Page 29 of Can't Help Growling in Love
Asher’s rumbling laugh fills the air around us. “Yeah? Okay, let’s see…”
He shifts his fingertips over my clit, his golden gaze on me. For maybe the first time in my life, I allow myself to feel every sensation to its fullest and let every reaction show—from the moan that forces its way out of my throat to the quickened breath, the growing tension in my body.
I want him to know how amazing he’s making me feel.
His breaths are hot on my naked skin, and my nipples pebble into tight points, so I let go of Asher’s shoulders, trusting that he’ll hold me up, and pinch my nipples.
Asher’s gaze drops to my chest again, and his movements stutter. I grin, loving how transparent he is with his reactions.
Then he stops and screws his eyes shut, his expression pained. “Fuck, I can’t stop.”
I take his chin and kiss him lightly on the lips. “You’re shifting?”
He nods tersely. “I wanted to take care of you first…”
My heart melts at his words. “You are. You’re doing so well, Asher. I don’t care—I’ll come on your hand whether you’re shifted or not. I just want you to enjoy this, too. Don’t hold back.”
He blows out a long breath, then lifts his gaze to mine, and suddenly, his features are changing, fur sprouting all over his skin, his already bulky form thickening. He shuffles, and I notice the long tail moving to the side, its tip twitching in excitement.
A light golden glimmer passes over him, completing the transformation. His ears have shifted, softly furred and pointed, to the top of his head. For some reason, my mind snags on that detail, not the sharp teeth or the thick fur or the claws now digging into the naked skin of my waist.
I reach up to brush my fingers over the sandy-gray fur of his ear, and it twitches lightly. “So cool,” I breathe. “You’re beautiful.”
“That was supposed to be my line,” he protests, but then he brings his snout to my neck and licks a hot stripe over my skin. “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I can’t think around you. And your taste…”
He slowly pulls his fingers from my clit and brings them to his mouth. He licks my wetness off, his eyelids fluttering closed.Then he reaches for me again, more sure of himself but careful not to prick me with his claws.
“I’m gonna file my claws down,” he murmurs. His hot breath is followed by a lick of his tongue, the texture rougher than before. “So I won’t hurt you when I touch you.”
“You’re not hurting me now.” The words come out on a moan, and my breath hitches as he rolls my clit under his fingertips. “It all feels amazing, Asher.”
His hips twitch up as if he can’t help himself. “I know, baby, but I want to put my fingers inside your pussy. See you ride my hand and take your pleasure from me.”
Holy fuck. Asher’s candid words have me gripping him tighter. My pussy clenches, empty, and I wish he’d make good on his promise and reach deep inside me. But he’s right, we have to be careful.
My body doesn’t care about the danger, though. “Just a little,” I beg. “I need?—”
Asher kisses me, cutting off my words. Then he puts his forehead against mine and grips my waist tight with his free hand. “I’m gonna go real slow, okay? Don’t move, June. If you move, I stop.”
I nod frantically, clutching his shoulders to keep steady. “Yeah. Just—please.”
“Fuck.” He slides his middle finger between my pussy lips, past my clit and to my opening. “You’re a dream.”
“I’m not.” I shake my head, our foreheads touching. “This is all real, and you’re about to make me come so hard.”
He groans as he dips inside me for the first time. I clench my teeth to fight the instinct to roll my hips, to impale myself on his long finger and chase the pleasure I so desperately need.
We’re staring at each other, the tension between us building. Asher’s chest heaves with quick breaths. I glance down at his lapand gasp at the sight of the reddish tip of his cock, forcing its way past the waistband of his sweatpants.
“You make me so hard.” He presses his finger deeper, then retreats and adds another, stretching me slowly. “I wanted you before I even met you. And then I saw you for the first time, smelled you, and it was all over for me, June.”
I close my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations and the words he can’t possibly mean. He’s just experiencing this for the first time, and after he’s had his fill, he might get tired of me. I know that’s a real possibility. I don’t want to fall for him so fast, but he’s making it impossible not tofeel.
Especially when he puts his nose right up to my ear and rasps, “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll doanything.”
I swallow past a suddenly tight throat, forcing down the emotions that have no place here. “Put your thumb to my clit and press down.”
His golden gaze flares with heat, and he does exactly as I asked, finding the right spot with ease. He’s watching me hungrily, mapping my every reaction. I whimper with pleasure, so he doubles down on the spot until my pussy is clenching around his fingers, my body coiled tight, on the cusp of release.
