Page 22 of The Alpha's Sin
“Could be a long time—over an hour. It lets the male come over and over, bathing her womb with his seed. It usually gives the female multiple orgasms, too,” he adds.
I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something soon.
“Oh, that’s…that’s nice,” I say. “I mean, thank you for explaining. Dirk, he never…I mean, I don’t think he ever, uh, did that to me.”
“He couldn’t knot you if he didn’t have much of a knot,” Logan says. “And you might have had sex, but it’s not breeding unless the knot’s involved.”
“I see.” I’m nearly panting and I’m afraid if I don’t get out of the truck soon—away from his incredible scent—I’m going to lose it and kiss him. And I know I can’t do that—it wrong—all kinds of wrong to start having feelings for my brother-in-law.
Logan seems to think the same thing.
“Well—we’d better get inside,” he remarks. He opens his door, which lets in a cold rush of Autumn wind. The crisp smell of dried leaves swirls around me, freeing me of the spell I was under a moment ago.
“Yes, we should,” I agree, opening my own door.
“Don’t try to get down on your own,” Logan cautions. He comes around to lift me down. But when my feet touch the pavement, his eyes linger on my face and his hands linger on my waist.
I look up at him, wondering if we’re going to kiss again. I can still remember the taste of his mouth…how hungry I felt for him—I’m still hungry if I’m being honest. He’s looking at my mouth and my heart is pounding. We can’t do this…we can’t do this…
Are we about to do this?
No, because Logan pulls away.
“Let’s get inside—it’s cold out here,” he says, his deep voice coming out hoarse.
“Yeah—freezing,” I agree, though to be honest, I’m burning up. I don’t know why I’m so hot—it’s almost like I have a fever. I unzip the coat I’m wearing and open it, hoping the cold wind will cool me down. It only helps a little.
I wonder if I really am going into Heat, like Dr. Elizabeth predicted I might. I hope not because Logan can’t really help me the way she recommended. It would be wrong—beyond wrong—to let my brother-in-law knot me and breed me.
Right?
Of course it would be wrong, I lecture myself. But maybe…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let him massage me. I’m still clutching the bottle of special lotion Dr. Elizabeth gave me. She told me I would need an Alpha’s Touch, right? So really, we’d just be following doctor’s orders.
I’m too shy to broach the subject with Logan right now but I still feel hot and bothered all over.
It’s definitely something to think about.
15
LOGAN
Dinner is awkward. We’re both talking and laughing—trying not to say anything about what we learned at the doctor’s appointment that day. Poppy decides she’s craving subs so I run out and get some and we sit in front of the TV in the den, eating them and watching a movie. It’s a Rom-Com she picked out but honestly, I can’t pay any attention to it. I’m too busy looking at her from the corner of my eye. God, why does she have to be so fucking beautiful?
I wish I could help her the way Dr. Elizabeth recommended. I wish I could give her what her scent tells me she needs. Because there’s no doubt about it—ever since our conversation in my truck, Poppy is smelling hotter and much more sexually needy. I wouldn’t say she smells like a female in Heat—not yet. But she’s definitely getting there.
My Wolf is restless inside me. He wants to know why we haven’t bred her and claimed her yet. It’s useless to try to explain to him that we can’t break the Unbreakable Laws. He’s an animal—he doesn’t give a fuck for laws. He just knows what he wants—what we both want—and that’s Poppy.
But we’re not even sitting near each other. We’re at opposite ends of the couch, staring at the TV screen and sneaking glances at each other like guilty teenagers. This is fucking ridiculous!
Then I see Poppy shivering. She puts her arms around herself and pulls the thin sweater-jacket closed. I frown—we need to get her some new clothes. She needs winter clothes to keep warm and she needs maternity clothes for when she starts showing. According to Dr. Elizabeth, she’s still in the first trimester but she’ll be getting bigger and her belly will be getting rounder before we know it.
“You cold, sweetheart?” I ask her when she shivers again.
She nods.
“Yeah—it’s just a little chilly but I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t have to sit there and freeze, you know.” I put out an arm to her. “Not if you don’t want to.”
