Page 71 of The Alpha's Sin
She takes everything I have to give and more. And the only thought in my head as we’re tied together, bodies trembling, is that this is how it was always meant to be.
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POPPY
I can’t believe it’s finally happening.
Logan’s knot swells inside me, locking us together, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. The sensation tears a cry from my throat—raw, desperate…ecstatic. My whole body is shuddering, my pussy clenching around him like I’m trying to milk him, begging for more, more, more.
“Logan!” I sob his name as pleasure rips through me, stronger than anything I’ve ever felt. This orgasm is an earthquake that makes every other one I’ve ever had feel like a minor tremble.
And then I hear his voice, low and rough, praising me.
“That’s it, kitten. Such a good girl—so open and wet and perfect for me. Such a good girl, taking my knot so deep in your sweet little pussy!”
His big hands grip my hips, holding me still as his cock throbs inside me, filling me with hot, thick ropes of his cum. The heat spreads deep, warming me from the inside out—it’s exactly what my body’s been crying out for. My belly feels full, my womb aching with bliss as he keeps pumping into me, giving me everything.
The praise, the fullness, the steady pressure of his knot—it’s too much. I feel myself reaching the edge again, my orgasm cresting so high I nearly black out. My nails scrape uselessly at the sheets, my breasts swaying as my body bucks against his, milking every last drop of his seed into my hungry pussy.
“Logan—oh God—Logan!” I can’t stop moaning his name.
The room spins, bright pinpricks dancing in my vision. My body is still convulsing, still clenching desperately around his knot, even as the pleasure drains me.
And then I collapse forward onto the bed, boneless, dizzy, trembling. The last thing I’m aware of is Logan’s weight anchoring me, his knot still holding us together, and the low rumble of his voice calling me his good girl.
He pulls me to his chest and cuddles me and I feel a delicious warmth spreading through my whole body.
I’ve never felt so full…so wanted.
So completely his.
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LOGAN
I should feel more guilty for what I did.
Killing my own brother. Ripping his throat out like he was nothing more than prey.
But the truth is…Dirk asked for it. He hurt Poppy, chained her like an animal, and was planning to sell the babies she’s carrying. My babies. Our babies.
The bastard deserved worse than what I gave him.
Right now, all I can focus on is her. She’s curled against me, trembling, her soft body pressed into mine. My knot is still locked inside her as we lie together on our sides. I’ve got one arm wrapped around her, spooning her, holding her as close as I can. Like if I let go, she’ll vanish.
“I thought you’d never find me,” she whispers, her voice small and shaky.
I tighten my arms around her. “You don’t ever have to worry about that, kitten. I’ll always find you. Always.”
Her hand drifts down to her belly.
“He wanted to sell them,” she chokes out. “Logan, he wanted to sell our babies like they were—like they were merchandise.” Her voice breaks and the tears come, hot and helpless.
“Shh, baby, don’t cry.” I bury my face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent, rubbing slow circles over her belly with my palm. “It’s over now. He can’t hurt you. He can’t hurt them. You’re safe. You’re mine. And I’m never letting you go.”
She tilts her head back to look at me, her eyes shimmering with tears.
“Do you promise?”
