Page 82 of Can't Help Growling in Love
I peer into the darkness in front of us. “How far are we from the house anyway? I have no idea how long it took you to get me.”
He puts his nose in my hair and sniffs. “Not long. Cute trick with using the other door, by the way. Very stealthy.”
“I can tell you’re laughing at me.” I reach up to toy with his ears, grinning as he shivers under my touch. “But we don’t all have supernatural hearing and tracking abilities.”
He strides into the backyard of his house, onto the lawn that looks so different from the front end of his garden. I’m about to suggest a shower and a snack, but Asher stops dead some ten feet from the bay window and turns slowly toward the east.
And there, rising above the treetops, is the yellow moon, perfectly round, like a golden coin hung up by the gods.
His grip on me tightens, and a low growl starts in his chest, a rumbling that vibrates through my entire body with how close he’s holding me.
“Asher?”
I touch his cheek, and he wrenches his gaze away from the moon to stare down at me, his eyes golden and bright.
“Tell me what you need.”
He releases a shuddering breath. “You. Only you.”
Chapter
Thirty
ASHER
June sleeps on top of me, my hard dick still buried in her pussy. I’ve covered us both to keep her warm after she passed out. We’ve been like this for an hour, and I have zero intention to move. Ever.
Slowly, I turn my head to the side, then reach for June’s phone on the nightstand. Mine is too far away, and I don’t want to wake her, not after keeping her awake all night.
But the sliver of sky visible through the curtains is no longer pitch-black but lightening to a soft gray, so dawn must be close.
Seven forty-three. The moon set some twenty minutes ago, and I felt its compulsion fade the moment it dipped below the horizon. Now the exhaustion is setting in. I should slip out of June’s warm pussy, make sure she’s comfortable, and crash for a few hours.
But I can’t, because watching over her as she rests is another unexpected perk of having a mate.
I didn’t know we’d experience the connection between us so strongly. I can’t believe June feels it, too.
As painful as it is to admit it to myself, I was certain that my obsession with her far outstripped her affection for me. But if she has recognized the bond for what it is, she must be just as mad for me as I am for her.
The knowledge that she loves me grows inside me, a glowing bubble expanding through my entire body. I grin at the ceiling, wishing I could fist-pump or howl or maybe do a victory dance because this feeling right here? It’s the best damn thing I’ve ever experienced.
My mate loves me. I’m completely fucking gone for her, and she loves me.
“Mmh.”
June mumbles, then moves on top of me, her hair brushing my chest. I shifted back to my human form as soon as the moon set, so my skin erupts into goose bumps at the tickling sensation.
I run my palms over June’s naked back under the covers, trying to soothe her into sleep. She needs the rest after tonight—we barely stopped fucking, and the entire thing took a toll on her body.
But instead of resting, June lets out a low moan, and her pussy tightens around my shaft.
Fuck.
“Baby, wake up.” I kiss her cheek, her skin warm and soft. “You can’t…oh, fuck.”
I grit my teeth, throwing my head back to keep from thrusting into her. She’s asleep, godsdamnit, and even if she passed out like that, it doesn’t give me the right to?—
Her hips roll downward, taking more of my length. I’m on the cusp of shifting again, and I don’t know if that would hurt her, so I grasp her ass to keep her steady.
