Page 41 of The Alpha's Sin
My cock is aching, straining against my jeans. Every nerve in my body is screaming to service her, to fill her the way an Alpha should fill his mate. My Wolf howls inside me, clawing at the walls of my chest. She’s empty. Fill her. Knot her. Breed her. Make her ours.
But I can’t.
I can’t.
I pull back just enough to look up at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes hazy with need. Her scent is flooding the room, a heady perfume of Heat and hunger.
“What’s going on, kitten?” My voice comes out rough, almost a growl. “Are you feeling hot?”
Her blush deepens. She bites her lip, then whispers, “I feel…empty inside. Like I need something, Logan. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
God. My chest aches at the honesty in her voice. She trusts me enough to confess her need, even though she’s ashamed of it.
And I don’t know what to do. I can’t knot her. I can’t break the Unbreakable Laws. But I can’t just sit here and watch her suffer either—not when every instinct I have is screaming at me to make her feel better.
That’s when my gaze falls on the box sitting beside her on the couch. The one Dr. Elizabeth gave her—the dilators.
Suddenly I see a way to help her.
I pick up the box, my decision made. Then I rise to my feet and take Poppy gently by the hand.
She looks up at me with wide eyes.
Logan? Where are we going?”
I tug her up from the couch, steadying her against my chest.
“To the bedroom, baby,” I tell her, my voice low and firm. “We’re going to make you feel better.”
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I’m blushing so hard I feel like my cheeks are on fire, but I can’t stop myself from lying back on Logan’s bed while he opens the box Dr. Elizabeth gave me. My heart is hammering. I know what’s inside, and I know what he’s going to do with it.
He undresses me slowly, gently, as though I’m made of glass. My blouse, my jeans, my underwear—piece by piece until I’m naked under his careful hands. I should be mortified, but instead I feel…hungry. Needful. My nipples are tight and tingling, my inner thighs slick with my juices.
Logan strips out of his clothes too, but when I glance at him, I notice he leaves his boxers on. It’s like he doesn’t trust himself to go any further, even though the heavy bulge stretching the fabric tells me how badly he wants me.
He lays me down on my back in the center of his wide bed, then stretches out beside me on his side, propped up on one elbow. He looks so big, so careful, so dangerous and protective all at once.
“Look here, kitten,” he murmurs, flipping the box open. A neat row of cylindrical plastic shapes gleam under the low light. My stomach flutters nervously.
He runs a hand down my belly, over my hip, while his other hand hovers over the contents of the box.
“I think we can skip the smaller ones,” he says, his voice deep and matter-of-fact, though his eyes are burning. Then softer, “Tell me which one you want, sweetheart.”
God, how am I supposed to choose? They’re all so strange—lined up from tiny to huge, like some kind of ladder leading me right to him. My face burns hotter. My finger trembles as I point to the purple one. It’s a little smaller than he is…but still way bigger than anything I’ve ever had inside me. My body clenches with need just thinking about it.
Logan nods once, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. He takes it out of the box, holds it up between us. “All right,” he growls softly. “Now spread your legs like a good girl for me, kitten. Gonna make you feel good tonight—gonna fill up that sweet little pussy.”
His dirty words make me shiver…make me wetter than I already was. With a breathless moan, I obey. My thighs fall open, wide and shameless, and I ache for him.
Even if it isn’t his cock sliding into me, I still want him to fill me.
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