Page 30 of Can't Help Growling in Love
“Are you gonna come for me? Your pussy is getting so tight and hot, June. I’m gonna come just from imagining how it’ll feel when you’re riding my cock. I didn’t think it was going to be this great, but it’s better than what I imagined.”
I cry out, the first tremor of my climax starting deep in my core. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”
“I won’t, baby,” he promises. He kisses me deeply, then presses his thumb harder over my clit. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.”
He pushes me over the cliff with one lucky crook of his fingers. My mind goes blank, and a starburst of pleasuredetonates inside me, swift and powerful. I clench around Asher, bearing down on him instinctively. I can’t help but roll my hips, too far gone to care about his claws, but he follows my movements, still so careful with me. He holds me upright with his other arm, banding it around my naked waist. I gasp and moan, unable to hold back the sounds ripping from my throat—not that I want to. I need Asher to know how much I’m loving this, because he did so well. He listened and did exactly what I needed from him, and now I’m flying, my body singing for him.
Finally, I collapse onto his chest, my breaths choppy and shallow. “Oh.”
He slowly pulls his hand away from me and brings it to his mouth again to lick off my juices. “This was incredible.”
I snort into his fur. “Like you said earlier, that was supposed to be my line.” I push myself up so I can look him in the eyes. “Seriously, this was one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had, and you only used your fingers. I’m almost afraid of what sex with you will be like.”
He cocks his head to the side. “Because of how large my cock is?”
I can’t help but glance down at the thick ridge still hidden in his sweatpants. “Well, that, too, but mostly because I think it’ll ruin me for everyone else.”
Asher’s golden eyes gleam dangerously. “Perfect. I want to keep doing this forever.”
Chapter
Thirteen
ASHER
June stills in my lap, and I curse myself for a fool. I shouldn’t have said that—shouldn’t have revealed the depth of my obsession.
Because what else is this, if not madness? We’ve known each other for only such a short time, so neither of us should be thinking about forever.
I must be lust-drunk. Too turned on to think straight.
But the moment I start rationalizing my words and actions, a powerful instinct springs up inside me, roaring to life. June ismy mate, and I don’t want to let her go. Maybe I’d be more qualified to make this decision if I’d had other serious partners before. Then I could say with certainty that this woman, this exact person, is perfect for me. Right now, all I have to go off of is my gut feeling and her addictive scent, as well as my growing need to mark her and make her mine.
I stare at her, unsure of what to say. If she’s freaking out over this, I’ll have to let her go—for now. Let her process what I just said and deal with it in her own time.
But June’s fingers tighten on my shoulders, digging into my fur, and then she’s kissing me, her tongue sliding against mine. She shuffles closer, and I hug her tight to my chest, then slide my palms up her naked back. Her skin is so fucking soft, and her full tits fit perfectly in my hands, lush and heavy. The taste of her pussy I got hasn’t nearly been enough, and I want to push her to her back, take off her pants, and make myself at home between her thighs.
She breaks the kiss, breathing heavy. Her chest rises and falls with each quick breath, and I can’t help but stare at her pebbled nipples.
“Asher.”
She says my name, and I flick my gaze up to her face to find her smirking at me.
“Have you ever had oral sex?” she demands. “Or a transfusion since your surgery? Any injuries I should know about?”
I shake my head immediately. “No, and I was given a clean bill of health when I left, but I can?—”
“Okay.” Fumbling at my side for her bag, she takes out her phone and taps at the screen with trembling fingers. Then she shoves the phone in my face. “Here, my test results.”
I squint at the unfamiliar words and numbers and shrug—I can’t tell what they mean, exactly, not without a whole lot of internet research. “Yep, good to go.”
She moves so fast for a human. One moment, she’s straddling my thighs, and the next, she’s on her knees on the carpet, her hands on my knees. Her phone slides to the floor, discarded.
“June?” My breath stalls in my throat at the heated gleam in her eyes. “What are you doing?”
“Can I see you? All of you? I’d like to make you come, Asher.”
For a moment, the only thing I’m capable of is staring at her. Then my brain wakes up, and I give her a stilted nod, because I’m already shoving my sweatpants and underwear past my hips.
