Page 72 of Forbidden Mischief
He’s looking around. The pull in my chest tells me he’s looking for me. Giving the bond a little tug, his eyes snap over to mine.
My mate is so damn sexy. His dark hair rumpled from sleep. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He looks good enough to eat.
And fuck, do I ever want to have a taste of him right now.
My heart starts racing for a whole new reason.
He can feel my arousal through the bond and I’m surprised to find him responding with his want for me.
My mate wants something only I can give. And I plan on doing exactly that.
If the last twenty-four hours taught me anything, it’s to enjoy every moment you have because even though we might live longer than the average human, our lives can still be cut short at any time.
Zayne takes a step forward, his need for me lighting up the bond.
I take a step back.
He takes another forward. And I disappear back into the forest.
No way am I going to make it easy—I love a good chase. Working for the prize makes it that much better.
On stealthy paws, I sink deeper into the trees.
It doesn’t take long until I see Zanye. He’s followed me in, just like I wanted him to.
My mate has been wanting to try something for a while now, and I’m more than eager to give that to him right now.
Closing off my side of the bond to not give anything away, I wait and watch in the shadows.
Zayne walks further in, every step getting closer and closer to me.
He stops and looks around, the sky slowly starting to change from black to a dark blue.
Shifting my weight, my paw presses down on a stick. The sound of it cracking fills the silent space around us.
Zayne’s eyes snap over in my direction, but he can’t see me.
But I can see him. I see the excitement on his face and I can smell the arousal coming off him in waves. My needy boy. So fucking desperate for me.
I watch as the anticipation grows within him before he turns around and starts running in the opposite direction from me.
My lips curve into a smile inside my mind.
Yes. Run, my little mate.
I give him enough time to get a head start before I take off, unable to hold back anymore.
As I race through the woods, I’m fueled by adrenaline and arousal.
The hunt is exhilarating.
I stalk my mate like prey, with every intention of devouring him when I catch him.
When I get too close, I slow down, hiding behind trees and rocks.
Zayne stops in a small clearing, bending over to brace himself on his thighs as he takes a moment to catch his breath.
When I take a step closer, his head snaps to the side, eyes locking with mine.
