Page 81 of Can't Help Growling in Love
He lets out a low laugh. “Does it? Here I thought we were going to be good and wait for my knot to release.”
I deliberately squeeze my inner muscles around him.
“Oh, is that how you want to play it?” He brushes my hair to the side, then moves the torn collar of the sweatshirt aside to give himself better access. “You shouldn’t tease me, June. You don’t know how much I want to just keep you here, locked on my knot. All night. I’d fuck you so full of my cum. Make you come over and over.”
This time, the tightening of my body has nothing to do with teasing. Asher’s words wind me up like nothing else, and I cry out as he finally licks the fresh bite on my shoulder.
“Yes, yes!”
I try to roll my hips, but the movement has his knot pulsing on my G-spot. I cry out. Another climax looms, stronger and more powerful than before.
“Give me one more,” he rasps. He licks the bite again, his tongue following the string of small cuts in my skin. “I can feel you. You’re so close, baby. Come for me, and I’ll—fuck!”
I shatter, trembling, my mouth opening in a silent scream. I scrunch my eyes shut. The sensations this time feel darker, as if this orgasm is building up to something bigger, stronger, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same after I experience it.
Asher comes right after me, pumping me full of his cum. Despite the knot, some of our combined wetness slips from between our bodies, wetting my inner thighs.
He sniffs the air, then reaches between us to dip his fingers in the wetness. “I want to lick you clean.”
I let out a hoarse laugh, sagging in his arms. “You’ll have to release me first.”
At that, he stills, and his breathing quickens. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” I turn my head to look at him, but he’s barely a shadow behind me, hidden by the darkness.
“I can’t let you go.”
His words are rough, a raw confession that seems to have cost him dearly. I play over my words in my head. My demand to be released must have tripped some switch in his brain, and the full moon’s power is taking over again,
“Oh, baby, no.” I struggle to reach for him, but with how we’re stuck together, I can’t hug him properly. “Asher, I’m not going anywhere, okay? But I’d like to get off your knot so we can return to the house.”
He sucks in a deep inhale, then lets it go, his warm breath feathering over our mating bite. “Okay, yeah. Sorry.”
I pat the back of the hand that’s pressed to my sternum, supporting me. “Don’t say that. I loved everything about this experience so far.”
Slowly, he relaxes again, his heartbeat evening out. I keep very still for long minutes. I let myself simply enjoy Asher’s closeness, the feel of his powerful body bracketing mine.
Finally, he moves us so I’m on all fours again and pulls back. “I think it’s…yeah, here we go.”
I gasp as he releases from me, his knot slipping past the entrance of my pussy, and with it, a warm drip of cum. “Oh, shit.”
I cast around for anything I could use to wipe myself, but we’re in the middle of the forest, so my options are limited.
Then Asher puts his hand on my shoulder. “Stay still.”
With one quick tug, he rips the sleeve of the sweatshirt clean off, slips it down my arm, and hands it to me.
In the darkness, I raise my eyebrows at him.
His eyesight must be better than mine, though, because he only chuckles. “I’d already ruined it.”
Shrugging, I swipe the sleeve between my legs to wipe the worst of our mess away, then wrap the fabric in a roll and tuck it under my arm. “I’m not leaving this here. That’s littering.”
Asher laughs, a deep, happy chuckle. “See, I knew you were the one for me.”
I stand but wobble on my feet, dizzy from crouching for so long. “Whoa.”
Before I can ask for support, he swings me up in his arms. “I’ve got you. Come on. Let’s get back inside.”
