Page 23 of The Alpha's Sin
She accepts my invitation at once, as though she was waiting for it. Sliding across the couch, she snuggles up against me like a soft little kitten. I put my arm around her and draw her close. Dropping my face to the top of her head, I breath in her warm, sweet fragrance. God, she still smells so hot and her breasts—which seem bigger—are pressed against my side. I can feel myself getting hard and try not to.
“Mmm,” she sighs happily and presses her face to the side of my chest. She inhales deeply and I know she’s breathing me in the same way I’m breathing her in. It’s a dangerous game—most breeding starts with scenting, which is exactly what we’re doing. But somehow I can’t stop—she smells so good and feels so right in my arms. Inside me, my Wolf howls in approval. He seems to think that I’ll be breeding her in no time.
But I can’t do that, I remind myself. I can just hold her and keep her warm. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Right?
We snuggle like that for a while until at last, Poppy shifts against me.
“Logan?” she says, making my name a question.
“Hmm? What is it, kitten?” I look down at her.
“Can you…do you think…” She seems to be struggling with what to say.
“Do I think what?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Do you think Dr. Elizabeth was right about me needing an…an Alpha’s touch?” she asks in a rush. Then her cheeks go pink with embarrassment. “I mean, not that I’m asking you to touch me or anything. I just thought?—”
“She did recommend that I give you a massage every night,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a growl. God, my cock is so hard it aches but I can’t pay attention to it right now. My focus is all on Poppy.
“Yes, she did,” she breathes, looking up at me. “Is that…is that something you’d be, uh, willing to do?”
I feel like my whole body is hard for her. Willing to do? Fuck—I’d fucking love to do it.
“Yeah, baby. I’d love to do that for you,” I tell her, trying to keep the sexual need out of my voice and not quite succeeding. “I’d love to massage your beautiful body. Just to make you feel better, of course.”
“I mean…we really should follow the doctor’s orders, right?” she asks me and I can smell how hot she’s getting. Fuck, she smells like sex and flowers.
“Exactly,” I agree. “We want you to have a healthy pregnancy, after all.” I stroke a strand of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. “Why don’t you get into something with a little less coverage and go into my bedroom. I’ll be in to massage you in a minute, kitten.”
“All right.” She looks at me shyly. “I like it when you call me that. Kitten, I mean. And sweetheart.”
God, I want to kiss her so badly!
“Sweet names for a sweet girl,” I murmur. I lean down and give her a gentle kiss on the mouth. I won’t let myself do more than that, even though I’m aching to. I straighten up. “Now go get ready for your massage.”
“All right.” She disentangles herself from me and gets off the couch. As she heads to the bedroom, I give myself a stern talking-to about not taking advantage of my pregnant sister-in-law.
I’m going to have to be very careful here to keep from breaking the Unbreakable Laws.
16
POPPY
I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m lying in the middle of Logan’s king-sized bed wearing nothing but my bra and underwear.
It’s the nicest set I own—a matching set trimmed in white lace that makes my skin look creamy. I bought it for my honeymoon, but didn’t end up wearing it for some reason. Honestly, I never wore much of anything with Dirk—he didn’t like the distraction of having to take things off of me. In fact, sex with him was always a pretty quick affair. He’d roll on, pump a few times, and roll off again. Wham-bam-thank you, Ma’am.
But we’re not having sex tonight, I remind myself. Logan is just going to massage me, like Dr. Elizabeth said he should. We’re following her orders so I can have a happy, healthy pregnancy—that’s all.
Still, I can’t help being filled with a mixture of trepidation and desire as I wait for him in the middle of the vast bed. My white bra and panties show up nicely against his dark blue duvet, I can’t help thinking.
I should be cold—I was shivering earlier. But actually, I’m hot again. It’s like the blood in my veins has risen in temperature and its making my whole body warm from the inside out.
At last, Logan comes into the room. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt as usual, but he takes the t-shirt off before he gets on the bed with me. Then he looks down at me, his hands resting on his knees.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His deep voice is hoarse. “I think you’re glowing, sweetheart.”
