Page 35 of The Alpha's Sin
Not just his touch or his warmth. His seed.
I’m too embarrassed to say it out loud, but I feel hungry for it in a way that doesn’t make sense. After the first time he let me take him in my mouth, I couldn’t stop thinking about the taste—the salty-sweet rush that filled my mouth and slid down my throat. My body remembers. My body aches for it.
I know I shouldn’t. It’s shameful to want it this much. But sometimes the need gets so strong I can’t keep my mouth shut.
Like the other night, I had just finished rubbing against him—my skin slick with his scent, my body humming with release—when I blurted it out,
“Logan, could I…could I do it again? Please?”
“Do what, kitten?” he growled softly.
I bit my lip, almost too embarrassed to say.
“Suck you,” I whispered, my voice coming out small. “I want…I need to suck you again.”
His pale eyes were suddenly half-lidded but he shook his head. “Poppy, sweetheart, we’d better not. We’re getting too close to breaking the Laws.”
My cheeks burned—the shame was instant and sharp. What kind of woman begs her own brother-in-law for that? Begs to suck his thick cock and feel him shooting down her throat?
“Okay,” I murmured. “I’m sorry. I…I shouldn’t have asked.”
I started to pull away, but Logan caught my cheek in one big, gentle hand, his thumb brushing softly against my hot skin.
“Hey,” he murmured, eyes searching mine. “You really need it, don’t you?”
I nodded miserably.
“I don’t know why, but I do. I…I need to taste your cream again. I’m sorry.”
His expression softened. He stroked my hair, his touch so tender it almost broke me.
“Then you can have it, baby. You can have anything you need from me.” His voice dropped low and rough. “Except if what you need is for me to knot you and breed you. That, we can’t do. But anything else…anything at all, I’ll give you.”
And then I had him in my mouth again, tasting him, drinking him down like I’d been dying of thirst as he spurted against my tongue.
Now, lying in his bed with his arm around me and my head pillowed on his broad chest, I can still taste him. I can still feel the way his cock pulsed against my tongue as I swallowed everything he gave me.
And I still want more.
The craving hasn’t gone away—it’s getting worse. I wonder if I should call Dr. Elizabeth and ask if this is normal. But how could I possibly explain it without dying of embarrassment?
Hello, Doctor, I can’t stop craving my brother-in-law’s seed. Is that part of a healthy Were pregnancy?
Yeah, right. I don’t think so. I can’t do that.
But something is definitely changing in me. I’ve been hornier these past few days than I’ve ever been in my entire life. My skin feels hot all the time, like I’m walking around with a fever. And my breasts…God, my breasts are so tender. My nipples feel like they’re permanently hard, every brush of fabric against them making me shiver with need.
What’s wrong with me?
Or maybe…maybe it’s not wrong at all. Maybe this is just what it means to carry a Were pup.
23
LOGAN
I can’t help noticing the changes in Poppy.
Her scent’s different—sweeter, hotter, more insistent—and it drives my Wolf and me half-wild every damn day…and even more so at night. She’s softer too and her skin is brighter, glowing in a way I swear only I can see. And then there’s the way she looks at me sometimes, with those big, gorgeous eyes full of trust…and hunger.
