Page 35 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)
I wait him out, grinning at the way he twitches and moans. He’s so beautiful. He comes, completely unguarded. When he opens his eyes, they’re blazing golden.
“That was…” He licks his lips and shakes his head. “I imagined it, of course, but this was better than anything I could have come up with.”
He looks down between us, and I follow his gaze to find his cock dripping with cum, thick, creamy trails of it leaking from where we’re joined. It’s filthy and erotic, and I want to drop to my knees between Asher’s legs and lick all that up?—
“Ah!”
I yelp, clutching at Asher’s shoulders as he tips me back. He lifts me effortlessly, then lays me down in the middle of the bed, looming over me. Our bodies are still joined. He lowers himself for a kiss and slides deeper into my pussy, filling me perfectly.
“Is this okay?” he rasps, caging me with his big body. “I need…I want to try this.”
His cock sinks inside me, the thick length dragging over my sensitive inner spot.
“Yeah, it’s good.” I dig my fingers into his biceps and roll my hips to meet his next thrust. “No pain. Feels amazing.”
He grins down at me, wicked and gorgeous. “I can smell you, baby. Growing hotter for me.” He puts his weight on one arm and slides his other hand between my breasts, down my belly, right to my core. “If I touch your clit, will you come for me?”
I whimper, nodding. “Please, please, don’t stop.”
“I could never.” He snaps his hips forward and hits the end of me. “Not until you squeeze this hot pussy around me and give me everything you have.”
His knot nudges my lower lips with every thrust, and my mind goes blank. It’s too huge to fit inside me, I’m sure, but Asher doesn’t seem to mind. He fucks me with deep strokes, his pointy ears twitching as he listens to my cues. I hold nothing back—I couldn’t if I tried.
“I’m so close!” I grasp the back of his neck and pull him down over me, desperate for a kiss. “Asher!”
He groans into my mouth, then slides his tongue against mine, echoing the rhythm of his thrusts. The angle presses his throbbing knot over my clit, and I come, my body contracting around him.
“Fuck, ah! ” Asher buries himself as deep as he can, his thrusts growing quicker.
I wrap my legs and arms around his body and ride out my climax. He comes right after me, and the rush of hot cum over my G-spot sends me into another peak. The pleasure is so sharp, I cry out, my breaths sawing in and out of me. I try to hold on with everything I have.
His fangs graze the skin of my shoulder, but he turns his head away at the last moment, snarling into my hair.
“June.”
His movements grow slower until he stops on top of me, his weight heavy but not crushing, which means he’s still holding himself up.
“Amazing,” I murmur, running my palms over his back in slow circles. “In case you’re wondering, I mean. This was spectacular, and no, it’s not always like this. I just came so hard I almost blacked out, and I’m already wondering when we can do this again because you’re really good at this.”
His low chuckle is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard. “Well, I had a great teacher.”
He raises his head and kisses me slowly, as if tasting me for the first time. It’s exactly what I need after the frantic rush of our lovemaking.
“You’re still hard.” I glance down between us, to where he’s still buried inside me. “And I didn’t take your knot.”
“Still the best sex of my life.” His grin widens as I roll my eyes at him, and he slips out of me. “What? It’s true.”
He moves me on the bed so I’m facing the right way again, my head on the pillow, then snuggles close to me.
“Now that you know what it’s like, do you feel any differently?” I hate that this is the first thing that’s come to my mind after my incredible orgasm, but I have to ask. “Are you sure you don’t want to, you know, see how it feels like with other people?”
“Absolutely sure.” He kisses the top of my head. “Now put these thoughts away forever, deal? I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“Okay.”I blink rapidly to keep myself from crying. I don’t know why I’m so emotional all of a sudden. Probably because that climax turned my brain to mush, and it’s struggling to contain all the emotions. “We need to shower. And I need to pee.”
Asher looks down at me, eyebrows raised. “The reality of living together, eh?”
I pinch his side, then push myself up. “Yep. You can join me for the shower after I flush, not before.”
He grins. “Setting the rules is important, right?”
“Are we living together now?” I grab a pair of fresh panties from my overnight bag and saunter toward the bathroom. “I thought I was only staying here until my house is repaired.”
Asher lunges for me with a growl, and I dance back, shrieking in delight. He misses by an inch, and I scurry over to the bathroom, shutting myself inside.
Then I crack the door open and peer through it, meeting his golden gaze. “I’ll move the rest of my stuff after the full moon, okay? I don’t think we’ll have the time before that.”
He nods, satisfied, and lies back on the bed, one hand tucked behind his head. “I’ll help. I want you here.”
My heart melts, and I catch myself humming happily as I use the bathroom and wash my hands.
I expect Asher to join me for the shower, but he doesn’t come in.
I wash for the second time, swiping the drying trails of his cum from between my legs.
My clit pulses. I run my fingers over myself and shiver at the thought of going another round if I’m this sensitive.
But when I towel off and open the door, I find Asher asleep on the bed, still in the exact same position as before.
I grin, then flick off the lights to let him rest. Not wanting to wake him, I grab a fresh t-shirt from a stack of folded laundry he hasn’t put away yet and walk into the hallway as I put it on.
I check the doors and windows to see if they’re locked, plug in Asher’s phone in the kitchen, and bring mine back to the bedroom so we’ll have an alarm.
Finally, I crawl into bed beside him and toss the covers over his big body, then snuggle in, as close as I can without waking him.
But I shouldn’t have worried. Asher rolls to his side and tucks me close, my ass to his groin. He spoons me from behind, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
All the remaining tension seeps out of me, and I clasp his hand, holding on.
Perfect .