Page 4 of Forbidden Mischief
“Hey, fuckhead! I’ve been looking for you. You were supposed to text me when you were on your way here.” A body jumps on my back, wrapping their legs around me.
“Shit, Harley. I’m sorry. Dad asked me to bring the step-brother with me tonight, and I forgot. You know you still love me, babe.” I turn my head as I look at my best friend with my bottom lip sticking out, so she knows how sorry I am.
“Fine. But only cause you’re cute, and I love you. Now where is this stepbrother? Is he hot?” Harley asks, and I roll my eyes. “Well, he was right here, but I’m not sure where he ran off to. He’s around here somewhere. Let me see if I can find him.” I see Asher sitting on a log by the fire, so I hold on to Harley’s ankles and walk to where Asher is sitting and watching the fire. Harley frees herself from the piggyback ride when we get to Asher, sits on the log next to him, and wraps an arm around him. “Hey, cutie. Name’s Harley. I’ve been your brother’s bestie since like second grade.”
“Hi, Harley.” He smiles at her.
“You like it here so far?” Harley asks.
“Yeah,” he replies.
“Is Zayne here treating you okay or do I need to kick his warlock ass?”
“He’s fine,” he says softly.
“You don’t talk much, huh?” She raises a brow at him, grabs my beer, and chugs it.
“Don’t have much to say just yet,” he tells her.
“I love him!” Harley gushes, and I roll my eyes. She would love him. Harley is known for liking and collecting outcasts, and unfortunately, I think Asher is going to fall into that category unless this is all just new-kid-to-town issues.
“I-I,” Asher stutters, looking at Harley with wide eyes.
“Oh, baby, not like that. I’m not into what’s between your legs. Although Zayne here tells me you’re a wolf, so I could be tempted by a knot, but I much prefer ladies.”
“Subtle, Harley.” I roll my eyes. “I’m gonna go get a refill. Anyone want anything?”
“I’m good, thanks,” Asher murmurs.
“No, but I think I’m gonna go see if I can find a certain someone.” Harley gets up from her seat next to Asher and heads off to the other side of the fire by Lena. The latter has been pouting and staring over here ever since Asher ignored her when she was hanging all over him.
I just shake my head and make my way to the keg to get another beer. I pump the tap to fill my cup, ice already forming on the bottom, thanks to my magic. Lena steps in front of me, looking up at me through her thick lashes with a puppy dog look in her eyes.
“Your brother wouldn’t play with me,” she pouts.
“He’s new to town, Lena. Getting the feel for things. You gotta walk before you run, babe.” I take a sip of my beer and hiss at how cold it is now.
“Still, he’s sexy as hell. I wanted to play,” she whines.
“Come on, Lena, I’ll let you suck my dick. You get pouty when you're hungry, and you're not cute when you pout.”
“Yay!” She jumps up and down, doing little claps. Grabbing my hand, she pulls me into the woods behind some trees. Lena wastes no time pushing my pants down, freeing my cock, and dropping to her knees.
I lean my head back against the tree we’re behind as she takes me to the back of her throat. I’d prefer if she gagged a bit on my length because that shit turns me on, but being a succubus, she has no gag reflex and she’s not good at faking it. In no time, I’m cumming down her throat, and she swallows every drop I give her.
“Thank you, Zayne. Sorry I was pissy. The downfall of being a lust demon.”
“No problem, Lena.” I tuck my cock back in my jeans and button them back up. Sex isn’t a big thing around here unless your species has mates. Then it’s a big deal only when you’re intimate with your mate. But supernaturals aren’t as close-minded and shy with their bodies as humans are. So why not help out Lena? She’s a friend who feeds on lust, and sex is an easy task. Once I’m back in the clearing, my eyes lock on Asher who is in deep conversation and smiling with Prudence. Of course, when he finds someone to be friendly with, it has to be the weirdest girl in school. Prudence is in my coven, and she’s nice enough, but she’s very strange.
Maybe she’s Asher’s type, and that’s why none of the typical hotties or popular girls caught his eye; he’s into nerdy, weird girls. Prunes is that in spades. Dresses oddly, says whatever she wants without apology, and is just an all around strange girl.
“Brother found a friend, huh?” Harley’s voice startles me from staring at Asher and his new friend.
“Looks like it. He’s got some weird-ass taste in women. Molly, Lena—maybe even Jenn—tried to dance and flirt with him, but he gave them all the cold shoulder. And now he’s in a full-blown conversation with Prunes, of all people.”
Harley gives me the stink eye. “Don’t call her that.”
“Sorry, I know you don’t like when I call people names. Even if it’s not that bad of one.” I shake my head at her.
