Page 43 of Forbidden Mischief
“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.”
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.
