Page 21 of The Alpha's Sin
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POPPY
“Well that was…interesting,” I say, as we ride home in Logan’s truck.
“Mmm-hmm,” is his only answer.
We’re already halfway home and it’s been silent up until now, mainly because we don’t know what to say to each other, I think.
I’m sitting in the passenger seat, clutching the bottle of lotion Dr. Elizabeth recommended. It’s pale pink and smells slightly sweet—a nice, neutral scent. But I can’t help imagining Logan’s big hands smoothing it all over my skin…rubbing all over my belly and breasts and thighs…
No—I can’t be thinking like this about my brother-in-law! I try to push the thought away, but I can’t. I keep picturing myself lying on the bed, open for him, as he rubs his warm hands all over me.
The forbidden thoughts seem to have a physical effect on me. My nipples are starting to feel tight and my pussy is aching. I press my thighs together tightly, trying to ignore the sexual discomfort.
“So what’s ‘knotting?’” I blurt out, trying to make conversation. It’s something Dr. Elizabeth mentioned several times, but I have no idea what she meant.
Logan’s face goes red and he glances in my direction.
“You really don’t know?”
I shake my head.
“No—what is it?”
He clears his throat.
“A male Were has a knot—a kind of swelling—at the base of his shaft. His cock, you know?”
“Oh…” I feel my eyes going wide with understanding. “But…Dirk didn’t have anything like that,” I protest.
He shrugs.
“He was a Beta—their knots are tiny.”
“But…an Alpha has a much bigger, uh, knot?” I ask. I remember seeing something like that last night when I saw him naked, but at the time I thought it was a trick of the shadows. Now I wish I would have taken a longer look.
He shoots me a glance.
“Yes. Quite a bit bigger.”
“Okay, so what…what does that mean?” I’m hot with embarrassment but determined to get answers. “What does it mean—knotting? Is it just when the knot, er, goes in?”
“Knotting is part of breeding,” he tells me. We’re in the driveway now and he turns to look at me as he talks. I find I’m gazing into his eyes and I can’t look away.
“And what’s entailed in breeding?” I ask. “I mean how…how does it happen?”
“Normally the female gets into breeding position—on her hands and knees with her legs spread.” His voice is a soft growl and his eyes are half-lidded. “The male is behind her—fucking her. When he gets ready to breed her, he slides all the way in and his knot swells to tie the two of them together. That way when he shoots his cum inside her, the knot keeps it from leaking out.”
“Oh,” I whisper and I still can’t break eye contact. As embarrassing as this is, I can feel my body reacting. The cab of the truck is filled with his scent—that dark fur and leather spice that makes me feel like I need to be near him.
I can’t help picturing myself on all fours on the bed with Logan behind me, rutting into me. I wonder how it would feel to have the huge cock I glimpsed last night inside me, filling me up the way Dirk never could because honestly, he was kind of small in that department. Not that I’ve had much to compare him to.
The mental image of Logan knotting me is almost too much to bear. A feeling of what I can only describe as sexual hunger sweeps over me and I have to bite back a moan.
“So how long…how long does that last? The, uh, knotting I mean,” I say, wishing my voice wouldn’t come out sounding so breathless.
Logan shrugs lazily, his broad shoulders rolling.
