Page 16 of The Alpha's Sin
“Mumm, you’re so big and warm,” I murmur, pulling back at last. One large, golden eye regards me. “I like you,” I tell him, stroking him some more. “I mean, it’s hard to believe you’re real and this isn’t just a dream, but I really like you.”
He snorts softly and a long pink tongue slips out and swipes my cheek. I laugh and stroke his ruff.
“Okay, I guess you like me too.”
I’d be happy to spend all night stroking him and hugging him—he’s like an enormous stuffed animal come to life—but then I remember that Logan said he wouldn’t stay in his Wolf form for long and that we would talk afterwards.
“I guess I should let you go so Logan can come back,” I say to the Wolf.
He snorts and shakes his head and I laugh again.
“All right—a few more minutes. Lay down and let’s cuddle.”
He seems to understand me perfectly because he lays down on the grass at once. I sit beside him and he puts his huge, furry head in my lap. I stroke him gently, running my fingers through his fur and scratching around the bases of his pointed ears, which he seems to really enjoy. His golden eyes close to slits and he breathes out a sigh of pure ecstasy.
I can’t help thinking that the most surprising thing about this whole encounter isn’t that my brother-in-law can turn into an enormous gray Wolf—it’s how much I like his Wolf. He’s so warm and he smells so good. Despite his enormous size he’s incredibly gentle—I feel safe with him, just like I feel safe with Logan.
I wonder if Dirk had a Wolf inside him, too? For that matter, do I have a Wolf inside? I don’t think I do but Logan and the Doctor both seem to think I’m at least half Were. Maybe that’s what my father was—a Werewolf. My mom would never tell me much about him—just that their relationship didn’t last and he left before I was born.
At last the cold, hard ground is making me uncomfortable. I glance at my watch and realize we’ve been cuddling for almost an hour! Wow—I never meant to let it go on so long. I just feel so drawn to the huge, furry animal with his head in my lap. But we can’t sit like this all night. Despite the coat I’m wearing and the warmth of the Wolf’s fur, my face is getting cold from the wind and my butt is almost completely numb.
“I hate to do this, but I think we should let Logan come back,” I say, looking down at the Wolf as I stroke his head.
His golden eyes look sad and he whines softly. But he seems to agree that we’ve had enough time together—for now.
“I’ll see you again,” I promise him. Leaning down, I place a kiss on the top of his head. “I promise I will. Anytime you come out, I’ll cuddle with you.”
The Wolf and I both get to our feet. He nudges me gently once more and rubs his cheek against my belly. I wonder if he knows I’m pregnant—I wonder if he can smell it or sense it somehow.
Then he takes a few steps back from me and starts to change again, only backwards. I watch as the fur flows inward and his limbs and joints and muscles all rearrange themselves. It seems to go faster this time—so fast I can barely catch all the details before the Wolf disappears completely.
In his place Logan is suddenly standing there, completely nude.
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“Sorry,” Logan says gruffly. “I’m afraid my boxers didn’t make it. Any clothing I have on gets ripped to shreds during a Shift.”
I’m trying not to look but my eyes flick down anyway. Oh my God, he’s hard! And really, really big.
I jerk my eyes away quickly. I should not be looking there. What is wrong with me? My cheeks go hot with a blush, but Logan doesn’t seem to notice.
He walks back to the porch and I trail behind him, trying really hard not to look at his firm ass and broad shoulders. Somehow he looks even bigger naked, but I should not be noticing that, I tell myself sternly. He’s my brother-in-law and besides, I’m pregnant! Aren’t pregnant women supposed to lose their sex drive? If that’s true, though, why is mine in overdrive right now?
Logan pulls on his jeans but doesn’t bother with the t-shirt. He carries it inside and I go with him, back into the warmth of the house.
“Come on,” he says to me. “Let’s talk.” And leads the way into the living room where a fire is crackling in the fireplace, just like it was the very first day I came to him. God, was that only two weeks ago? It seems like so much longer.
We sit together on the couch, side-by-side but not looking at each other. I don’t know why I feel so awkward now. Maybe because I saw him naked?
“Um…I really like your Wolf,” I say, trying to break the ice.
“Yeah…” Logan rakes a hand through his hair. “He likes you too. A lot.”
He doesn’t sound very happy about it—I wonder why.
“Er…will I turn into a Wolf like that too?” I ask. “Since I’m, uh, half Were?”
