Page 32 of The Alpha's Sin
I try to push the thought away but I can’t—even though I’m coming I want more. I want to be filled.
Logan groans against my neck, grinding harder, but he holds himself back from coming. His shaft throbs against my slick folds, pulsing with need but though he’s given me a release, he’s denied himself one.
I collapse under him, trembling, boneless, every inch of me marked with his scent. I can smell him on me—I love it.
With a low sound, he rolls off me, lying on his back beside me. His chest is working like a bellows, heaving for breath. It’s clear that he needs what he gave me—he needs to come.
And then, through the haze of pleasure, a strange new craving hits me. I look down to where his cock is still so hard—the underside of it shiny with my juices. I focus on the fat drop of precum beading at the slit in the center of the broad, mushroom-shaped head. Why do I suddenly want to taste it? To taste him?
“Logan…” My voice is soft, uncertain. “Can I…help you? The way you helped me?”
His jaw tightens.
“I shouldn’t let you, sweetheart.”
“Please?” The craving has deepened—become urgent. I don’t know why I want what I want, I only know I want it—desperately. I need to taste him.
But his cock is rigid—aching with need, his breath harsh, his eyes burning with hunger.
“Please?” I beg again.
He gives a short, jerky nod.
“I shouldn’t let you, but I can’t fucking help myself. Okay.”
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POPPY
I can’t stop myself from touching him. It’s like a craving, a hunger that burns hotter than anything I’ve ever felt. My hand wraps around Logan’s shaft and I nearly gasp at how hot he feels—like steel wrapped in velvet. Hard and unyielding under the silkiest, smoothest skin.
Dirk never let me do this. Never gave me time to explore him. He just rolled on top of me, pumped a few times, and rolled off. Foreplay wasn’t in his vocabulary. But this? Stroking Logan’s cock in my hand, marveling at the heat and weight of him? This feels different. It’s special—right. Even though a guilty part of me whispers that it’s wrong.
His scent is stronger here, too—dark, masculine spice…warm fur and leather. It fills my nose, my head…it makes me dizzy with need. Dr. Elizabeth said I’d need an Alpha’s touch, and God, she was right. I’m starving for it.
Curiosity pulls me lower. I run my fingertips down to the thick swelling at the base of his cock—the knot. It’s firm and ridged. My breath catches as I circle it lightly. Logan growls low in his throat, his whole body jerking.
“Careful, sweetheart,” he rasps, his big hand tightening on the sheets. “That’s a sensitive area.”
“Oh!” I draw back instantly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean?—”
“It’s okay.” His voice is strained but gentle, his eyes heavy-lidded with need. “You can go on. Just…slowly.”
I nod, emboldened, and slide my hand lower to cup his balls. They’re heavy, hot…full of his seed. His hips jump again and he groans.
“Fuck, kitten—your little hands are so soft on me!”
The sound of his deep voice makes me ache.
And then, on pure impulse, I lean down and lick.
That bead of clear precum still glistens at the slit of his cock, and I swipe my tongue across it. The taste bursts on my tongue—salty and sweet, like caramel with a hint of the sea. Odd, but perfect. I moan softly and lap at him again, needing more.
“Poppy…” Logan’s voice is hoarse, his hand sliding into my hair. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
I look up at him, licking my lips, tasting him still.
“I want to,” I whisper. “I need to…if that makes any sense.”
