Page 38 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)

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Twenty-Six

ASHER

It’s been eight minutes and forty-seven seconds since we left the radio station parking lot.

I know because I’ve kept my gaze on the dashboard clock, fixated on it to prevent myself from going full wolf. June jumped out of the car to leave her key for the contractor, and I nearly ran after her. Only the seat belt tugging me back reminded me where I was.

Now she stares out the windshield, carefully taking the turns toward my house.

“Your truck is twice the size of my car,” she murmurs as she slows at an intersection. “But as long as I don’t have to squeeze it into some tight parking spot, we’ll be fine.”

My hand trembles, so I squeeze it into a fist, afraid to touch June and hurt her in my need. “I bought lube.”

She whips a startled gaze my way. “What?”

“I bought lube,” I repeat. “At the shop. Before work.”

When June mentioned it the other day, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t thought of it before. I never needed it because my precum or spit were enough to slick me up if I was jerking off, but June’s tight pussy needs more than that.

“Oh,” she says, voice a little shaky. “That’s great. Thank you.”

She takes the turn onto my street, then slows again. We’re approaching my property.

“Do you want me to park it at the end of the driveway or—oh my God, Asher, what are you doing?”

Her screech of surprise follows me. I jump out of the still-moving vehicle.

But I can’t hold back anymore. June slams on the brakes and stops the truck, and a second later, I’m at her side, opening the door and pulling her out.

She yelps but unclips her seat belt and reaches for me, placing her hands on my shoulders for support.

I don’t let her feet touch the ground. She feels too fucking good in my arms. I slam the car door shut and run to the house. The need to touch her, to be inside her, pounds at me, a second heartbeat I can’t shut off.

“Can’t—slow down,” I grunt. I push June to the hallway wall. “I need to feel you.”

She takes a sharp inhale, then palms both my cheeks and forces me to look at her. “You don’t have to hold back anymore. We’re home. I’m safe with you. Do what you need.”

But I shake my head. “Don’t want to hurt you.”

June thinks for a moment, then asks, “Do you need to be inside me, or would it be good enough for now if we both got off?”

I grit my teeth, trying to think clearly. “We can try. To just get off. Get you ready for me.”

“Okay. Do you think you’ll need to knot me tonight?”

June’s breaths are coming faster now. I take a whiff of her scent, worried she’s scared, but it’s all mellow honey notes. She’s getting wet for me, I know it.

Her hips arch up as I lean my body over hers. “You want that, don’t you, baby? My knot stretching you open? Plugging all my cum inside you?”

She releases a shuddering exhale. “Yeah, that sounds really amazing.”

I kiss her, licking her lips, then stroking my tongue over hers. “You’re a fucking dream. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m gonna do my best to keep you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she states, her grip on me tightening. “You hear that? I’m here with you, and I won’t break. I trust you, and I know you’ll take care of me all through this. I know you’ll stop if I need you to stop, so please, you don’t have to hold yourself back.”

Her words unlock something inside me. The easy acceptance, the trust she’s showing me—I need to trust her right back. She knows what she wants, and if that’s my knot, who am I to argue?

I grab her ass and hoist her up my body. June laughs and wraps her legs around my waist. The heat of her core presses to the tip of my cock, and I nearly come right there, without even touching her skin to skin. Gritting my teeth, I stride into my bedroom and toss my girlfriend on my bed.

“I thought…” June scoots up to the headboard and leans against it, her gaze on me. “We could try that thing you wanted me to show you.”

I strip my t-shirt over my head and throw it on the floor. “What thing?”

She leans over the edge of the bed to reach her bag, giving me an excellent view of her ass in leggings that has my cock pulsing in my pants.

Then she straightens and shows me her thick pink vibrator.

A faint ringing noise fills my head, and I wonder stupidly if I’m about to pass out because all my blood has rushed to my dick.

“Yes,” I grunt immediately. “That. Yeah.”

June’s smile lights up her face. “You agreed to that pretty fast. Are you sure you don’t want to consider your other options?”

I push down my sweatpants and boxers and kick them off, then climb on the bed and cage her in with my body.

“I’m sure. I want to see how you fuck yourself with this toy, then I’ll do all those other options to you, too.

We have the entire day ahead of us before the moonrise. I’ll have time to try everything .”

Her lips part, and the scent of her arousal fills the room. I sit back on my heels and hook my fingers in her leggings. She lifts her hips to help me get them off. Then she’s naked from the waist down, her knees open, her pink pussy on display for me.

“Fuck.” I shudder, pushing myself away from her. “You smell so good.”

She sits up and pulls her top off, then unclips her bra to show me her tits, full and heavy, with dusky pink nipples hardened to buds.

“I want you to make yourself come, too,” she tells me. She settles back on the pillows. “Can you do that for me?”

I grasp my cock just below the head. “That won’t be a problem.”

Her giggle is the best thing I’ve heard all day. With her pink cheeks and messy hair, she looks so godsdamned beautiful. I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that she’s mine, but her words from earlier echo in my mind.

I’m not going anywhere. I’m here with you, and I won’t break .

“Show me,” I demand, flicking my gaze to the pink toy clutched in her hand. “I want to know how you do it.”

June’s chest rises on a quick inhale, then she brings the vibrator between her legs. She turns it so I can see the nub on one side.

“This is a rabbit,” she explains, her voice higher than before. “It allows me to reach my G-spot and tease my clit at the same time. Both ends vibrate, so it feels really good.”

I grit my teeth to keep from coming all over her. “Got it. Is that what takes you over the edge the fastest?”

“Yeah.” She places the rounded end of the vibrator on her pussy and uses it to spread her lower lips. “If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably use a drop of lube for this, but you make me…”

Her words trail off as she pushes the tip past her entrance, right into her tight channel. I can’t help it—I shuffle closer, wanting a better look.

“You haven’t switched it on yet,” I grunt, stroking my cock slowly, in time with her tentative movements.

“I don’t want to come too fast,” she admits.

I glance up at her face and find her staring at my cock, her eyes glazed over with need.

It hits me then—she’s getting off to the image of me. What I’m doing is turning her on just as much as her show is firing me up.

Grinning, I spread my knees wider and straighten my back, then run my hand from my knot to the tip, letting a small spill of precum drip over my fingers.

June’s gasp is everything . Her eyelids flutter, and she moves the toy faster, fucking herself in short, tight strokes. The short nub nudges her clit with every slide, but that can’t be enough to send her over the edge.

“Turn it on,” I demand, “and I’ll come so hard for you, June. All over your pussy, I swear.”

She sucks in a breath that lifts her tits, then clicks a button at the end of her toy. It buzzes to life, and June’s stifled moan lets me know just how good it feels for her.

“Faster,” I instruct her, matching her stroke by stroke.

She grins at me. “It has— oh, fuck —it has a stronger setting.”

I squeeze my shaft again to keep myself from coming. No fucking way am I going over the edge before her, no matter how much I need her.

I pin her with a stern glare. “Do it.”

June obeys instantly, as if she was waiting for my command. Her hips rock up to meet the thrusts of the vibrator. It buzzes faster, and she fucks herself deeply, all reserve gone now that she’s so close to her orgasm.

“Asher!”

Her tits bounce with each movement, and I want to suck her nipples so much. But this is just the beginning, an opening act, and I don’t want to fuck it up.

“Pinch your nipples.” My voice comes out as a guttural growl, all finesse gone. “Now, June. Push yourself over the edge.”

She brings her free hand up to her breast and pinches her nipple between her fingertips. My eyes roll back from pleasure, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold on. Just a little longer…

“Feel how deep that goes?” I lean closer, barely keeping it together. “My cock will hit so much deeper. I’ll fucking fill all of you, baby. Then I’ll give you my knot, and you’ll?—”

“Ah!”

June’s back bows off the bed, and her knees snap together as if trying to hold the vibrator inside her pussy. She comes, shaking. I watch in awe. She fucks herself through her climax, shoving the toy deep, shuddering with every move.

I hang suspended in that moment, a witness to her pleasure, then roll my hand down to my knot and squeeze.

That’s all it takes, one last stroke. My orgasm slams into me, and I roar, pumping my hips up into my fist, imagining it’s June’s tight pussy clenching so hard around me.

But I don’t have to imagine anymore, because she’s right there, watching me, her pink lips parted. I shoot cum on her belly, her pussy, her thighs.

“Oh, fuck!” I shudder, grasping my knot hard. “June!”

I look up to find her grinning at me. She relaxes back against the pillows and slowly draws the toy from her pussy. It glistens with her wetness, and my cock twitches again at the sight.

We should clean up. I should carry my mate to the bathroom and rinse my seed off her skin, I know that.