Page 42 of Forbidden Mischief
I’m vibrating right now, chest heaving with harsh breaths. “I gotta go,” I tell her, eyes flicking back over to Zayne’s.
He’s looking at me now, brows furrowed in confusion. He’s fucking joking, right?
As if he can read my mind, he looks down at the girl still hanging off him. His eyes widen and I see him curse before pushing her away again. They argue, his eyes flicking over to mine every few seconds.
I don’t stay and wait. I know I should talk to him, but now is not the time.
Breaking out into a jog, I run off the field toward the tree line and away from everyone. As soon as I’m blanketed by the night of the forest and its greenery, I shift.
My paws meet the cold ground, and I take off running, letting my animal side take over.
I don’t stay in the woods for a run, heading straight for home. It’s late, and while I’m mad, I don’t want Zayne being at home worried about me.
Once the house is in view, I shift back into my human form, not caring about being naked. Grabbing a pair of sweats I have stashed for when I go for my runs, I slip them on and head into the house.
Mom and Dexter aren’t home. They’re off doing something for Dexter’s work. So it’s just me in the house. Good, I’m not in the headspace for my mother’s questions, no matter how good her intentions are.
The run did nothing. I’m still fucking vibrating. My skin is crawling. I want to scream, to fight, to tear someone apart.
To tear that bitch who put her hands on my fucking man apart.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and jog upstairs. My plan was to hop into the shower, try to wash some of this tension away, but as soon as I walk into my room, I’m hit with his smell.
My cock turns to stone as I growl.Fuck!
That anger comes back to me full force. I pace my room, running my hands through my hair as I grab at the strands. I feel like I’m losing my fucking mind!
The sound of the front door closing has me stopping. My heart pounds against my rib cage, breath coming in heavy pants.
Pulling the door open, I stumble to a stop when I nearly crash into Zayne.
He takes a step back, his eyes boring into mine. “What the fuck?” he asks. “Where the hell did you go? You just took off with no warning.”
My lip peels back as I officially snap. Grabbing him by the shirt, I yank him into my room. Slamming the door shut, I shove him up against it.
“What the hell, Asher!” he shouts.
I get in his face, growling. “You’re fucking mine. Do you understand me, Zayne?”
His lips part as he blinks rapidly. “Y-yes. I know that.”
“Then why the fuck would you let another person put their hands all over you?” I’m an inch away from his face now, hand still clutched in his shirt. “I saw that girl all fucking over you. You didn’t push her away until after you saw me watching. She fucking kissed you!”
His face falls. "It’s not like that, Asher. I swear. I was caught up in the moment of the win. I didn’t even notice she was there until she kissed me. And I pushed her away. I told her not to touch me. I promise."
I can see the truth in his eyes, but it does nothing to calm the storm raging within me.
My eyes flick between his, my breath still coming in quick pants.
He raises his hands, cupping my cheeks. “What can I do to make this better?” he asks me, his voice soft. “You’re worked up, I can see you practically trembling.”
“What I need from you, you're not ready for,” I answer him, my voice thick.
His eyes flash with understanding, and he swallows. “Take me, Asher. Remind me who owns me.”
My whole body goes rigid. “You don’t know what you're asking Zayne,” I growl. “I’m not in control right now. My wolf is right there on the edge. Your first time shouldn’t be like this. I can’t do soft or slow.”
“What makes you think I want soft and slow?” he asks, licking his lips.
