Page 49 of Forbidden Mischief
I can hear a small whimper slipping free as he bites his lip, watching me touch myself. I love that he doesn’t correct me.
Cocking my head to the side, I look him up and down.
“What?” he asks, voice shaking.
“How drunk are you?”
His brows furrow. “I’m fine. Why?”
“Think you can run?”
“Why?” he asks slowly.
I grin. “Because I feel like hunting tonight.” I lick my lips. “A little game of cat and mouse. Or, wolf and warlock, in our case. And you wanna know what I’m gonna do with you when I catch you?” I ask, taking a step forward, pre-cum dripping from the tip of my cock and over my hand. I need him so damn bad.
“I know how much my mate likes to be chased. Only this time, when I catch you, I don’t plan on letting you go.”
“What are you going to do with me?” he asks in a whisper.
“Claim you,” I growl and then my body is contorting, my bones breaking, body shifting into one of fur.
My paws hit the ground and I toss my head back, letting out a long howl before lowering my head to look at Zayne.
His eyes are wide and he’s stumbling back.Run, Little Warlock, I push into his head. He sucks in a breath at hearing me again—still not used to my voice in his mind—before turning around and running toward the tree line.
A low growl rumbles in my chest as I pace back and forth, giving him a bit of a head start.
When I can’t wait any longer, I let out another howl before I’m taking off in the direction he went.
His scent is thick in the air, his arousal making it very easy to track him.
As I run through the dark forest, I let my nose lead the way. It doesn't take long before I find him.
He’s running, his breathing heavy and labored. He’s fast for only being on two legs and I grin inside my mind when I see the little cheat is using magic to give him a boost, his hands glowing green, my ears picking up a low murmured chant.
It doesn’t matter, unless he uses his magic to distract me by slowing me down, I’m still faster than him.
Not wanting this to be over so soon, I keep back, letting him take the lead.
He looks over his shoulder, spotting me, and curses. But I smell the spike of his arousal in the air.
He’s loving this, getting turned on by the primal need I have inside me to chase my mate then pin him down and fuck him until he remembers who fucking owns him.
We dodge trees and jump over fallen logs, long off the beaten trail. These are parts of the forest I’ve never been to, making it even more exciting.
Zayne lets out a grunt, and I watch him as he tumbles to the ground. A spike of pain hits me, and I know it’s the brand he gave me. It’s as if I can feel his pain.
Skidding to a stop next to him, I breathe heavily, my muzzle open, eyes blazing as I stare down at him.
He’s laying on the ground, his chest heaving as he stares up at me.
The way he’s looking at me with pure want, his cock pressed against his jeans and his scent so damn strong it’s nearly choking me, I know he’s okay. Better than okay.
My mate is a needy little whore for me.
I’d be a bad mate if I left him wanting, wouldn’t I?
“Asher,” he whimpers, my name filled with pure want, and I’m done for.
