Page 49 of The Alpha's Sin
“No. Not that. I need you. Not your mouth, not your hands, not the toys…I need you inside me, filling me up, Logan. Please, I know it’s against the Law but I don’t care anymore—I need to be close to you. Especially tonight, after what happened.”
Her words are like fire in my veins. My cock throbs with instant, brutal need, and my Wolf surges forward, howling his approval. She’s asking us to claim her—to give her everything.
I swallow hard, torn between duty and desire, between the Unbreakable Laws and the woman trembling in my arms.
God, what am I going to do?
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I can see the war in Logan’s eyes. His hands are steady on me, rubbing my back, but his whole body feels like a coiled spring. Half of him wants to give me what I’m begging for, but the other half is shackled by the weight of the Unbreakable Laws, drilled into him since childhood.
For a long moment, he just holds me, his jaw tight, his breathing rough. Then at last he rumbles,
“I can’t knot you, baby…but I can fill you. I’ll fuck you nice and deep—I’ll even come inside you. But I can’t give you my knot.”
A stab of disappointment makes my chest ache—I want the knot, God, how I want it—but I see how hard this is for him already. And I love him too much to push. This is more than I ever dreamed he’d allow himself to give me.
It will have to be enough.
“I understand,” I whisper. “I just need you, Logan. I need to feel you inside me.”
He starts to rise, as though to take me to his bedroom, but I grip his arm.
“No, not there,” I shake my head quickly. “I can’t wait. I want you here…now.”
His pale eyes flare with heat, but he nods once. I’m already tugging off my clothes, my fingers clumsy with desperation. The fire in the hearth behind us paints my bare back with its warmth. Of course, Logan is already naked—he shredded his clothes when he Shifted into his Wolf to protect me. He remains sitting on the couch, utterly bare, his muscular torso painted golden by the firelight.
I’m nervous but determined as I climb onto his lap, straddling his massive thighs. My breasts feel swollen, heavy, but right now that’s nothing compared to the empty ache between my legs. I’m so wet I can feel myself trembling with need as I reach between us.
His shaft is hot and thick in my palm. The skin is velvety soft, stretched tight over iron hardness. I guide him to my entrance, biting my lip as I press the broad head against me.
Logan’s big hands close gently on my hips.
“Easy, baby,” he growls, his voice rough as gravel. “Don’t go too fast. I’m bigger than that little toy we’ve been using.”
“I know,” I breathe. “That’s why I need you. I need to feel full. I need you to stretch me, Logan—to fill me up.”
His jaw flexes, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust. Then he nods.
“Okay, kitten. Take what you need.”
And I do.
Slowly, with a moan, I sink down onto him. I can feel my inner walls stretching as my body gives around his thickness, opening for him. The burning ache of being filled is matched only by the bliss I feel as he enters me. Inch by thick inch, he slides into me, claiming every part of my pussy until—at last—I feel him bottom out inside me.
“Oh God…” My breath shudders out of me. He’s so deep—so big. I can feel the broad swell of his knot resting at my opening, tantalizing me, promising more.
For a moment, I try to press down, to take that too—but Logan growls and grips my hips tight.
“Can’t give you the knot, kitten,” he says, and there’s real regret in his voice. “I’m sorry.”
“I know. I’m sorry too,” I say.
I shift restlessly, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him. He’s thicker than anything I’ve ever taken before…but I’m so wet, so desperate, my body welcomes every inch. I look down into his eyes.
“Logan, I need you to fuck me now.”
