Page 56 of Forbidden Mischief
My words backfire because a wave of his arousal fills the car and I have to bite down a moaned growl as my cock swells, pressing against my jeans.
Licking my lips, I shake my head, trying to concentrate on what we're talking about.
“Yes,” he says again. “It's something I want to try.”
Nodding, I take a deep breath. “I’ve never bottomed before.” I flick my eyes over to his and see his shoulders slump. “But–” I continue and his eyes glance up to meet mine. “If that's what my mate wants, that's what he will get.” I wink.
“You don’t have to agree because you think you have to.”
“I’m not,” I insist. “For you, I’m willing to try anything, okay?”
“Really?” I see that little spark of hope in his eyes. He really seems to want to try this. It’s not that I’ve never used toys on myself before. They feel good, and I came pretty damn hard while using them. I’ve just always been the more dominant one.
“Really.” I nod.
“Okay.” He licks his lips. “Then yes, I want to try.”
As we round the corner, I see Zayne shifting in his seat, pulling his arms into his hoodie as he shivers. “Are you cold?”
“Just a little bit,” he tells me, smirking. “Not all of us have big wolf bodies to keep us warm.”
“You should have told me, I’d have put on the heat.”
“It’s fine. We’re almost home.” He tries to blow it off.
“No. It’s not fine. I’m going to run you a bath when we get home, okay?” I squeeze his knee before rubbing my hand up and down his thigh to help warm him up.
He smiles over at me. “Okay.”
I love that he doesn’t fight me when I try to take care of him. I like it, to see him happy, to make sure he’s comfortable.
Pulling up to the house, I’m out of the car and rushing over to his side before he has the chance to open the door and I do it for him.
“Thanks.” He chuckles and gets out. Wrapping my arms around him, I lift him into my hold.
“What are you doing?” He laughs as he wraps his arms and legs around me.
“Carrying you inside, keeping you warm as much as I can until we get to the bath.” I grin as we walk toward the house.
“You're crazy, you know that?” he says in amusement.
“I know. Crazy about you.” I kiss him on the nose, loving the way his cheeks turn pink.
CHAPTER 22
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?”
