Page 43 of Can’t Help Growling in Love (Harmony Glen #9)

“You sound more lucid than before,” I comment, trying not to squeeze around his knot. “Maybe we should get back to the house before the next wave of the madness hits. We have to keep still so your knot will dislodge.”

He noses the side of my neck. The soft touch on my fresh bite has me shivering with pleasure.

I scrunch my eyes shut, gasping. “What the hell?”

Asher stills behind me. “What is it?”

“Do that again,” I demand. “Touch the bite.”

He hesitates. “Does it hurt?”

“No, touch it,” I insist.

Slowly, he brings a hand up to my neck and rubs his thumb over the fresh punctures in my skin.

My body reacts as if he’s touching my clit. I jerk in his grip, my pussy tightening, my nipples tingling with the need to be pinched.

“Oh, that’s amazing.” I squirm, needing more than the gentle touch. “It’s sensitive .”

Asher tenses around me. “How sensitive?”

“Like I might come if you keep touching it.” I clasp the back of his neck. “That means I’m giving you permission to try, by the way.”

He lets out a low laugh. “Does it? Here I thought we were going to be good and wait for my knot to release.”

I deliberately squeeze my inner muscles around him.

“Oh, is that how you want to play it?” He brushes my hair to the side, then moves the torn collar of the sweatshirt aside to give himself better access.

“You shouldn’t tease me, June. You don’t know how much I want to just keep you here, locked on my knot.

All night. I’d fuck you so full of my cum. Make you come over and over.”

This time, the tightening of my body has nothing to do with teasing. Asher’s words wind me up like nothing else, and I cry out as he finally licks the fresh bite on my shoulder.

“Yes, yes!”

I try to roll my hips, but the movement has his knot pulsing on my G-spot. I cry out. Another climax looms, stronger and more powerful than before.

“Give me one more,” he rasps. He licks the bite again, his tongue following the string of small cuts in my skin. “I can feel you. You’re so close, baby. Come for me, and I’ll— fuck !”

I shatter, trembling, my mouth opening in a silent scream. I scrunch my eyes shut. The sensations this time feel darker, as if this orgasm is building up to something bigger, stronger, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same after I experience it.

Asher comes right after me, pumping me full of his cum. Despite the knot, some of our combined wetness slips from between our bodies, wetting my inner thighs.

He sniffs the air, then reaches between us to dip his fingers in the wetness. “I want to lick you clean.”

I let out a hoarse laugh, sagging in his arms. “You’ll have to release me first.”

At that, he stills, and his breathing quickens. “I can’t.”

“What do you mean, you can’t?” I turn my head to look at him, but he’s barely a shadow behind me, hidden by the darkness.

“I can’t let you go.”

His words are rough, a raw confession that seems to have cost him dearly. I play over my words in my head. My demand to be released must have tripped some switch in his brain, and the full moon’s power is taking over again,

“Oh, baby, no.” I struggle to reach for him, but with how we’re stuck together, I can’t hug him properly. “Asher, I’m not going anywhere, okay? But I’d like to get off your knot so we can return to the house.”

He sucks in a deep inhale, then lets it go, his warm breath feathering over our mating bite. “Okay, yeah. Sorry.”

I pat the back of the hand that’s pressed to my sternum, supporting me. “Don’t say that. I loved everything about this experience so far.”

Slowly, he relaxes again, his heartbeat evening out. I keep very still for long minutes. I let myself simply enjoy Asher’s closeness, the feel of his powerful body bracketing mine.

Finally, he moves us so I’m on all fours again and pulls back. “I think it’s…yeah, here we go.”

I gasp as he releases from me, his knot slipping past the entrance of my pussy, and with it, a warm drip of cum. “Oh, shit.”

I cast around for anything I could use to wipe myself, but we’re in the middle of the forest, so my options are limited.

Then Asher puts his hand on my shoulder. “Stay still.”

With one quick tug, he rips the sleeve of the sweatshirt clean off, slips it down my arm, and hands it to me.

In the darkness, I raise my eyebrows at him.

His eyesight must be better than mine, though, because he only chuckles. “I’d already ruined it.”

Shrugging, I swipe the sleeve between my legs to wipe the worst of our mess away, then wrap the fabric in a roll and tuck it under my arm. “I’m not leaving this here. That’s littering.”

Asher laughs, a deep, happy chuckle. “See, I knew you were the one for me.”

I stand but wobble on my feet, dizzy from crouching for so long. “Whoa.”

Before I can ask for support, he swings me up in his arms. “I’ve got you. Come on. Let’s get back inside.”

I peer into the darkness in front of us. “How far are we from the house anyway? I have no idea how long it took you to get me.”

He puts his nose in my hair and sniffs. “Not long. Cute trick with using the other door, by the way. Very stealthy.”

“I can tell you’re laughing at me.” I reach up to toy with his ears, grinning as he shivers under my touch. “But we don’t all have supernatural hearing and tracking abilities.”

He strides into the backyard of his house, onto the lawn that looks so different from the front end of his garden. I’m about to suggest a shower and a snack, but Asher stops dead some ten feet from the bay window and turns slowly toward the east.

And there, rising above the treetops, is the yellow moon, perfectly round, like a golden coin hung up by the gods.

His grip on me tightens, and a low growl starts in his chest, a rumbling that vibrates through my entire body with how close he’s holding me.

“Asher?”

I touch his cheek, and he wrenches his gaze away from the moon to stare down at me, his eyes golden and bright.

“Tell me what you need.”

He releases a shuddering breath. “You. Only you.”