Page 57 of Forbidden Mischief
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.
