to him. Grabbing him, I pull him close, wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling my face against his neck.
“You’re mine, Zayne,” I murmur softly. He’s so fucking gorgeous. And mine. All fucking mine. “And from now on, you will spend every night in my bed. Where you belong.”