Page 73 of Forbidden Mischief
His pupils dilate, chest heaving, and another wave of his arousal hits me hard.
I let out a low growl, my cock fully erect and wanting.
All I can think about in this moment is catching Zayne, pinning him to the ground and fucking breeding him until he can’t remember his name.
“Mine,” I snarl through the bond.
His eyes widen and then he’s off again.
This time I don’t hold back. I run. But he runs too.
He’s giving everything he’s got, using every ounce of energy he has.
When I get too close, I pull back just enough so he’s out of reach.
He’s panting hard now and I can hear how fast his heart is beating. Pure lust and excitement are pouring off him. It’s the high of the chase that has both of us in our grasp.
I’m only able to hold out for another minute longer before I put this hunt to an end.
With a growl, I pounce, knocking Zayne to the ground.
He goes down with a grunt, landing on his stomach. His breathing erratic, his need nearly suffocating.
I’m fucking feral for him, my wolf instincts screaming to take over completely, but before I let that happen, I have to know he’s okay with this.
“Are you sure?” I push through the bond as I press a paw against his back, pinning him to the ground.
He lays there, panting heavily, not even trying to escape me anymore. I can smell how much he wants this. But I need his verbal confirmation too. Even if it's through the bond.
“Yes,” he answers back in the bond. “I want this. I want you.”
That's all I need before my animalistic instincts take over.
I claw at his sweatpants, shredding the material that's between me and my mate. Zayne curses and whimpers as he tries to help me remove his sweats.
When his tight bare ass comes into view, I growl, low, hungry.
Zayne lays there, ass in the air. His face is pressed against the ground as he looks back at me with pure desire shining brightly in his stunning eyes. “Please,” he whispers. It’s needy and pathetic and so fucking sexy.
Bringing my muzzle down to his ass, my tongue darts out, lapping over his tight hole before thrusting past the ring of muscle.
“Oh fuck,” he cries out, arching his ass, pushing himself deeper onto my tongue as I eat him like the starved wolf I am. I’m bigger in this form and this is the best I can do to prep him to take me. I fuck him with my tongue until he’s a sobbing mess below me. “Please, Asher,” he whines like the needy little cock slut he is. “I need you. Please, fuck me.”
He tastes so fucking good.
Moving up his body, I open my jaw and latch it around the back of his neck, pinning him in place as I get into position behind him with a feral growl.
Thrusting forward, I try to get myself inside him. It’s so slippery, I’m dripping so much pre-cum that it slips past his hole and slides through his crack.
I try again and again, but can’t fucking get it where I need to go, and I growl in frustration.
Fuck. Now is not the time to have no fucking hands to position myself properly.
As if Zayne is reading my mind, he reaches back and wraps his hand around my cock.
I groan, thrusting into his touch as he brings my cock down where it needs to go.
He holds me in place, and I don’t waste time thrusting inside him.
