Page 33 of The Alpha's Sin
His pale eyes blaze down at me. He swears under his breath, then strokes my hair.
“God, kitten. Okay. Go on, then.”
So I do. I wrap my lips around him and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. He’s huge, stretching my lips, filling my mouth with the taste of him. I moan around him and the vibrations make him groan.
My hand joins in, stroking the thick base that my mouth can’t reach. Even then, I can’t get all the way around him—he’s too big, too thick. I lick up and down his shaft, savoring the salty-sweet taste, then flick my tongue over his knot, curious.
Logan shudders violently.
“Fuck, Poppy…that’s—oh, God.”
I grin and do it again, licking and teasing, before taking him back in my mouth. At the same time, my hands are working—stroking and squeezing, while my tongue swirls.
Logan’s panting now, his hips jerking despite his efforts to hold still.
“Sweetheart, I’m close,” he warns, voice ragged. “You’d better—pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth. I mean it, Poppy—pull off now.”
But I don’t want to pull off.
Instead, I sink lower, taking him deeper, gagging a little but refusing to stop. My throat opens, taking as much of him as I can. I want all of him.
Logan’s big hand fists in my hair but he doesn’t push me away. With a guttural growl, he comes undone. His whole big body goes tight as his cock pulses against my tongue and then he’s spilling into my mouth—hot, thick, salty-sweet spurts flooding my throat with his cream.
I swallow eagerly, drinking him down. God, it’s delicious—so different from anything I’ve ever had before. Dirk’s seed was bitter, unpleasant—something I forced myself to take.
But with Logan, it’s different. It’s like my body was made to crave his seed. I can’t get enough!
I suck him through the aftershocks, moaning softly, swallowing every drop until he finally pulls me up, breathless and trembling.
His pale eyes are stunned, almost wild, like he can’t believe what I’ve just done.
And honestly, neither can I.
“God, kitten. That was…fuck,” is all he can get out.
I lick my lips demurely.
“Thank you for letting me taste you,” I say shyly. But even though his salty-sweet flavor is still rich on my tongue, I’m already craving more.
21
LOGAN
I can’t believe she did that.
I can’t believe my sweet little kitten just took me into her mouth, licked me like she was starving for it, and swallowed every last drop of my seed like it was her favorite dessert. It felt…fuck, it felt incredible. Her lips stretched around me, her soft little tongue teasing the slit, her throat opening to take more of me than I thought possible.
But along with the rush of pleasure comes the crash of guilt.
I’m getting damn close to breaking the Unbreakable Laws. Teetering on the edge, looking straight into the abyss. Still, I try to soothe myself—remind myself we haven’t crossed the line. I haven’t knotted her. I haven’t bred her. By the letter of the law, we’re still safe.
Barely.
I tug her up to me, unable to resist the urge to taste myself on her lips. I claim her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. She gasps against me, then kisses me back, the flavor of my release still hot between us.
When I finally lift my head, she’s blushing furiously, shame flickering in her eyes.
“I don’t know why I wanted to do that so badly,” she whispers, voice trembling. “I just felt like…I was craving your…your seed.”
