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“Shhhh, Asher,” I murmur, sliding my other hand up his chest, feeling his heart hammering beneath my touch. “Just wait.”
His lips crash into mine, desperate, almost wild, but I don’t let myself get lost in it—not yet. I focus on the magic, on the heat where it sears into him, on the way it burrows deep, embedding itself beneath his skin.
My mark.
A magic-born brand of possession.
I break the kiss, still buzzing, and reach up, turning his head so I can see my creation. A slow, satisfied smirk curls at my lips.
He frowns, lifting a hand to touch it. “What did you do?”
“I marked you,” I say simply, feeling my magic hum, thrumming with its claim. “Warlocks don’t have fated mates, so we give mate marks. I want the world to know you’re mine. I want you to know you don’t scare me. That I want everything you have to give.”
His fingers skim the edges, tracing the raised skin, the way my magic still flickers like embers beneath the surface.
“What does it look like?” His voice is quieter now, almost reverent.
I grin. “It’s a Z with little firework-like bursts around it.”
He swallows, fingers still pressing against it. “Feels like a brand.”
“It is, I guess.” I slide my hand back down his chest, letting my fingertips trail his abs, feeling the way his muscles twitch beneath my touch. “I burned you with my magic.”
His head snaps up, eyes going dark, pupils blown. A low, rumbling growl vibrates from his chest, and then his mouth is on me again, all teeth and tongue and possession.
I moan into it, letting him take, letting him claim me right back. My magic flares, responding to him, wrapping around us, sinking into the spaces between.
Then he pulls back, breath ragged, lips wet. “Time to go home, Little Warlock.” His fingers grip my hoodie, tugging me closer. “You have things to learn.” His eyes burn into mine. “And I apparently have questions to answer.”
CHAPTER 19
ASHER
When we pull up to the house, I throw the car in park and shove open my door.
“Asher.” Zayne’s voice sounds from behind me. I pull at my shirt, yanking it over my head. “What are you doing?”
I spin around to face him, eyes wild, showing him just how feral I’m feeling right now.
There’s too much pent up energy running through me. I haven’t shifted or gone for a run in a week.
My skin still aches where he marked me, branded me with his magic. I’ve been hard ever since, his possessiveness over me pushing me to the edge.
“I’m going for a run,” I tell him as I make quick work of my jeans, shoving them down my legs, taking my boxers with them, leaving me fully naked in front of my mate.
I watch as his pupils dilate, the thick smell of his arousal making my cock twitch. He licks his lips before slowly dragging his eyes up my body. He’s eye fucking me and I love it.
His eyes finally meet mine. “You're just leaving me? I thought…” he trails off, looking toward the house.
My lips twitch with a smirk. “Thought we could come home where I could fuck you? Shove my fat knot deep inside that tight little hole of yours as you come undone for your mate like a good boy?” My voice is thick with need, wanting to do exactly that to him.
His eyes snap up to mine. “Jesus, Asher.” He blows out a shaky breath, running a hand through his brown locks. “The way you speak sometimes.”
“You fucking love it.” My chuckle is deep and husky. “Your cock is a dead giveaway.”
His eyes drop to his erection pressing against his jeans and I love the blush that creeps onto his cheeks.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Zayne. I love that you're a needy little slut for me.” I wrap my hand around my cock, growling as I slowly jerk myself off.
