Page 24 of Forbidden Mischief

ZAYNE

The second we step into the house, Asher sets me down and is already peeling his shirt off, stretching his arms with a satisfied groan that sends a ripple of arousal through me. He drops the keys onto the entryway table, his eyes dragging over me before he turns and heads upstairs.

“You coming, or am I bathing alone?” Asher calls.

I exhale slowly, already knowing I’m in trouble.

By the time I enter the bathroom, he’s got the tub filling, steam curling around him like an invitation.

He leans against the counter, wearing nothing but that smirk and a promise of trouble in his eyes.

My magic stirs beneath my skin, responding to him the way it always does—like a current drawn to lightning.

“I could get used to this,” he murmurs, reaching for my hoodie and shirt and tugging them over my head. His hands linger on my shoulders, his thumbs tracing idle circles over my collarbones. “You, naked, wet, at my mercy.”

I snort. “You think I’m at your mercy?”

He grins, tugging me closer until I’m flush against his heat. “You want to test that theory?”

I don’t get the chance to answer before he’s kissing me, deep and slow, like he has all the time in the world to unravel me. His tongue sweeps against mine, coaxing, teasing. My fingers dig into his hips, nails biting into his skin just enough to make him hiss.

I tug at the waistband of my pants. They slide off easily, but as I kick them aside, I notice Asher’s eyes tracking every movement, the heat in them only growing. His gaze lingers on my cock as it springs free, and fuck if that doesn’t stir something deep in me.

The bath is nearly full when he finally pulls away, pupils blown wide. “Get in,” he orders, and fuck, I love when he uses that voice.

I step into the tub, hissing at the heat before sinking in, letting it work its magic over my sore muscles. Asher follows, settling down behind me, his strong arms looping around my waist as he pulls me back against his chest.

“You tense, baby?” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the curve of my shoulder.

I hum, letting my head tip back onto his shoulder. “You could say that.”

He chuckles, hands gliding over my chest, tracing every ridge. “Let me take care of you, Zayne.”

His hands slide lower, teasing over my stomach, fingers grazing my skin in slow, torturous motions that have me gripping the edges of the tub, teeth clenched.

“Relax,” he murmurs against my ear, nipping at my earlobe.

Relax. Right . As if that’s possible when he’s touching me like this; his hands sliding beneath the water, fingers dipping lower, brushing over my cock in a featherlight touch that has my breath catching.

“Asher,” I warn, but it comes out more like a plea.

He grins against my neck. “Yes, my little warlock?”

I love when he calls me that. It makes me feel like something he wants to claim, something he wants to own. And fuck, if I don’t want to be owned by him.

The teasing doesn’t last long. It never does. Asher is all hunger and impatience when he finally strokes me in earnest, his palm wrapping around my length, pumping slowly as the water sloshes around us. His breath is hot against my ear, his teeth scraping down my throat.

“You get so fucking hard for me,” he mutters, his grip tightening. “You like when I touch you like this? When I take my time playing with my little warlock?”

I groan, my hips jerking up into his fist. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Asher growls, low and primal, and then his other hand dips lower, fingers teasing at my entrance. My whole body tenses, pleasure coiling tight as he circles the sensitive ring of muscle.

“Please,” I whisper, shamelessly.

“Not yet,” he says, voice dark with amusement. “I want to watch you fall apart first.”

And fall apart I do.

When we finally drag ourselves out of the bath, my legs are barely steady beneath me.

Asher tosses a towel at me, but neither of us get the chance to use them before the towels drop, and we’re on each other again, wet skin sliding against wet skin.

I push him back against the mattress, crawling over him, but he flips me effortlessly, straddling my hips.

His cock is hard and leaking against my stomach, and he grins down at me like he’s won something.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Didn't you say you wanted to top?” He grins before licking his lips.

"I did."

"Didn't I tell you I'd give my mate whatever he wanted?"

"Yes," I rasp.

"Then I'm gonna fuck myself on that big dick of yours while you stroke my knot and I cum all over you. Do you understand?"

"Fuck," I whine.

He grabs the lube but doesn't open it. Instead, he wraps his lips around my dick pumping, one… two… three times before nipping my angry mushroom head. Then he pours some lube in his hand and coats my cock as he strokes me from root to tip.

“You’re mine tonight,” he murmurs, sinking onto me in a slow, agonizing motion.

I hiss as I enter him. He’s so fucking tight.

"I thought you've never done this," I gasp between breaths.

"I haven't, but I've used toys. Now, shut up and let me fuck you."

My head falls back, a moan slipping from my lips as he takes me, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside him.

“Fuck, Asher.”

He moves, slowly at first, rolling his hips, hands braced against my chest. His muscles flex, his breath coming in ragged pants as he rides me. I grip his hips, guiding him, urging him to take what he needs.

“So fucking good,” he groans, throwing his head back. His hands find mine, fingers intertwining as he grinds down harder. “You’re deep, baby. So fucking deep.”

He stops grinding and uses his knees that are either side of me to push himself up and down, bouncing on my dick.

“Fuck. You are a filthy fucking wolf,” I growl. “I want you to fuck me in wolf form.”

I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him in time with his movements. He curses, hips stuttering, and I know he’s close. I can feel the way his body tightens, the way his thighs tremble.

“Come for me,” I command as I grip his knot and squeeze, and he does, shuddering around me as he spills onto my stomach. The sight alone is enough to send me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me as I come deep inside him.

We stay like that for a moment, panting, sweat-slick and spent.

Then, Asher chuckles, low and knowing. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”

I blink, still coming down from the high. “What?”

He leans down, nipping at my lower lip. “About fucking in wolf form.”

My breath catches. “I’ve thought about it since the first time we ran together. Since you tackled me with a hard-on.”

His grin turns wicked. “Don’t tempt me, little warlock,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth over my jaw. “I’d love to know you in wolf form.”

I groan, rolling us over, pinning him beneath me. “Fuck, Asher.”

He smirks. “Maybe later, baby. For now, I want you in my mouth.”

I'm caught off guard by his request, yet the thrill of it sends another rush of heat through me.

Asher leans over to the nightstand, grabbing a wipe from the nearby pack and running it down my length with one practiced, lazy stroke. “Can’t skip the cleanup,” he says with a wink. “Hygiene is hot.”

I take a moment to drink in the sight before me: his broad chest rising and falling with anticipation, the way his muscles glisten slightly from our fucking. The tension between us crackles like electricity, and the desire pooling in my gut is hard to ignore.

Suddenly, he moves so that he’s once again hovering over me, but this time his face is between my legs and his thick cock bobs above my head.

My fingers trace along the length of him, feeling how hard he is against my palm.

He wraps his lips around me slowly, teasingly at first.

I lean up and lick his slit. His taste is intoxicating—sweet and salty all at once—and as I take him deeper into my mouth, I hear him gasp above me.

“Zayne…” he breathes out, voice thick with lust, “just like that.”

I pick up the pace gradually, taking him deeper still while letting my tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. He’s lost in it now; every moan that he makes drives me higher. The vibrations adding to the sensation of him deep throating my cock.

Asher's mouth works me with a fervor that sends shivers racing down my spine. I take him deeper, lips stretching around his girth.

“Zayne,” he gasps, his voice a low growl that reverberates through his chest. “You have no idea how good you feel.”

“Want to feel you cum in my mouth,” I murmur, the words thick with urgency.

His breath hitches at my words. “Then let me feel you too,” he urges, his voice laced with desperation.

I move up, taking him deeper than before while I wrap my fingers around his base.

“Fuck, yes… just like that,” he grunts, thrusting into my mouth as I hollow my cheeks around him. His hips roll instinctively.

My throat tightens around him as I push myself further onto him, feeling the weight of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. He lets out a strangled growl that sends shockwaves through me.

“I’m so close,” he warns between ragged breaths.

Asher’s body tenses before he releases an animalistic growl that echoes through the room. Warmth floods my mouth as he spills—pulsing jets of heat filling me as I swallow every drop eagerly.

The taste of him does me in and I jerk with a cry as I cum, filling his mouth with my release.

When he finally pulls away, panting, his eyes are dark with desire. Asher moves in a flash, flipping so his face is inches from mine, his hand wrapping around my throat as his lips crash against mine.

His tongue pushes into my mouth and my own release comes with. I startle for half a second, the taste of myself flooding my tongue, but his low growl sends a pulse of heat straight to my cock. I groan, pushing it back into his mouth in a heated exchange that has my whole body on edge.

He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his pupils blown wide with hunger. “Open,” he commands, his voice dripping with authority.

I obey without hesitation, my lips parting.

Asher smirks, then spits my cum back into my waiting mouth, his grip tightening in my hair. “Swallow.”

A fresh wave of arousal courses through me at his words, making my cock twitch, like he hasn’t already wrung me dry three times tonight. I swallow obediently, my throat bobbing as he watches, his gaze dark and approving.

“Such a good little warlock for your brother,” he murmurs, his tone softer now. He presses a lingering kiss to my lips, his tongue sweeping over mine in a slow, possessive glide before pulling away.

Sliding off the bed, he grabs a damp towel from earlier and begins cleaning me up with gentle strokes, his fingers warm despite the cool fabric. The remnants of his earlier release are harder to wipe away, but he does the best he can, his touch lingering longer than necessary.

“We’ll shower in the morning,” he whispers.

I nod, too spent to respond properly.

Asher climbs into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms, his warmth enveloping me completely. His scent, a mix of sweat, sex, and something distinctly him, lulls me into a hazy, satisfied sleep.

The last thing I feel is the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my cheek before sleep takes me under.