Page 58 of Forbidden Mischief
“You’re mine tonight,” he murmurs, sinking onto me in a slow, agonizing motion.
I hiss as I enter him. He’s so fucking tight.
"I thought you've never done this," I gasp between breaths.
"I haven't, but I've used toys. Now, shut up and let me fuck you."
My head falls back, a moan slipping from my lips as he takes me, inch by inch, until I’m buried inside him.
“Fuck, Asher.”
He moves, slowly at first, rolling his hips, hands braced against my chest. His muscles flex, his breath coming in ragged pants as he rides me. I grip his hips, guiding him, urging him to take what he needs.
“So fucking good,” he groans, throwing his head back. His hands find mine, fingers intertwining as he grinds down harder. “You’re deep, baby. So fucking deep.”
He stops grinding and uses his knees that are either side of me to push himself up and down, bouncing on my dick.
“Fuck. You are a filthy fucking wolf,” I growl. “I want you to fuck me in wolf form.”
I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his cock, stroking him in time with his movements. He curses, hips stuttering, and I know he’s close. I can feel the way his body tightens, the way his thighs tremble.
“Come for me,” I command as I grip his knot and squeeze, and he does, shuddering around me as he spills onto my stomach. The sight alone is enough to send me over the edge, pleasure crashing through me as I come deep inside him.
We stay like that for a moment, panting, sweat-slick and spent.
Then, Asher chuckles, low and knowing. “Did you mean what you said earlier?”
I blink, still coming down from the high. “What?”
He leans down, nipping at my lower lip. “About fucking in wolf form.”
My breath catches. “I’ve thought about it since the first time we ran together. Since you tackled me with a hard-on.”
His grin turns wicked. “Don’t tempt me, little warlock,” he murmurs, dragging his teeth over my jaw. “I’d love to know you in wolf form.”
I groan, rolling us over, pinning him beneath me. “Fuck, Asher.”
He smirks. “Maybe later, baby. For now, I want you in my mouth.”
I'm caught off guard by his request, yet the thrill of it sends another rush of heat through me.
Asher leans over to the nightstand, grabbing a wipe from the nearby pack and running it down my length with one practiced, lazy stroke. “Can’t skip the cleanup,” he says with a wink. “Hygiene is hot.”
I take a moment to drink in the sight before me: his broad chest rising and falling with anticipation, the way his muscles glisten slightly from our fucking. The tension between us crackles like electricity, and the desire pooling in my gut is hard to ignore.
Suddenly, he moves so that he’s once again hovering over me, but this time his face is between my legs and his thick cock bobs above my head.
My fingers trace along the length of him, feeling how hard he is against my palm.
He wraps his lips around me slowly, teasingly at first.
I lean up and lick his slit. His taste is intoxicating—sweet and salty all at once—and as I take him deeper into my mouth, I hear him gasp above me.
“Zayne…” he breathes out, voice thick with lust, “just like that.”
I pick up the pace gradually, taking him deeper still while letting my tongue swirl around the sensitive tip. He’s lost in it now; every moan that he makes drives me higher. The vibrations adding to the sensation of him deep throating my cock.
Asher's mouth works me with a fervor that sends shivers racing down my spine. I take him deeper, lips stretching around his girth.
