Page 3 of Forbidden Mischief

ASHER

I’m up way before my alarm is set to go off. I hardly got any sleep last night, unable to shut my mind off. Yesterday was a lot to take in, with so many new changes happening back to back.

I’m at an unfamiliar house in a strange town. Now I’m about to start at a new school filled with strangers. I hate change. Wolves like consistency and structure. But I need to remind myself that this is for the better.

We’re safe here where he can’t hurt us. This change is good. I just hope it doesn’t fuck with me too much.

One thing that surprises me the most is that I’ve already made a friend. Rolling over, I grin into my pillow as I think about my time with Prudence last night.

I felt very out of place and not really eager to talk to anyone. I was not at all interested in the girls who were hitting on me. My sexuality isn’t something that’s a secret, but I don’t know them well enough to casually toss it out there.

So, I kept to the background like I wanted and just enjoyed the music from where I was sitting around the fire.

That was until Prudence came popping out of the bushes, chasing after a frog that was hopping away from her. I watched and smiled, her very colorful crocheted top and long seventies style skirt catching my attention.

When she gave up trying to catch the frog, she turned to leave and noticed me sitting there. Her face slipped into a big grin, and she invited herself to sit down.

She started talking a mile a minute, first about one thing, then she’d quickly move to the next. I didn’t mind, though, I kind of enjoyed not being expected to talk.

After a while, I felt at ease around her. Wolves have a keen sense of sniffing out who’s a good person and who isn’t. I knew right away, Prudence is as pure as they come.

So when she decided I was her new best friend, and she was going to pick me up for our first day of school today, I didn’t argue.

It’s better than being forced to sit in a car with Zayne.

It’s not that I don’t like Zayne, it’s the complete opposite.

What I got from being around him last night is he’s funny, has been kind to me and seems to be liked by everyone.

He is nice enough to his friends, and has this cocky, confident vibe about him that’s just enough that he avoids coming off as an asshole.

But the reason why I don’t want to be stuck with him for any amount of time is because anytime I think of him, my thoughts wander to a dirty place. Thoughts I shouldn’t have about my stepbrother. It’s hard, though, because he’s so damn hot, and the more I think about him, the stiffer my cock gets.

Like right now. It’s not morning wood because I’ve been up for an hour. It’s the fact that I had a wet dream about Zayne and now it won’t go away.

Finally, my alarm goes off. Groaning, I roll out of bed, shutting the alarm off before padding sleepily over to the attached bathroom.

That’s another crazy thing, I get my own bathroom here. At the pack house, I had to share with so many people, there was never hot water by the time I got to shower.

Now, not only can I shower, but I can take a bath in a damn jacuzzi tub.

Rubbing my eyes, I grab a towel from the shelf and hang it up next to the shower. I turn it on nice and hot before getting in. Steam fills the space quickly and fuck, the pressure of the water feels amazing.

After washing my hair first, I work on my body, paying extra attention to my cock.

Groaning, I tip my head back as I let my soapy hand stroke up and down my shaft. My body tingles as pleasure shoots down my spine and right to my knot. “Fuck,” I groan, the image of Zayne on his knees, taking my cock deep into his mouth pops inside my head when it really shouldn’t.

But it doesn’t stop me from touching myself as I pick up the pace. I tighten the hold on my cock in a punishing grip, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

Zayne bobs his head, taking me all the way every time. “Yes,” I breathe out, feeling my orgasm coming fast. I imagine him gagging from my size, forcing him to take all my cum, and wrap my free hand around my knot, giving it a squeeze.

Letting out a long groan, my cock jerks, sending cum shooting out and hitting the tile wall. It’s so damn much, I should be embarrassed. After my balls are empty, my chest heaves, and I feel a little guilty. I grab the shower head and spray off the walls, watching my cum disappear down the drain.

Shutting off the water, I pull my towel from the rack, dry off, and wrap it around my waist before heading back into my room.

Opening my closet, I sigh, looking at the dark navy blue uniform hanging. Yet another change. At my old school, we wore whatever we wanted. So much change and I don’t think I like it.

Knowing I have no other choice, I put it on, grab the bag that mom has ready for me, and head downstairs.

“Shit, sorry,” a voice grunts as I round the corner, running into someone.

Not someone. Zayne. A half naked Zayne. He’s standing there, a towel around his waist and nothing else.

“Oh, hey there, Asher. Sorry about that.”

I just blink stupidly, unable to take my eyes off his ripped chest.

“Anyway, gotta get back to my shower, ran out of shampoo,” he says, and then I notice the bottle in his hand. Looking up, I see his hair is wet, water dripping down his chest.

Fuck, I need to get out of here. My cock is already coming back to life, and I don’t have time for a round two right now when there shouldn’t have even been a round one.

“Asher?” he asks at the same time I get a text from Prudence that she’s out front waiting for me.

Ignoring him, I step around him and practically sprint down the hall, then the stairs and straight out the front door. Only when I’m in Prudence’s car do I let myself breathe.

“Hey, you!” she says excitedly. “I’m so glad we can ride together.”

As my breathing settles, I become more aware of my surroundings. My eyes widen as I take in Prudence’s car. It’s like a Care Bear puked color all over it. But it’s the back seat that gets me. It’s one big trunk and… is that a coffin?!

“Uh, Prudence… is this a hearse?”

“Why yes; yes, it is.” She gives me one firm nod before heading down the driveway.

Well, I guess that answers my question. And I’m not at all surprised this is her choice in vehicles. It suits her.

We make a pit stop at a coffee shop along the way. Pru vowed on her life that if she didn’t have coffee, she would die . While I don’t believe she actually would, I humored her and got myself something, too.

Once we got back into the car, Prudence turns on the radio.

Evanescence’s Bring Me To Life flows from the speakers and she starts to belt out the lyrics.

I look at her with a raised brow. She came off as this bright, bubbly person so far.

She looks over at me, smiling as she sings, and I crack a smile of my own.

Shaking my head, I look out the window and sing along with her.

When it gets to where the guy joins the female’s vocals, I start to sing his part, while she sings hers.

By the time we reach school, the song is over and we both look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Not bad, Ashy,” Prudence teases, holding out her fist.

“You too, Prudence.” I tap her knuckles with my own.

“Call me Pru, all my friends do. And yes, I suck donkey balls, but that’s okay. I love music, to sing and dance, and I don’t give two shits what anyone thinks.”

“I can respect that.” I chuckle.

“Alright, Ashy, here you have it. Welcome to hell, where the richest get bitches and the poors are whores,” she announces as she swings her door open.

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. Pru is a ray of sunshine that I desperately need in my cloudy life.

“Wow,” I murmur as I take in the school. “Are we at Hogwarts or something?” I joke.

“I wish,” Pru sighs dreamily. “But no. Sadly, that is just in the movies. But we do have similar magic. Just , no crazy man trying to kill some poor dude.”

I was joking, but I’m not sure if she knew that or not.

“Sugar River Academy isn’t bad, it’s the people who make me want to turn everyone into toads. Stick with me and you’ll be fine. I could tell last night that you’re not a fan of people, but with me around, no one will come close to you. Perks of being the weird kid in school.”

“Oh.” I blink. “I don’t think you’re weird.”

Pru casts me a ‘really dude?’ look, and I chuckle. “You’re sweet, but let’s be real. I’m weird, I’m gay, and I’m proud.”

That has me stopping. “You’re gay?” I whisper.

“Yes,” she mockingly whispers back. “I like the V, not the D.” She gives me a slow grin. “And you like it the other way around, don’t you, Ashy?”

“How did you know?”

“The way you were eye fucking your brother last night when you didn’t think anyone was looking was a dead giveaway.”

My cheeks heat as I swallow thickly.

“Was I that obvious?”

“Nah.” She laughs. “I saw it, but I don’t think anyone else did. They were too busy getting shit-faced.”

Nodding, we continue. Just as we make it out of the parking lot, I find Zayne sitting on a bench. There’s a girl tucked under his arm, another by his side. He’s laughing while they run their hands over his chest, giggling at whatever he’s saying.

“Down, boy,” Pru says, poking me in the side. “Your jelly is showing.”

“I’m not jealous,” I mutter, looking away. I just met the man, he can do whatever he wants with whomever he wants. Also, he’s my stepbrother, nothing could happen even if I wanted something to.

Pru wraps her arms around mine, placing her head on my arm as we walk into the building. My heart swells with happiness. One thing I miss the most about my pack is touch. Part of me hopes Pru is a touchy-feely kind of girl because I think that’s what I need.

She manages to show me to the office to get my class schedule and each of the rooms the classes will be in before the bell rings. Thankfully, Pru is in the same morning class as me, so she makes sure we sit together, and when I ask for the back corner, she gladly agrees.

Math, English, and Science were interesting. At my old school, we followed more of a human curriculum, but here it’s more tailored toward witches and warlocks. I’m not sure if this is going to affect my ability to do my work, but maybe Pru can help me with things I can’t do due to not having magic.

“One of the best things about this school is the food,” Pru says as we stand in line in the massive cafeteria. I’m almost expecting waiters and waitresses to come out and take our orders with how fancy this place is.

I hum in agreement, my mind elsewhere as I find myself looking around for Zayne.

“He’s not here,” Pru giggles.

My eyes snap over to her. “Who’s not here?” She gives me a look like she doesn’t believe me, and I sigh.

“Where would he be then?” I ask, not caring. Not really, at least.

“Probably on the football field. Coach has them practicing for the first half of lunch before eating. Then again, three days a week after school.”

Football. I knew he played something. “That’s a lot.”

“Tell me about it. But our team is the best,” she shrugs.

“How do you know all this?” She doesn’t seem like someone who would like sports, but then again, I’ve learned quickly not to assume anything about Pru.

“I was dating the head of the school paper last year, and she went to the games to take photos and shit for it. Turns out she just wanted to find more time to see Tony, the football player I found her fucking behind the bleachers.”

“What the hell?” I mutter. “Wow.”

“It’s okay. I don’t want to waste my time with people who don’t value me or mine. She wasn’t meant to be, but I’ll find my forever someday.” She gives me a beaming smile, not looking the least bit upset about it.

I smile back and we grab some food. “Come on, wolfy.”

“Where are we going?” I ask her as I follow her out of the café and down the hall.

“Going to watch,” is all she says before taking me out of a side door.

That’s when I hear the shouts and the sounds of a whistle.

Pru leads me to the football field and over to the bleachers.

“There’s your boy toy,” she teases, nodding her head toward the field before taking a bite of her turkey sandwich.

“He’s not my boy toy,” I growl lightly. “He’s not my anything.”

“Yet!” she sings around the mouthful of food.

Huffing, I look in the direction she pointed to, and I almost choke on my tongue. Fuck sakes, why does he have to look so fucking delicious?

Zayne jogs over to the bench with his helmet under one arm.

When he gets there, he puts the helmet down and picks up a water bottle.

I watch as his throat bobs with each gulp he takes, and my cock twitches.

When he’s done, he uses some of the water to spray his face and the top of his head before shaking it out, reminding me of how he looked this morning.

“Damn, dog, you have it bad.”

I don’t even bother denying it, as I can’t seem to take my eyes off him. Thankfully, me creeping on my stepbrother isn’t as obvious as they start to practice harder and he runs around.

I manage to eat my food without even realizing it. Or maybe Pru ate it? Either way, when the coach blows his whistle, telling the players to hit the locker room and go eat, I don’t see it on my lap anymore, just the trash left behind.

“Let’s go, we can walk the gardens until lunch is over,” Pru suggests, standing up.

As we’re heading down the bleachers, Zayne spots me. He smirks, giving me a wave, and I almost trip over my damn feet and down the bleachers.

As we make it to the bottom and throw our trash away, I hear someone call out, “Prunes! Think fast!”

My eyes snap over Pru’s shoulder to see a football coming toward her face. My hand shoots out, grabbing the ball out of the air just before it hits her face.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, stumbling back into me. “Fucking Tony!”

“Is this guy for real?” I snarl, anger filling me at the fact that this fucking asshole would purposely hit someone, a girl, my new friend.

With my lip peeled back, I take the football and throw it back at the jackass with all of my wolf’s strength. The guy’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to reach for the ball as it slams into him, knocking him on his ass.

“Wow.” I hear Zayne say nearby, sounding shocked.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Someone laughs. I look over to see the coach jogging over to us. “Hey, new kid, you like chasing balls?”

My brows furrow. “What?”

“Never mind,” he chuckles. “You’re on the team. Next practice is tomorrow after school. See you then. Zayne, get your brother up to speed.”

I’m stunned. What the hell just happened?

“What was that?” Zayne asks, still looking half shocked.

That’s what I’m wondering. All I wanted was to eat lunch, and now I’m on the football team? So much for lying low and blending in.