Page 80 of Can't Help Growling in Love
The knot slips inside and swells to fill me completely.
“Ah!” I grasp Asher’s fur with both hands and tug on it. “Fuck, that feels so good. Oh-oh my God.”
He presses his fingers over my clit, and my pussy spasms around the thick bulge now locked inside me. Asher’s snarl is the only warning before he moves again, bouncing me on his lap. Locked together, we chase our climax. I cry out, the first flutters of bliss starting in my core. Asher works faster, fucking me from below, as if determined to push me over the edge first.
I shatter, wrapped so safely in his arms.
At the cusp of my orgasm, Asher licks the skin of my neck, then sinks his fangs into it.
I expected pain. A hard pinch, a searing burn, something unpleasant to be endured.
But the moment his teeth pierce my skin, my awareness of him blooms to life. The bond between us, forged by interest, affection, compassion, and lust, glows golden. Fate connects us forever.I gasp, my eyes flying open, and another burst of pleasure explodes.
Then I feelhim. Asher’s climax is monumental. He comes inside me, his teeth still clamped on my shoulder.
His chest heaves behind me, his arms wrap around my body, and he holds me close, his knot pulsing in my pussy. The sudden rush of his cum has me gasping. For one wild moment, I imagine how hot this will be once I’m no longer protected by my implant, and I twitch around him, helpless to stop another wave of pleasure flowing through me.
Asher releases my shoulder and licks the bite with long stripes of his tongue. The nurse in me worries about all the dirt surrounding us getting in that wound, but I put that concern off for later. Now, I relax and let him clean me like he clearly wants to.
“I feel you inside me,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice still rough. “I felt you squeeze my knot. I bit you, and we connected. I didn’t know it would be like this.”
“I love you.” I curl my fingers in the fur on his neck. “And I love this, too. It’s like a warm tie between us, isn’t it?”
I glance down at the center of my chest, almost expecting a golden thread to illuminate the darkness. But it only exists if I close my eyes and focus on it, a connection that should feel fragile but already pulses with energy.
Somehow, I know it will only get stronger with time.
“You feel it, too?” Asher nuzzles his cheek on my temple. “I didn’t think you would.”
I shrug, but I can’t stop a smug grin. “I guess I really am perfect for you.”
He snorts. “We knew that well before I fucked you in the middle of the forest.”
The words bring back the reality of our situation. I’m still wearing his torn, oversized sweatshirt and nothing else, and the autumn air cools quickly around us. Asher is as warm as ever, though, so I lean into him, soaking up his heat.
“You sound more lucid than before,” I comment, trying not to squeeze around his knot. “Maybe we should get back to the house before the next wave of the madness hits. We have to keep still so your knot will dislodge.”
He noses the side of my neck. The soft touch on my fresh bite has me shivering with pleasure.
I scrunch my eyes shut, gasping. “What the hell?”
Asher stills behind me. “What is it?”
“Do that again,” I demand. “Touch the bite.”
He hesitates. “Does it hurt?”
“No, touch it,” I insist.
Slowly, he brings a hand up to my neck and rubs his thumb over the fresh punctures in my skin.
My body reacts as if he’s touching my clit. I jerk in his grip, my pussy tightening, my nipples tingling with the need to be pinched.
“Oh, that’s amazing.” I squirm, needing more than the gentle touch. “It’ssensitive.”
Asher tenses around me. “How sensitive?”
“Like I might come if you keep touching it.” I clasp the back of his neck. “That means I’m giving you permission to try, by the way.”
