Page 29 of Forbidden Mischief

ASHER

I’d have to say, one of the best things about being a wolf shifter is the quick healing.

Being in the pit, getting my ass beaten within an inch of my life, was the worst pain I’ve ever felt. Something I never want to experience again.

I hated that I was so weak, but the drugs they gave me didn’t let me properly defend myself. It was a weak, pathetic move on their part.

It wasn’t a fair fight, not by a long shot, but that's what he wanted.

He wanted me broken and beaten, to feel like I had nothing left. He wanted me to beg for my life so he could be the hero to give it back to me.

But I didn’t, not once.

Not that I didn’t want to, because I did. I wanted to live, I wanted to fight.

If I asked him for mercy, he wouldn’t have given it to me. He would have kept me locked up where he could put me through more of his bullshit conversion mentality.

I’m such a fool for not giving Zayne the benefit of the doubt. I should have known he'd come for me. That he wouldn’t just let me die.

I knew in my heart and soul that he was on his way. The closer he got, the more the will to hold on took over me.

And then he was there like an avenging angel.

I've never seen anything like him and his father using their magic.

Zayne was so brave and powerful, so fucking strong. Is it wrong of me to say it was pretty damn hot watching him go all beast mode?

It’s early in the morning, the sun hasn’t risen yet.

I’ve been awake for an hour now, unable to go back to sleep, too restless to even try.

Zayne’s head is on my chest where he lays cuddled up to my side.

Playing with his hair, I watch him sleep, unable to look away. I almost lost him forever. More like, he almost lost me.

The idea of leaving him alone, to have to go on without me, makes my stomach turn. The loss of a mate is a pain much greater than what I went through back at the pit and I never want him to have to experience that.

I don’t want to leave him, but I don’t think I can sit still any longer.

The wolf in me is howling to get out. I’m too tense. I need to shift and run, stretch out my muscles and burn off some energy.

“I’ll be back,” I whisper against the top of his head before pressing a kiss to his dark, silky locks.

Carefully, I maneuver him off me. He lets out a grumbling sound before snuggling into the pillow I replace myself with.

With another kiss to the side of his head and a quick inhale of his scent to settle me, I leave the room in only my boxers.

When I got home, I was a mess of blood and sweat. Zayne helped me shower because I was too weak to do it to myself.

It took everything in me not to break at the tenderness of his care. We didn’t talk much apart from telling one another we loved each other. It wasn’t the time for conversation.

By the time I was out and dried off, I was already starting to feel better than before.

Still, I was sore and so fucking tired.

I barely got my boxers on before I crashed in bed and fell asleep with Zayne refusing to leave my side.

Now, as I head out into the backyard, I’m practically healed.

I wouldn’t want to get into any fights anytime soon, but I’m well enough to shift and go for a run.

As soon as I’m in my wolf form, I’m off.

Every slap of my paws against the cool forest ground feels freeing. The wind against my fur, the strong smells of the earth around me. It’s all settling. Safe. Right.

By the time I make it back to the house, I feel like my old self. Physically, at least.

Breaking through the tree line, I halt when I look toward the back door, and find Zayne there.

He’s looking around. The pull in my chest tells me he’s looking for me. Giving the bond a little tug, his eyes snap over to mine.

My mate is so damn sexy. His dark hair rumpled from sleep. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He looks good enough to eat.

And fuck, do I ever want to have a taste of him right now.

My heart starts racing for a whole new reason.

He can feel my arousal through the bond and I’m surprised to find him responding with his want for me.

My mate wants something only I can give. And I plan on doing exactly that.

If the last twenty-four hours taught me anything, it’s to enjoy every moment you have because even though we might live longer than the average human, our lives can still be cut short at any time.

Zayne takes a step forward, his need for me lighting up the bond.

I take a step back.

He takes another forward. And I disappear back into the forest.

No way am I going to make it easy—I love a good chase. Working for the prize makes it that much better.

On stealthy paws, I sink deeper into the trees.

It doesn’t take long until I see Zanye. He’s followed me in, just like I wanted him to.

My mate has been wanting to try something for a while now, and I’m more than eager to give that to him right now.

Closing off my side of the bond to not give anything away, I wait and watch in the shadows.

Zayne walks further in, every step getting closer and closer to me.

He stops and looks around, the sky slowly starting to change from black to a dark blue.

Shifting my weight, my paw presses down on a stick. The sound of it cracking fills the silent space around us.

Zayne’s eyes snap over in my direction, but he can’t see me.

But I can see him. I see the excitement on his face and I can smell the arousal coming off him in waves. My needy boy. So fucking desperate for me.

I watch as the anticipation grows within him before he turns around and starts running in the opposite direction from me.

My lips curve into a smile inside my mind.

Yes. Run, my little mate.

I give him enough time to get a head start before I take off, unable to hold back anymore.

As I race through the woods, I’m fueled by adrenaline and arousal.

The hunt is exhilarating.

I stalk my mate like prey, with every intention of devouring him when I catch him.

When I get too close, I slow down, hiding behind trees and rocks.

Zayne stops in a small clearing, bending over to brace himself on his thighs as he takes a moment to catch his breath.

When I take a step closer, his head snaps to the side, eyes locking with mine.

His pupils dilate, chest heaving, and another wave of his arousal hits me hard.

I let out a low growl, my cock fully erect and wanting.

All I can think about in this moment is catching Zayne, pinning him to the ground and fucking breeding him until he can’t remember his name.

“Mine,” I snarl through the bond.

His eyes widen and then he’s off again.

This time I don’t hold back. I run. But he runs too.

He’s giving everything he’s got, using every ounce of energy he has.

When I get too close, I pull back just enough so he’s out of reach.

He’s panting hard now and I can hear how fast his heart is beating. Pure lust and excitement are pouring off him. It’s the high of the chase that has both of us in our grasp.

I’m only able to hold out for another minute longer before I put this hunt to an end.

With a growl, I pounce, knocking Zayne to the ground.

He goes down with a grunt, landing on his stomach. His breathing erratic, his need nearly suffocating.

I’m fucking feral for him, my wolf instincts screaming to take over completely, but before I let that happen, I have to know he’s okay with this.

“Are you sure?” I push through the bond as I press a paw against his back, pinning him to the ground.

He lays there, panting heavily, not even trying to escape me anymore. I can smell how much he wants this. But I need his verbal confirmation too. Even if it's through the bond.

“Yes,” he answers back in the bond. “I want this. I want you.”

That's all I need before my animalistic instincts take over.

I claw at his sweatpants, shredding the material that's between me and my mate. Zayne curses and whimpers as he tries to help me remove his sweats.

When his tight bare ass comes into view, I growl, low, hungry.

Zayne lays there, ass in the air. His face is pressed against the ground as he looks back at me with pure desire shining brightly in his stunning eyes. “Please,” he whispers. It’s needy and pathetic and so fucking sexy.

Bringing my muzzle down to his ass, my tongue darts out, lapping over his tight hole before thrusting past the ring of muscle.

“Oh fuck,” he cries out, arching his ass, pushing himself deeper onto my tongue as I eat him like the starved wolf I am.

I’m bigger in this form and this is the best I can do to prep him to take me.

I fuck him with my tongue until he’s a sobbing mess below me.

“Please, Asher,” he whines like the needy little cock slut he is. “I need you. Please, fuck me.”

He tastes so fucking good.

Moving up his body, I open my jaw and latch it around the back of his neck, pinning him in place as I get into position behind him with a feral growl.

Thrusting forward, I try to get myself inside him. It’s so slippery, I’m dripping so much pre-cum that it slips past his hole and slides through his crack.

I try again and again, but can’t fucking get it where I need to go, and I growl in frustration.

Fuck. Now is not the time to have no fucking hands to position myself properly.

As if Zayne is reading my mind, he reaches back and wraps his hand around my cock.

I groan, thrusting into his touch as he brings my cock down where it needs to go.

He holds me in place, and I don’t waste time thrusting inside him.

Zayne cries out, his nails digging into the dirt below as I let out a snarl.

Fuck. He feels so good, so tight. Need to fuck him. Need to breed him.

Shifting my weight, I get a better angle when he lifts his ass up a bit more and we both moan.

That's it. That's the spot.

Unable to hold back, I let go and start to fuck him savagely.

I’m lost to the pure blinding pleasure right now.

I don’t need to check in with Zayne, to make sure he’s okay, because I can feel him through the bond.

He loves this. I’m making him feel good.

That has me fucking him harder.

The quiet forest is filled with Zayne’s moans, whimpers, and whines of pleasure mixing with my growls, grunts, and snarls as my cock glides in and out of his ass. He grinds against the ground for friction as he chants my name.

My knot bumps against his hole, and I want to thrust it deep inside his ass.

When Zayne thrusts back at the same time I thrust forward, it forces my knot inside him. “Oh god!” he screams as I lock myself in place.

It’s too much. He’s too tight. It feels too fucking good and I let go. With a loud, guttural growl, my cock pulses inside him. Rope after rope of cum fills his tight warm ass until it’s dripping free.

“Fuck. Oh good. Oh, fuck,” he whimpers below me. “I need to cum, Asher. Please. Let me touch myself.”

In this position, he wouldn’t have been able to slip a hand between him to jerk off properly.

My knot deflates just enough for me to be able to pull out without hurting him much and it slips free, still hard and hanging between my legs as my cum drips from Zayne’s used hole. It’s the best sight I’ve ever seen.

Biting at his shirt, I growl as I flip him over on his back. He’s dirty, grass and dirt clinging to his shirt as he lays there, looking up at me with nearly black eyes as his chest rises and falls.

But that’s not what has my attention. My eyes drop to his long, thick cock laying flat against his stomach. It’s leaking pre-cum, smeared all over his abs.

My mate needs to cum, and I plan on being the one to make him.

Locking eyes with his, I lean down and lap at his hard cock.

“Fuck.” He tosses his head back, arm thrown over his eyes as he thrusts up into my touch.

With a low growl, I lap up his shaft over and over again before curling my tongue around his heavy balls.

“Asher,” he whimpers, moving his arm to look up at me with pleading eyes.

I lick faster, and his breathing grows heavy. He’s close, so close. Just needs something to throw him over the edge.

I nip at the underside of his cock and he gasps, arching off the ground as his cock starts to pulse. Cum shoots out in thick streams, covering his stomach and abs. “Asher, fuck baby, yes, oh gods,” he chants as his orgasm takes hold of him.

When his cock is spent and his balls have nothing left to give, he drops back down to the ground, groaning. “Holy shit,” he pants out.

Not wanting to waste a drop of his cum, I clean him up, getting a groan of approval from Zayne. When I'm done,I cover his body with mine and lick his face.

“Gross.” He laughs, pushing at me.

Shifting back into human form, I laugh with him as I collapse on top of him.

He grunts, and I wrap my arms around him, rolling us until we end up side by side.

We say nothing as we just lay there on the ground, looking up at the sky as it comes to life.

We don’t need words, we can feel one another. Him happy, content. Me, in love, safe.

Pressing a kiss to his temple, I snuggle him closer when he shivers, moving onto our sides so that I’m mostly covering him with my body. Because of my body heat, it’s pretty cozy.

After a while, in comfortable silence, I speak. “I love you. You know that right? You're mine, Zayne. I’m keeping you forever and I’m never letting you go.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my chest. “Because that was never an option. I love you too, Asher. You changed my life, for the better and I can’t thank you enough for that. I can’t imagine a life without you in it.”

My chest clenches, and my hold on him tightens. “You saved me. In more ways than you could ever understand. And for that, I owe you my life. I will spend the rest of our days together loving and cherishing you.”

“And I plan on doing the same thing with you, Asher. It’s you and me against the world.”

“Forever,” I murmur, kissing the top of his head.

“And always.”

I never thought in a million years I’d find this kind of happiness.

If I never moved to Sugar River, I'd never have met Zayne, and the idea of that makes me want to rip the world apart.

I was never meant to take over the pack for my father. That life was never supposed to be mine.

No. I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

With Zayne. My heart. My soul. My everything.

My mate.