Page 43 of Can't Help Growling in Love
“You first.” His voice is a low rasp, commanding in a way that tells me he’s finally letting go. “Come for me, and I’ll let you touch me.”
I whimper. He pumps his fingers inside me. I’m wet enough to take him without a single pinch of pain. It’s all just delicious friction and a sense of fullness so complete, I’m about to have a vaginal orgasm.
Then Asher lowers his thumb to my clit and rolls it around until he finds the spot that has me gasping and clenching around his hand. His wolfish grin turns wicked, and he curls himself over me.
“Is that what you need?” He stares down at me as if watching me fall apart is all he’s ever wanted. “Tell me how to make it better.”
“You can’t,” I whimper. “Already—perfect.”
He groans at that, and his thick cock presses into my side. He’s losing grip on his control, and it’s fucking beautiful to see. My eyelids flutter from the intense pleasure, but I want to watch him as much as I want him to witness what he’s doing to me.
Our gazes lock, and it’s the most intimate, perfect moment of connection. Asher’s hand twitches. He growls low in his throat and pushes his fingers deeper inside me, then crooks them forward, sending me over the edge.
My body locks. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I scrunch my eyes shut and tremble against the wall while he fucks me slowly with his hand, rolling my swollen clit with his thumb.
I whimper as I come down, and he pulls away from me slowly. We separate with a wet sound that should be embarrassing, but Asher brings his fingers to his lips and licks them, his long tongue cleaning them thoroughly. He groanssoftly, his eyes closed for a moment, water rushing over him. Then he releases my wrists and rubs them with gentle hands, kissing one, then the other. He pets me all over, and I realize he’s instinctively checking that I’m okay, that he didn’t take this too far by holding me down like that.
“That was amazing.” I cup his face with both hands. “I told you I’d like you to be yourself with me.”
He nuzzles my neck, his big body curled over me. “Yeah, but I still want to make sure you’re not?—”
“I’m not,” I assure him and run my palms down his furry back. “I promise I’ll always tell you if we’re close to reaching my limit, okay?”
He shudders. “Deal.”
I reach behind me and squeeze some shower gel in my palm. The scent I’ve come to associate with Asher rises in the air between us. “You promised me you’d let me touch you if I came for you, remember?”
He dips his head, blocking the warm spray from me, and crowds me up against the wall. “Won’t take long.”
I shake my head and run my hands over his biceps and up to his shoulders. “You don’t need to take long. You’ve been on edge for ages, haven’t you?”
He hisses in a breath as I slide my palms down his chest, over his abdominals, to rest on his hips for a moment. Then I reach for his cock, wrap my fingers around the thick shaft, and give him a slow pump from the dark knot at the bottom to the lighter, flushed tip, already leaking creamy drops of precum.
“Tell me what you need,” I coax him.
He lets out a deep groan, then grips my wrists, spins me around, and presses my hands to the shower wall.
“Oh.” On instinct, I arch my spine and tip my hips back, searching for contact. “Like this?”
Asher’s warm breath touches my neck. “Yeah. My wolf… I need you like this.”
He fits his body over mine, and even though we’re so close together, the thick knot settles at the top of my ass, barely nestled between my cheeks.
“This will be better in bed,” I tell him, voice reedy with need. “B-better angle.”
I’m still wet from my orgasm, and now that he’s maneuvering me like this, my clit pulses again, my pussy clenching around emptiness. If we had more time—if we’d done this before—I’d ask him to fuck me like this, but every time I touch his cock, I know I’ll need more prep than a single climax to take all of him, especially that massive bulge at the bottom.
“Hold on.”
Asher wraps one arm around my waist and lifts me clear off the floor, so the length of his cock slides along my ass, the tip nudging my back hole lightly.
I gasp at the sensation, and his grip on me tightens. Then he thrusts, fucking himself against me, his breath hot on my cheek.
“Asher!”
I scrabble for purchase, but he’s taken over me, just as I asked. When he drops his other hand to the junction of my thighs, I realize his intention—he’s not just getting himself off. My clit throbs as he pinches it between two fingers, and I moan, helpless and so fucking turned on.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls into my neck.
