Page 31 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)

He grins, a wolfish expression that does things to my insides. Hurrying now, I tug off my jacket and t-shirt, then shimmy out of my leggings. Then I’m standing in front of Asher in my underwear, exposed to his gaze.

Yesterday, we were both fully naked in the bathroom, but right now, this feels even more intimate because we’re not rushing as much. I reach behind my back to undo the clasp of my bra, but Asher touches my arm gently.

“Can I…?”

I stifle a smile and turn my back to him.

His fingers brush my skin, and I shiver, my nipples pebbled to stiff points.

Asher undoes the clasp and lowers the straps down my shoulders.

I let the bra drop to the floor, then lean back into Asher’s warmth.

He puts his hands on my hips, his fingers clenching on the softness of my belly.

“You can touch,” I whisper. “I want you to.”

His warm breath hits my neck as he curls his big body around mine. He reaches up slowly and cups both my breasts. The soft pads of his hands feel amazing on my skin. I arch into his touch, needing more from him.

He seems to understand my silent plea. When he squeezes my nipples, I let out a ragged breath.

“Yeah?” He licks a hot stripe up my neck, tasting me. “How hard do you like it?”

I grit my teeth against the stunning sensations and try to answer coherently.

“Depends. On how turned on I am. Right now, you can—you can go harder. Fuck yes , like that.” I lift my hand to bury it in the soft fur of his ruff.

“You’re great at this. But when I’ve been teased for a while, they can become oversensitive. I’ll tell you.”

Asher squeezes me harder, his fingertips tugging my nipples into stiff peaks. “Promise?”

“Promise,” I gasp. “Always. Show me what you need. I want to make you feel so good, too.”

A growl rumbles through his chest, a tremor I feel all along my back. “You think this doesn’t feel good for me?” He releases my tits, takes my waist, and turns me around to face him. “You think I’m this hard because I’m not enjoying myself?”

A drop of precum drips from the tip of his cock and lands on my belly, proving his point.

“Um, no, you’re clearly enjoying yourself.” I grin up at him. “Very much, I’d say.”

He growls at me, and in the next moment, I’m airborne, tossed onto the large mattress. I squeak as Asher follows me onto the bed, covering my body with his.

“Tease.” He licks the valley between my breasts, then takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks, hard. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Before I can so much as return the favor, he lowers himself between my legs.

He licks that drop of precum off my belly and groans as if tasting himself on my skin is enough to drive him mad.

He drags my panties down my legs and tosses them over the edge of the bed.

The next lick is so close to my clit, I whimper in anticipation.

When he spreads me with his thumbs, his warm breath hits my slick clit. “Oh, fuck. You’re soaked, baby. How are you this wet for me already?”

My heart twinges at the wonder in his voice. I widen my knees for him, opening myself in a way I never have before.

“Because I want you,” I murmur, spearing my fingers into his fur. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you. Even before. Your voice, Asher, it does things to me. And now I know how you really sound when you’re so turned on you can’t think, I won’t ever get enough.”

He stares up at me, his gaze locked on mine. “June…”

“You’re not alone in this,” I say softly. “I promise.”

A shudder racks his big body.

He presses a reverent kiss to the inside of my thigh, then focuses on my pussy again. He runs his thumbs over the edges of me, then teases my clit with the tip of his tongue, a first taste.

“Incredible,” he groans. “So fucking sweet. I want to do this every day for the rest of my life.”

Before I can comment on that, he flattens out his tongue and licks me for real, dragging the slightly rougher surface of his tongue over me again and again.

I squirm underneath him, rocking my hips up to meet his movements—or maybe get away from the intense sensations—but he pins me down with his weight and licks inside me.

He reaches so deep, sparks of pleasure dance in my belly, the first sign of my orgasm.

“Your fingers,” I beg. “Please, use your fingers.”

He chuckles darkly but gives in to my request immediately.

“How are you this hot inside?” he murmurs against my flesh. “Every time I put my fingers inside you, it feels like you’re burning up. I can’t fucking wait to feel you around my cock.”

I strain my hips up, searching for more contact. “Two.” I’m barely coherent now, reduced to single-word demands. “So close!”

He hisses a breath through his teeth, then feeds another long finger inside me. He licks my clit, rolling the swollen bud with his tongue. The sensation is so intense, I scream, trembling on the edge of my release.

“Can you take another?” He stares down at his fingers disappearing into my pussy. “You’ll have to if you want to take my cock.”

I shake my head from side to side, denying the possibility, but at the same time, I spread my knees farther apart and try to relax as much as I can with my climax barreling down on me. “M-maybe. We can—we can try.”

“Good girl,” he purrs.

The rumble of his voice goes straight to my pussy, and I grow wetter for him, embarrassingly so. But Asher makes a guttural noise and licks my pussy from opening to clit, then slowly presses three fingers inside me.

It’s a stretch. None of my previous partners were this girthy, and I’ve never experimented with a toy this big, though my vibrator comes close.

“Can you come for me like this?” Asher leans close, watching me intently. “You’re doing so well, baby. I can’t believe you’re taking three of my fingers. I’m so fucking hard, I’ll blow the moment you do.”

His words are filthy, but his earnest expression tells me he means every one. I glance down to see his cock leaking a steady drip of precum on the sheets between my legs. Asher’s fingers twitch inside me, and I gasp, squeezing my inner muscles around them.

“Fuck, June.” He drops his forehead to my knee, his wide shoulders trembling. “You have no idea…”

But I do. Because the need pulsing inside me is just as strong as whatever is driving him.

“Your tongue,” I tell him. “I need you to lick me while you fuck me with your fingers.”

He groans but fits his mouth over my pussy and licks me like a man possessed.

He sucks my clit between his lips and grazes his sharp teeth over it. I shatter, screaming. My insides clench around his fingers, and I bear down on his hand, begging for more. Finally, I collapse on the bed in a sweaty, sticky heap, my breaths sawing out of me, bordering on sobs.

Asher pulls his hand away from me slowly and wraps it around his cock, spreading my slickness over his length. “Need to come.”

I start to push myself on my elbows, but he puts a hand on my still-trembling belly and shakes his head. I relax back, watching him from half-lidded eyes.

“You’re so gorgeous,” I tell him as I spread my legs for him. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”

His hips snap forward, and he fucks his fist, his beautiful body straining for release.

I raise my hands to my tits and cup them, then play with my nipples, giving each a gentle squeeze because of how sensitive they are. “Will you come on me?” I ask, my voice breathy from anticipation. “I want you to, Asher.”

His golden eyes widen in shock, and then he’s coming, thick, creamy ropes of cum painting my pussy, my belly, my tits. His growl echoes around the room. He wraps his fingers around his knot and squeezes to send himself into another wave of release.

I watch, wide-eyed and trembling, as he finishes himself off. He drops down over me, hands braced on either side of my head, and nuzzles my temple, my neck, licking and sniffing as if he needs to make sure I’m here with him.

My heart swells, and I lift my arms to put them around his neck. “That was amazing.”

He lets out a huff of laughter. “Yeah? I thought so, too.”

He starts to lower himself over me, but I put my palm against his chest to stop him—not that I could hold him up if he decided to lie down anyway.

“You’ll get all sticky if you touch me,” I protest. “Let me get cleaned up first.”

Asher takes my hand, kisses my knuckles, and deliberately lowers himself over me, keeping some of his weight on his elbows. That leaves him grinning down at me, inches from my face. “You really think I care if you’re covered in my cum? I love it, June. You smell like me. It’s fucking fantastic.”

My breath squeezes out of my lungs, and not from the weight of his body. Is this another mate thing? Needing me to smell like him?

I shouldn’t say anything, not if he isn’t ready to talk yet, but my curiosity gets the best of me.

“Am I your mate?”