Page 35 of Forbidden Mischief
I’m trying my best to take things slow, to go at his pace.
There’s only so much I can do. I’m a wolf. Slow isn’t really something we do in our world. Everything is fast-paced, and when we meet our mate? Ha, good luck with that. They become our whole world for the first little while. Often the female goes into heat and it pretty much turns into a fuck fest.
Seeing how Zayne isn’t an omega, or a female, I don’t have to worry about that. It still doesn’t take away the primal urge to fuck him into submission and breed him.
“It’s late anyway. We should get some sleep. School tomorrow.”
“What? Dude, it’s noon. Asher, come on. What's up? Did I do something wrong?”
The uncertainty in his voice has me stopping at the bottom of the stairs, my whole body going rigid. Everything in me screams to go over and comfort my mate, but I know the moment I touch him, all bets are off. I’m doing this for both our sakes.
“No.” My voice comes out in a rasp. “You didn't do anything wrong.”
“Then why are you running from me?”
“I’m not running,” I sigh heavily, closing my eyes as I let my head fall back. “I’m giving myself space because all I want to do right now is pin you to that couch and devour you. To take your cock into my mouth and suck you so good I fucking drain you,” I growl, nails digging into the wooden banister.
I can hear his sharp intake of breath from here, his arousal making its way over to me. A low, feral growl rumbles in my chest. Fuck, this is going to be a lot harder than I thought.
With every passing day, my control slips. Every cell in my body is desperate for him. The need to be with him in every way mates are is almost too much.
“Just– just give me a little bit. Then we can have some lunch.”
“Okay,” he whispers, and my fucking heart shatters.
It’s not his fault. It’s my issue and I’m hurting him. That fucking kills me.
Without a second thought, I race up the stairs, not stopping until I’m under the cold spray of the shower.
A full body shiver wracks my body, but I let the bite of the chill take over, trying to will my fucking cock to go down.
Cursing when it doesn’t, I change the water to warm and lean my arm against the tile wall. Placing my forehead against my arm, I close my eyes as I wrap my hand around my cock.
A groan leaves my lips as I thrust into my hand, working it over my aching shaft.
I’m lost in the feeling when I hear the door open, my whole body tensing.
Chest heaving, I stand there under the water, waiting for Zayne to say something. I know it’s him, I can fucking feel him in my soul.
“Need some help there?” he asks, his voice a light teasing tone, but I can hear the nervousness shine through.
“Zayne.” I say his name as a low warning growl. I don’t want to be an asshole, but right now is not the time for jokes.
My breathing comes in heavier with every breath, the grip on my cock almost painful, but still I don’t move, afraid to.
Zayne doesn’t say anything and for a second, I think he left.
The door to the shower opens, every one of my senses on alert.
“Asher.” His voice is nearly drowned out by the water, but I hear him. He runs his hand over my shoulder, sending a shock right down to my cock.
My jaw clenches so tight I think I’m going to break a damn tooth.
“Zayne.” This time, his name comes out as a plea. For him to keep touching me, or for him to back away, I’m not sure.
“Look at me.” He grips my chin, forcing me to look his way.
As soon as my gaze lands on his bright blue eyes, swimming with curiosity and need, I’m done for.
