Page 25 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)

If I wasn’t afraid of causing a traffic accident, I’d take him out and stroke him off right now.

My body burns at the sight of him, hard and ready for me.

The knowledge that I made this beautiful man reach this state so fast is heady.

But then he’s got me trembling, too, and all we did was engage in some mild dirty talk and held hands.

It’s actually ridiculous, the way we’re responding to each other.

Maybe it’s a werewolf thing? I glance at him, wondering how to ask without being insensitive, but right then, he turns onto his street. His overgrown front yard comes into view, and I’ve missed my chance.

“Here, let me,” he says.

He grabs my bag so I don’t have to carry it, then guides me toward his front door, his palm resting lightly on the small of my back.

It’s such an insignificant, instinctual gesture, but it warms me from the inside.

When Asher and I first met, I’d chalked up our instant attraction to lust, but this goes way beyond that.

A guy who only wanted to get me in his bed wouldn’t invite me to stay with him, let alone spend hours in my basement, helping me clean up.

Yesterday, I’d been too exhausted and worried to think through what’s happening between us. I’d been grateful for the lifeline he threw me, but now I see things for how they really are. Something inside me unclenches, a worry I’d been carrying without realizing it.

I’ve been falling for him too fast for comfort, but it feels safer if he’s falling as well.

At the door, I step on my tiptoes and kiss the edge of his jaw, lingering to inhale his seductive scent.

He smiles down at me. “What was that for?”

I shrug. “I just wanted to give you a kiss. I like kissing you.”

His smile widens. “That’s great information.

” He unlocks the door and allows me to step in first. “I want it on record that I want nothing more than to kiss you for real right now. I want to take you to bed and lick you all over. But we both need a shower and some sleep, or you’ll be dead on your feet tomorrow at work, and I’ll probably fall asleep in the booth and screw up the entire night program. ”

I watch him hungrily as he closes the door and leans back against it. “And I want it on record that I want you to do all those things to me, too.”

His eyes blaze golden, the muscles in his arms popping. He’s visibly holding himself back. “But we’ll be sensible adults and do what needs to be done, right?”

I toe off my shoes and move back, in the direction of his bedroom. “How about…we shower together ?”

I take another step, and Asher’s nostrils flare with interest. I know he’s scenting me—and something about my retreat must be triggering an instinct in him, because he prowls forward, each step soft on the wooden floors.

I glance over my shoulder to see where I’m going.

I face him again, and he’s closer than before, his eyes glinting in the low light of the hallway.

“Oh!” I let out a squeak, some dormant part of me telling me to run .

I give in, turning quickly on my heels, and scurry down the hallway toward Asher’s bedroom.

He’s on me in a second, his arm wrapping around my waist to yank me off my feet.

I swallow a scream, barely. My back hits Asher’s front, and he pulls me close, his tongue hot on my neck.

My senses on high alert, I draw a deep breath and relax instantly as his scent washes over me, more potent than ever.

He pushes me against the wall. I brace my hands on the smooth surface and arch into his touch, moaning.

He cups my tits through my sweatshirt and grinds his hips over my ass.

“Asher!” I reach back to grab the back of his neck and dig my fingers into his fur. “Shower. Now.”

His growl is all the warning I get before he turns me around and hauls me into his arms. I wrap myself around him, kissing every inch of him I can reach. Then we’re in the bathroom, wrestling with our clothes to get naked.

“N-no sex yet,” I gasp. “We need—not ready.”

“I know,” he growls.

He tugs me into the shower and turns the water to hot. The first spray is cold enough for me to shiver, but it warms quickly, and I stand under it, letting the water wash away the grime.

“I need to make you come, June. Can I do that? I need to feel— fuck , you’re so wet for me, baby.”

He reaches between my legs and runs his fingers through my pussy lips, swirling the fingertips around my clit. I jerk at the contact and dig my nails into his arms. His gaze narrows as he follows my cues. He slides a thick finger inside me, and I nearly come from the perfect pressure.

“You’re already squeezing me. I clipped my claws for you this morning.” He licks my ear and adds another finger inside me. “So fucking tight. We’ll have to take care of that before I give you my cock.”

“Asher!” I ride his hand. “Y-yes! But you’ll feel so amazing.”

I grit my teeth against the rush of sensations pulsing through my body and reach down for Asher’s cock. He’s making me feel so damn good, I want to return the favor.

But he grasps my hand and catches my other wrist, too, then pins both above my head, forcing me to arch my back for him.

“You first.” His voice is a low rasp, commanding in a way that tells me he’s finally letting go. “Come for me, and I’ll let you touch me.”

I whimper. He pumps his fingers inside me. I’m wet enough to take him without a single pinch of pain. It’s all just delicious friction and a sense of fullness so complete, I’m about to have a vaginal orgasm.

Then Asher lowers his thumb to my clit and rolls it around until he finds the spot that has me gasping and clenching around his hand. His wolfish grin turns wicked, and he curls himself over me.

“Is that what you need?” He stares down at me as if watching me fall apart is all he’s ever wanted. “Tell me how to make it better.”

“You can’t,” I whimper. “Already—perfect.”

He groans at that, and his thick cock presses into my side. He’s losing grip on his control, and it’s fucking beautiful to see. My eyelids flutter from the intense pleasure, but I want to watch him as much as I want him to witness what he’s doing to me.

Our gazes lock, and it’s the most intimate, perfect moment of connection. Asher’s hand twitches. He growls low in his throat and pushes his fingers deeper inside me, then crooks them forward, sending me over the edge.

My body locks. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I scrunch my eyes shut and tremble against the wall while he fucks me slowly with his hand, rolling my swollen clit with his thumb.

I whimper as I come down, and he pulls away from me slowly.

We separate with a wet sound that should be embarrassing, but Asher brings his fingers to his lips and licks them, his long tongue cleaning them thoroughly.

He groans softly, his eyes closed for a moment, water rushing over him.

Then he releases my wrists and rubs them with gentle hands, kissing one, then the other.

He pets me all over, and I realize he’s instinctively checking that I’m okay, that he didn’t take this too far by holding me down like that.

“That was amazing.” I cup his face with both hands. “I told you I’d like you to be yourself with me.”

He nuzzles my neck, his big body curled over me. “Yeah, but I still want to make sure you’re not?—”

“I’m not,” I assure him and run my palms down his furry back. “I promise I’ll always tell you if we’re close to reaching my limit, okay?”

He shudders. “Deal.”

I reach behind me and squeeze some shower gel in my palm. The scent I’ve come to associate with Asher rises in the air between us. “You promised me you’d let me touch you if I came for you, remember?”

He dips his head, blocking the warm spray from me, and crowds me up against the wall. “Won’t take long.”

I shake my head and run my hands over his biceps and up to his shoulders. “You don’t need to take long. You’ve been on edge for ages, haven’t you?”

He hisses in a breath as I slide my palms down his chest, over his abdominals, to rest on his hips for a moment.

Then I reach for his cock, wrap my fingers around the thick shaft, and give him a slow pump from the dark knot at the bottom to the lighter, flushed tip, already leaking creamy drops of precum.

“Tell me what you need,” I coax him.

He lets out a deep groan, then grips my wrists, spins me around, and presses my hands to the shower wall.

“Oh.” On instinct, I arch my spine and tip my hips back, searching for contact. “Like this?”

Asher’s warm breath touches my neck. “Yeah. My wolf… I need you like this.”

He fits his body over mine, and even though we’re so close together, the thick knot settles at the top of my ass, barely nestled between my cheeks.

“This will be better in bed,” I tell him, voice reedy with need. “B-better angle.”

I’m still wet from my orgasm, and now that he’s maneuvering me like this, my clit pulses again, my pussy clenching around emptiness.

If we had more time—if we’d done this before—I’d ask him to fuck me like this, but every time I touch his cock, I know I’ll need more prep than a single climax to take all of him, especially that massive bulge at the bottom.

“Hold on.”

Asher wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me clear off the floor, so the length of his cock slides along my ass, the tip nudging my back hole lightly.

I gasp at the sensation, and his grip on me tightens. Then he thrusts, fucking himself against me, his breath hot on my cheek.

“Asher!”

I scrabble for purchase, but he’s taken over me, just as I asked. When he drops his other hand to the junction of my thighs, I realize his intention—he’s not just getting himself off. My clit throbs as he pinches it between two fingers, and I moan, helpless and so fucking turned on.

“Fuck, fuck,” he growls into my neck.

Asher’s cock twitches behind me, and a rush of hot cum lands on my back, warmer than the water pounding down on us.

His arm is an iron band around my belly, his fingers roll harder over my clit, and I come right after him, my screams echoing around the bathroom.

He pulses behind me, his hips rocking as if he’s unable to stop.

I clutch at his arm, grateful he’s holding me up because my bones feel like jelly, softened from the intense pleasure.

A soft kiss on my temple, then Asher licks the shell of my ear. He inhales deeply and lets out a rolling rumble that I feel through my entire body, cradled as I am to his chest. He cups my pussy with his big hand and moves me slightly so the water from the overhead shower sluices down my back.

My first instinct, incredibly, is to protest—I don’t want the proof of his climax washed away. But I bite my tongue because I can’t very well go to sleep on Asher’s fresh sheets while sticky and wet with his cum.

Instead, I let him wash me. He turns me to face him and kisses me slowly, then soaps up his hands and glides them over my arms, my tits, my belly.

He washes me gently between my legs, then crouches to stroke his sudsy palms down my legs.

The water rinses my skin, but Asher must still smell me, because he noses the apex of my thighs and lets out a low groan.

“Tomorrow,” he rumbles, looking up at me. “If I start now, I won’t be able to stop.”

I grin sleepily at him. “Great idea. I don’t think I could take it right now.”

His bushy eyebrows furrow. “Was I too rough?”

“Nooo.” My voice slurs with exhaustion. “I just want to be conscious while you eat me out. Would be a shame if I fell asleep halfway through it.”

He snorts, then rises again and washes himself with quick, efficient motions. His fur lies flat on his body, and even his ears have a slight droop to them, not to mention his tail. It still twitches whenever he looks at me, and that kindles a soft glow in my chest.

He likes me. Maybe as much as I like him.

I’m too tired to figure out exactly how to communicate that, so instead, I tip forward and hug him as tight as my tired body will allow.

Asher chuckles, running his palms over my back, then down to my ass, where he squeezes appreciatively. “Mm. Let’s get you to bed, baby. You’re falling asleep on your feet.”

I’d protest, but my eyelids are heavy, and I don’t think I can put together a coherent thought, so I just nod and let him guide me from the shower.

Asher turns off the water, then scrunches his eyes shut. In a golden shimmer, he shifts back to his human form and grins at me when he finds me staring.

“Easier to dry myself in my human skin,” he says, reaching for a towel. He wraps it around me and gently squeezes water from my hair. “I’ll shift back later.”

I kiss his chest. It’s still covered in hair, but of the human variety, dark with a light curl to it, not the soft fur I’d dug my fingers into earlier. “Whatever makes you the most comfortable.”

He nudges me backward to lean on the sink, as if afraid I’ll topple over without his support, and rubs his hair quickly with another towel.

“We didn’t get a chance to discuss this last night, but I usually sleep in my half form.

Sometimes I shift fully, though, especially if it gets cold in the room.

So please don’t freak out in the morning if that’s the case. ”

Asher holds out his hand for me, a slight smile on his lips.

“I won’t.” I put my hand in his. “You won’t scare me off.”

He kisses my hand, his gaze already glinting golden. “That’s good to know.”