Page 70 of The Alpha's Sin
He helps me strip off my clothes and eases me down onto my hands and knees. My breasts hang heavy, my nipples aching, my pussy burning with emptiness. My body screams for him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, kneeling behind me, his heat pressing close. “Going to take care of you now. Going to give you my knot.”
I moan and spread wider, shameless, because it’s all I’ve wanted—him inside me, claiming me, filling me until I can’t think anymore.
For the first time, I’m not afraid of breaking the Unbreakable Laws. For the first time, I just want to be his.
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LOGAN
I shouldn’t be doing this. Every lesson I’ve had drilled into me since I was old enough to Shift screams at me that this is wrong. That the Unbreakable Laws exist for a reason. That taking Poppy—my brother’s wife—like this is something I’ll never be able to come back from.
But then I look at her.
She’s trembling, her inner thighs slick with need, her pussy swollen and glistening, her scent so hot it scorches my nose and makes my Wolf half-crazy. She’s nearly crying with it, her voice a broken plea.
“Logan, please…please!”
God, she’s fucking killing me.
I run a soothing hand down her trembling spine, trying to keep control.
“Easy, sweetheart. Going to give you everything you need. Just take it easy.”
But my voice sounds hoarse even to me. I’m strung so tight I feel like I might snap.
I fit the head of my cock against her slick entrance, and the moment I push forward, she shudders and moans, swallowing me whole. The heat of her body grips me like a fist and I nearly lose it right there.
“Fuck, kitten,” I growl, sinking deeper. “You’re so tight. So hungry for me.”
She presses back, greedy for every inch, and then I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
“Yes, oh God, yes!” she moans.
My hips start moving of their own accord, pulling halfway out then pounding into her hard, because she doesn’t need gentle right now—she needs me to fuck her deep.
Poppy meets me stroke for stroke, her breasts swaying, milk dripping down in little white rivulets. Her body is so ripe and full…she’s the most primal, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her scent grows stronger with every thrust, spurring me on, demanding more. I grip her hips hard, driving deep, claiming her in the way I’ve been denying both of us for far too long. She moans and cries for me—my name on her lips sounds like a prayer. God, I love this woman so fucking much!
But I know what she really needs. What her body is begging for.
My knot.
The thought makes my pulse thunder. I swore I wouldn’t go that far. Swore I’d keep that one barrier between us so I could keep pretending we weren’t breaking every rule that’s ever bound our people.
But looking down at her, moaning and needy, backing to meet my every thrust, I know I can’t hold back anymore.
“Get ready, kitten,” I rasp, my voice breaking. “Open your pussy for me. I’m going to give you my knot.”
Her answering moan is desperate, wild. She pushes back, spreading wider to take me.
And then it happens. I feel the thickness at the base of my shaft slide past her entrance, forcing her open, anchoring us together. My knot locks tight, swelling to fill her completely, and the world goes white-hot around us.
I roar as I spill inside her, pulse after pulse of my seed pumping deep, filling her to the brim. She cries out too, her pussy clenching hard around me, milking me for every drop, her voice breaking on my name.
“Logan…Logan!”
