Page 79 of Can't Help Growling in Love
No time?
I want to ask what he means, but he guides me forward until I’m on all fours. The loss of his warmth is a shock. A gust of wind whips through the trees. My skin pebbles with goose bumps. I can’t see what Asher’s doing behind me, but seconds later, his furry thighs meet the back of mine, and the tip of his hot cock presses to my core.
“Need you. Like this.” He pants, though our run wasn’t that long. “Hold on.”
My fingers dig into the crushed leaves, and for a brief moment, I wonder at the insanity of it all. The cold, the dirt, the darkness—it should all serve to put me off this.
Instead, I close my eyes and rock my hips back, meeting Asher’s first thrust.
The head of his cock slips inside me, and I gasp, clenching around him on instinct.
“I can’t go slow,” he rumbles. His hands find my hips, and he nudges an inch deeper. “Don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not.” I push against him and focus on relaxing my inner muscles. “It feels so good, Asher.”
He puts his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes me lower, so my ass sticks in the air, my head pillowed on myforearms. I widen my knees, making room for him. He thrusts again and sinks almost all the way inside me.
I cry out from the exquisite pleasure, and Asher pauses, panting behind me.
“June?”
Even with the full moon wreaking havoc on his mind, he’s still worried about me. Still caring for me. He can’t enjoy this as much as he wants to because he’s certain he’ll hurt me, and I can’t have that.
“It’s okay. I’m not in pain.” I glance over my shoulder at the outline of his body. “If I want you to stop, I’ll say so.”
He lets out a choked laugh. “Deal.”
On the next thrust, his knot meets my pussy, and we both groan at the sensation.
“Fuck, the sounds you make.” His voice sounds harsh. He curls his big body over mine. “You drive me fucking mad.”
He grasps my waist hard and pulls me onto his length with every thrust. It takes me a moment to realize he’s holding me off the ground, my knees barely brushing the leaves.
I close my eyes and let myselffeel. Every slide of his thick cock winds me higher. Every hot breath on the back of my neck tells me how much he wants me, and it fuels the flames inside me.
“I want your knot,” I pant, body trembling from my need. “I want to feel you come, Asher. Then I want your bite.”
He snarls, moving faster, fucking me with deep strokes that hit the end of me. My body sings for him like it’s never done for anybody before.
Then strong arms wrap around my torso, and he lifts me to his chest. I scream. Gravity takes over, and the big bulge of his knot shoves against my pussy lips.
The sensation borders on pain, the pressure so strong, my mind throws up panicked objections to what we’re doing.
If we tried this without preparing me, if Asher hadn’t knotted me this morning, I could have gotten hurt.
But I remember that incredible feeling of fullness and connection. I let myself relax, let Asher hold up my body, and lean back.
“I’m yours,” I whisper. “Take me. I want you to, Asher.”
His ragged groan pierces me to my soul. He fucks me from below, his hips working behind me. He takes the collar of my sweatshirt and rips it, exposing my neck and shoulders to the cool night air. I reach back with my hands, holding on to the back of his neck for support.
“Take it,” he snarls, shoving me down. “I know you can. I’ll give you my cum, but not before you take my knot.”
His command breaks through to my subconscious, and I give myself over to the sensations. I bear down as much as I can with Asher’s arms around my body.
“Let me,” I gasp. “You’ve got to let me. You won’t hurt me.”
His breath hitches, then he relaxes his hold. On the next thrust, I spread my knees wider on either side of Asher’s thighs and sink onto his knot. He waits for me, giving me time to adjust, and finally, finally, my body relaxes enough to accept his.
