Page 18 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)

I lean down to kiss him, and he lifts his chin, meeting me halfway.

With one tug, he pulls me into his lap, and I perch on his knee.

I wrap myself around him and kiss him full on the mouth.

His lips part for me, and then he’s taking over, one hand on the back of my head.

He moves me so he has better access and touches his tongue to mine, slowly, savoring me.

I’ve never been kissed like this, so thoroughly. Asher explores my mouth, and I open up for him, my eyes shut. My entire body lights up for this man, and I wrap my arms around his neck to get closer, to feel more .

He slides one warm palm up my hip and under the borrowed t-shirt. He gasps at the first contact of his palm with my skin.

“So fucking soft,” he rasps against my mouth, then bites down lightly on my lower lip, a quick sting of pain to offset the gentleness of his touch. “Can I touch you, June?”

“Yeah,” I breathe without hesitation. “Anywhere. Do what feels good.”

“ You feel good,” he returns, stealing another kiss from me. “Everything about you feels fucking fantastic.”

I laugh, the sound little more than a huff of breath. “Same. Can you take this off?”

I pluck the front of his t-shirt, and Asher’s eyes flare golden. He goes to tug off the t-shirt but hits his hand on the dining table, setting the cutlery clattering on the plates.

“Fuck, this isn’t working. Hold on.”

He hooks his arm under my knees and scoops me up. I clutch his shoulders, gasping, and he grins down at me as he walks over to the couch. He sits with me in his lap, but I turn toward him, straddling his legs.

“Great idea,” I agree. “Now, you were going to…”

He’s already moving, tugging at the back of his collar with one hand. He shucks the white t-shirt in one mouthwatering move and dumps it over the side of the couch. “Better?”

I put my hands on his pecs, his skin warm under my palms, his chest hair coarse and wiry. “Much.”

He’s so solid. He’s built from thick slabs of muscle, yes, but he’s not uncomfortably hard. I can imagine falling asleep on top of him after sex, and suddenly, that’s all I can think of—how amazing it would feel to be well fucked by this man, then cuddling next to him all night.

His nostrils flare, and he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “What are you thinking about?”

I bite my lip, hesitating—but only for a second. Then I take the hem of the hoodie and pull it off, along with the t-shirt underneath.

I glance back up. Asher is staring at my chest, lips parted, eyes fully golden.

“Fuck, June.” His fingers twitch, then he slides his palms up my sides, stopping when his thumbs brush the soft undersides of my tits. “So damn…”

He trails off, as if too mesmerized to speak, and I grin at his awe.

He’s fully hard underneath me, the long ridge of his cock nestled between my legs, so I roll my hips experimentally, testing for his reaction.

He hisses in a breath, then surges forward to kiss me again.

My nipples press to his chest, and I can’t hold back a moan.

He resists a moment longer, then cups my tits with both hands and swipes his thumbs over the sensitive tips.

My eyelids flutter shut at the sensation. “Asher.”

“You like that?” he murmurs. “Are you sensitive here?”

“Yeah.” I sink my fingertips into his pecs and move my hips restlessly. “You can pinch or suck them. I like that, it feels— ah! ”

Asher dips his head and closes his lips around one nipple, sucking it lightly at first, then harder, just how I’d instruct him to do if I was still coherent—but I’m not, because he’s instinctively good at this.

Or maybe he’s just attuned to me, listening to my reactions.

He switches to the other breast and licks the tip, then sucks it into his mouth, and the sound that comes from his chest is pure pleasure.

“I want to make you feel good,” he rasps against my skin. “I want to make you come before I embarrass myself and come in my pants.”

I shake my head. “Nothing embarrassing about that. It’s hot, how much you want me.”

He pulls back, his eyebrows drawn together, expression earnest. “I’ve never wanted anything more than this. Than you.”

The rush at hearing him say this is incredible. The lightness that’s been glowing in my chest expands, pulsing through my veins.

“I like my clit touched lightly at first, then harder.” My cheeks flame at this, but with how Asher’s eyes light up, I know it’s the right thing to do, communicating this plainly. “You can press on it or flick it. I’ll tell you when you hit the spot.”

He reaches into my pants slowly, past the elastic waistband, and I gasp at the feel of his warm fingers on my pussy lips.

He stares down at where his hand has disappeared inside my sweatpants, then looks up, meeting my gaze.

He watches me closely as he parts me, as he dips his fingertips into my wetness for the first time.

The groan that rips from his throat has me squirming in his lap. “Almost there.”

“You’re so wet.”

His voice is a rumbling growl—but it’s not the one I know from so many of his audiobooks I’ve listened to. That one, though hot, must have been Asher acting out the passion, while this is pure, uncensored lust.

It sends my anticipation ratcheting higher. He brushes his fingertip over my clit at last, and I whimper, already so fucking turned on.

“There,” I breathe. I dig my fingers in his hair, needing something to hold on to. “Right… ohfuckyes .”

Asher’s rumbling laugh fills the air around us. “Yeah? Okay, let’s see…”

He shifts his fingertips over my clit, his golden gaze on me. For maybe the first time in my life, I allow myself to feel every sensation to its fullest and let every reaction show—from the moan that forces its way out of my throat to the quickened breath, the growing tension in my body.

I want him to know how amazing he’s making me feel.

His breaths are hot on my naked skin, and my nipples pebble into tight points, so I let go of Asher’s shoulders, trusting that he’ll hold me up, and pinch my nipples.

Asher’s gaze drops to my chest again, and his movements stutter. I grin, loving how transparent he is with his reactions.

Then he stops and screws his eyes shut, his expression pained. “Fuck, I can’t stop.”

I take his chin and kiss him lightly on the lips. “You’re shifting?”

He nods tersely. “I wanted to take care of you first…”

My heart melts at his words. “You are. You’re doing so well, Asher. I don’t care—I’ll come on your hand whether you’re shifted or not. I just want you to enjoy this, too. Don’t hold back.”

He blows out a long breath, then lifts his gaze to mine, and suddenly, his features are changing, fur sprouting all over his skin, his already bulky form thickening. He shuffles, and I notice the long tail moving to the side, its tip twitching in excitement.

A light golden glimmer passes over him, completing the transformation. His ears have shifted, softly furred and pointed, to the top of his head. For some reason, my mind snags on that detail, not the sharp teeth or the thick fur or the claws now digging into the naked skin of my waist.

I reach up to brush my fingers over the sandy-gray fur of his ear, and it twitches lightly. “So cool,” I breathe. “You’re beautiful.”

“That was supposed to be my line,” he protests, but then he brings his snout to my neck and licks a hot stripe over my skin. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t think around you. And your taste…”

He slowly pulls his fingers from my clit and brings them to his mouth. He licks my wetness off, his eyelids fluttering closed. Then he reaches for me again, more sure of himself but careful not to prick me with his claws.

“I’m gonna file my claws down,” he murmurs. His hot breath is followed by a lick of his tongue, the texture rougher than before. “So I won’t hurt you when I touch you.”

“You’re not hurting me now.” The words come out on a moan, and my breath hitches as he rolls my clit under his fingertips. “It all feels amazing, Asher.”

His hips twitch up as if he can’t help himself. “I know, baby, but I want to put my fingers inside your pussy. See you ride my hand and take your pleasure from me.”

Holy fuck . Asher’s candid words have me gripping him tighter. My pussy clenches, empty, and I wish he’d make good on his promise and reach deep inside me. But he’s right, we have to be careful.

My body doesn’t care about the danger, though. “Just a little,” I beg. “I need?—”

Asher kisses me, cutting off my words. Then he puts his forehead against mine and grips my waist tight with his free hand. “I’m gonna go real slow, okay? Don’t move, June. If you move, I stop.”

I nod frantically, clutching his shoulders to keep steady. “Yeah. Just— please .”

“Fuck.” He slides his middle finger between my pussy lips, past my clit and to my opening. “You’re a dream.”

“I’m not.” I shake my head, our foreheads touching. “This is all real, and you’re about to make me come so hard.”

He groans as he dips inside me for the first time. I clench my teeth to fight the instinct to roll my hips, to impale myself on his long finger and chase the pleasure I so desperately need.

We’re staring at each other, the tension between us building. Asher’s chest heaves with quick breaths. I glance down at his lap and gasp at the sight of the reddish tip of his cock, forcing its way past the waistband of his sweatpants.

“You make me so hard.” He presses his finger deeper, then retreats and adds another, stretching me slowly. “I wanted you before I even met you. And then I saw you for the first time, smelled you, and it was all over for me, June.”

I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations and the words he can’t possibly mean.

He’s just experiencing this for the first time, and after he’s had his fill, he might get tired of me.

I know that’s a real possibility. I don’t want to fall for him so fast, but he’s making it impossible not to feel .

Especially when he puts his nose right up to my ear and rasps, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll do anything .”

I swallow past a suddenly tight throat, forcing down the emotions that have no place here. “Put your thumb to my clit and press down.”

His golden gaze flares with heat, and he does exactly as I asked, finding the right spot with ease.

He’s watching me hungrily, mapping my every reaction.

I whimper with pleasure, so he doubles down on the spot until my pussy is clenching around his fingers, my body coiled tight, on the cusp of release.

“Are you gonna come for me? Your pussy is getting so tight and hot, June. I’m gonna come just from imagining how it’ll feel when you’re riding my cock. I didn’t think it was going to be this great, but it’s better than what I imagined.”

I cry out, the first tremor of my climax starting deep in my core. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“I won’t, baby,” he promises. He kisses me deeply, then presses his thumb harder over my clit. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”

He pushes me over the cliff with one lucky crook of his fingers.

My mind goes blank, and a starburst of pleasure detonates inside me, swift and powerful.

I clench around Asher, bearing down on him instinctively.

I can’t help but roll my hips, too far gone to care about his claws, but he follows my movements, still so careful with me.

He holds me upright with his other arm, banding it around my naked waist. I gasp and moan, unable to hold back the sounds ripping from my throat—not that I want to.

I need Asher to know how much I’m loving this, because he did so well.

He listened and did exactly what I needed from him, and now I’m flying, my body singing for him.

Finally, I collapse onto his chest, my breaths choppy and shallow. “Oh.”

He slowly pulls his hand away from me and brings it to his mouth again to lick off my juices. “This was incredible.”

I snort into his fur. “Like you said earlier, that was supposed to be my line.” I push myself up so I can look him in the eyes. “Seriously, this was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and you only used your fingers. I’m almost afraid of what sex with you will be like.”

He cocks his head to the side. “Because of how large my cock is?”

I can’t help but glance down at the thick ridge still hidden in his sweatpants. “Well, that, too, but mostly because I think it’ll ruin me for everyone else.”

Asher’s golden eyes gleam dangerously. “Perfect. I want to keep doing this forever.”