Page 44 of The Alpha's Sin
God, she tastes incredible—rich and decadent and uniquely her. I can’t stop until I’ve cleaned her completely, until there’s nothing left but her warmth and her scent clinging to my lips.
“Logan…” she whispers, tugging weakly at my shoulders.
I lift my head and climb up beside her, gathering her in my arms. She kisses me hungrily, and I know she can taste herself on my lips. To my surprise, she doesn’t seem to mind. Instead, she makes a soft, needy sound and deepens the kiss, searching for every last drop of her sweetness.
When we finally break apart, she rests her forehead against mine.
“It feels so good when you taste me,” she murmurs. “I never knew it could feel that way.”
I brush her hair back from her damp forehead, kissing the corner of her mouth again.
“I fucking love it, baby. I’ll be happy to taste you anytime you need me to.”
She nibbles at her lower lip, her cheeks going pink.
“I only wish…” She hesitates, then whispers, “I only wish it could be you inside me instead of the, uh, dilator.”
Her words make my cock jerk painfully against the front of my boxers. The Wolf inside me howls in triumph, demanding I give her what she’s begging for. But I shake my head firmly.
“You know why we can’t,” I tell her, my voice rough.
“I know,” she sighs, and the disappointment in her tone cuts right through me.
“Settle down now,” I murmur, kissing her temple and tucking her against my chest. “We need to get some rest.”
She gives a little sigh and curls into me, her bare body warm and soft against mine. I stroke her back slowly until her breathing evens out and she drifts toward sleep.
But I don’t sleep. My cock is throbbing like it’s about to tear through my boxers, and my Wolf is pacing inside me, howling for me to knot her, to breed her, to finally make her ours.
I ignore them both.
She needs me steady, not selfish. She needs me to keep her safe and to help her through this pregnancy without crossing lines that can’t be uncrossed.
So I hold her, just glad I’ve found a way to give her relief without breaking the Unbreakable Laws. And I swear to myself—no matter how much I want her, no matter how badly I ache—I won’t break them.
Not even for her.
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POPPY
I’m so ready to go home.
It’s been a long day at the Dollar Tree— grouchy customers, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, my back aching from standing on the thin, squeaky floor mats all evening. My breasts feel heavy again, full and sore, and all I can think about is Logan’s big, warm hands and his mouth easing the ache away. The thought makes my cheeks heat even though no one’s around to see.
God, the things he does for me…the things I want him to do. I wish—oh, I wish—he could just take me, bury himself deep inside instead of using the stupid purple dilator. My body wants more every night, but that’s not something I can ever ask for.
Shaking my head, I push through the glass doors and step into the night air. It’s already dark, the lot mostly empty except for my ancient Chrysler squatting under a flickering lamp post. I barely pay it any attention—I’m looking at my phone to see if Logan texted me.
“And where do you think you’re going, girlie?”
The voice makes my blood run cold. Oh God, what’s wrong with me? I should have had my keys out already. I should be paying attention, not staring down at my phone. How many times have I heard that—that you need to alert when you’re alone at night? Always have your keys ready. Always keep your eyes up.
But it’s too late now.
I whirl around and there they are—Kyle and Leroy.
They look even worse than I remember from last time—dirty coats hanging off their bony frames, greasy hair plastered to their skulls, eyes glittering like animals in the dark. Leroy’s rat-tail braid swings as he steps closer, while Kyle, in that same filthy red cap, is grinning like this is the funniest thing in the world.
