Page 57 of Can't Help Growling in Love
He sucks my clit between his lips and grazes his sharp teeth over it. I shatter, screaming. My insides clench around his fingers, and I bear down on his hand, begging for more. Finally, I collapse on the bed in a sweaty, sticky heap, my breaths sawing out of me, bordering on sobs.
Asher pulls his hand away from me slowly and wraps it around his cock, spreading my slickness over his length. “Need to come.”
I start to push myself on my elbows, but he puts a hand on my still-trembling belly and shakes his head. I relax back, watching him from half-lidded eyes.
“You’re so gorgeous,” I tell him as I spread my legs for him. “I can’t wait to have you inside me.”
His hips snap forward, and he fucks his fist, his beautiful body straining for release.
I raise my hands to my tits and cup them, then play with my nipples, giving each a gentle squeeze because of how sensitive they are. “Will you come on me?” I ask, my voice breathy from anticipation. “I want you to, Asher.”
His golden eyes widen in shock, and then he’s coming, thick, creamy ropes of cum painting my pussy, my belly, my tits. His growl echoes around the room. He wraps his fingers around his knot and squeezes to send himself into another wave of release.
I watch, wide-eyed and trembling, as he finishes himself off. He drops down over me, hands braced on either side of my head, and nuzzles my temple, my neck, licking and sniffing as if he needs to make sure I’m here with him.
My heart swells, and I lift my arms to put them around his neck. “That was amazing.”
He lets out a huff of laughter. “Yeah? I thought so, too.”
He starts to lower himself over me, but I put my palm against his chest to stop him—not that I could hold him up if he decided to lie down anyway.
“You’ll get all sticky if you touch me,” I protest. “Let me get cleaned up first.”
Asher takes my hand, kisses my knuckles, and deliberately lowers himself over me, keeping some of his weight on his elbows. That leaves him grinning down at me, inches from my face. “You really think I care if you’re covered in my cum? I love it, June. You smell like me. It’s fucking fantastic.”
My breath squeezes out of my lungs, and not from the weight of his body. Is this another mate thing? Needing me to smell like him?
I shouldn’t say anything, not if he isn’t ready to talk yet, but my curiosity gets the best of me.
“Am I your mate?”
Chapter
Twenty-Two
ASHER
I stare down at June, my body locking up.
Am I your mate?
The question echoes around my empty brain, bouncing this way and that until it’s all I can think of.
“Yeah,” I force out finally because I can’t omit the truth when she’s asked me a direct question.
She hums quietly, her eyelashes fluttering. “I thought I might be. Why didn’t you tell me?”
I lift myself off her, regretting my earlier decision to plaster myself on top of her. Now we’re both covered in cum, and I don’t know what to do.
I should have been the one to tell her.
“Asher…” She palms my cheek, her touch tentative. “I won’t push this until you’re ready, but I thought we might talk about it.”
I roll to the side but take her with me until we’re facing each other. Even now, knowing we’ll have to have this conversation I’ve been avoiding, I don’t want to let go of her. Instead, I pull the sheets up and over us, worried that she might get chilled.
“I didn’t want to dump this on you,” I admit finally, staring at her chin. “Not when you were already worried that we were moving too fast.”
She hums thoughtfully. “Yeah, but knowing we were mates would have explained this mad attraction, no?” She sifts her fingers through the fur on my chest. “I mean, your body told you that you’ve found the most biologically compatible person in the world. It makes sense you’ve gone a little mad.”
