Page 41 of Forbidden Mischief
He looks up at me with wide lust filled eyes as he swallows hard. “Asher.” This time, my name comes out more of a needy plea.
“Alright, you two horn dogs.” Prudence’s voice has me growling in annoyance. “You can suck face after you win the game. The coach is asking about the two of you.”
“Damnit,” I mutter, taking a step back from Zayne. He blows out a breath, running his hand through his messed up hair. Thanks to my hands. I smirk, he narrows his eyes, pointing at me.
“No.”
I huff, grumbling. “Let’s just go get this done and over with,” I mutter, turning around and heading toward the field before I say fuck it and, well, fuck my mate here and now. The only reason why I haven’t is because the idea of someone seeing my mate naked makes me want to rip their throat out with my teeth.
Since we crossed the line in the shower that day, all bets have been off.
He’s in my bed every night, wrapped up in my arms. I don’t think we’ve gone more than an hour without one of us kissing or touching the other. He’s the perfect drug I’m more than happy to be hooked on.
Our parents have been nothing but loving and supporting of us. I’m glad, because I really didn’t want this to get in the way of my mom finding happiness. After everything with my monster of a father, that woman deserves the world, and I would do anything to make sure she got it. Just like she does the same for me.
But it’s nice to be with Zayne and not have to sneak around with him. At least, at our place. All of this is still so new for him, we haven’t really told anyone outside of the people closest to us.
So the team and other people at school don’t know yet. I hate it because I have to keep my hands to myself and find stolen moments throughout the school day, but I care about Zayne and his feelings, so I’ll continue to wait.
I’ve had years to come to terms with my sexuality. I want Zayne's experience to be a hell of a lot better than mine ever was.
Thankfully, by the time we reach the field, my boner has gone down. These pants leave nothing to the imagination and all I need is this team making a joke out of me.
I’ve gotten used to working as a team, but I’m still not the biggest social person. I don’t know these people outside school, but I don’t want any bad blood with anyone.
“Where the hell have you two been?” Coach yells. “You know what, nevermind, we don’t have time for that. We have a game to win.”
Coach starts talking to the team, doing his little pep talk, I sneak a look at Zayne. He grins at me and winks before going back to listening to what the coach is saying.
It does shit to my chest. The more time I spend with him, the more I know I’m falling in love.
And fuck if that doesn’t scare the shit out of me and thrill me all at the same time.
The clock runs out and our team wins. A massive grin takes over my face as I slow down to a stop. Heart pounding, blood pumping, I’m feeling pure adrenaline. It was a close one, and for a little bit I thought we weren’t going to win. But I should have known better. Zayne is a fucking beast on the field and it’s a huge turn on.
I may have gotten hard. Sorry to the guy who tackled me, that wasn’t for you.
Wanting to celebrate the win with my mate, I search for him. When I find him, my stomach drops. My hands curl into fists, rage bubbling to the surface.
There’s a fucking girl all over him. Not just any girl, the girl from the party he brought me to when I first got here. The one who seems to be obsessed with him.Lena.
Well, fuck her. Zayne is mine.
A deep guttural growl sounds in my chest as my wolf demands to be let free. It’s taking everything in me not to go over to the bitch and rip her limb from limb.
How fucking dare she put her hands on what’s fucking mine!
The thing that has me even more fucking pissed off is that Zanye is all smiles, laughing with the people around him as he continues to celebrate, not even seeming to care that this girl is all over him.
I watch as she grabs his face and kisses him.
I take a step forward, my growl growing louder.
“Hey, hot stuff. Awesome game. Good win,” Prudence says, bouncing over to me. She stops, face falling. “What's wrong?” she asks, brows furrowing. She looks to where my gaze is locked and sighs. “Ash, it’s not what it seems like. She’s like that with all the guys. It means nothing. She’s a succubus.”
“It does to me,” I snap, making her jolt. I feel like shit for scaring my friend, but I’m too far gone. My skin itches and I know I’m seconds from shifting. I need to get out of here, now. Before I make a big mess of everything.
Hurt, betrayal, but most of all, pure jealousy fills me. He didn’t kiss her, she kissedhim. I watch him push her away, but he should’ve done that way earlier. If he would have, she wouldn’t have been close enough to kiss him.
