Page 31 of The Alpha's Sin
“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling me toward the bed.
I go with him, but my nervousness must show on my face—or maybe he can smell it on me with his super Were senses.
“Hey…” He tilts my chin up, looking into my eyes. “We’re going to take this slow, kitten. Not going to do anything you don’t want to, okay?”
How do I tell him there’s nothing I don’t want? I’m so hot for him I feel like I have a fever!
But that’s way too embarrassing to admit. I just nod and murmur,
“Okay.”
“Good. All right—come on.”
We climb onto the mattress, facing each other on our knees. His big hands cup my face, his mouth brushing over mine—soft at first, then deeper, hungrier, until I’m gasping against his lips. Oh God, when he kisses me like this I feel almost dizzy enough to faint! I want him so badly, but Logan has promised to go slow and that’s exactly what he’s doing.
His stubble scrapes gently across my cheeks as he kisses me there too, his scent—warm fur and spice—flooding my senses. He pulls back only far enough to nuzzle my jaw, then moves down to my neck, placing soft, hot kisses along the sensitive flesh until goosebumps erupt everywhere.
“Got to get your throat first,” he murmurs. “Every male who comes near you will smell me here.” He licks a long, slow line up my neck, ending just below my ear, his hot tongue making me shiver. Then he nips, marking me with his mouth, rubbing his face and beard along my throat like he’s claiming me.
My eyelids flutter closed as the sensations overwhelm me. I moan, tilting my head to the side, offering myself more fully. God, I want him! I want more.
And Logan seems willing to give it to me.
His big body presses me down onto the bed so that I’m flat on my back. He lowers himself on top of me, his chest covering mine, his mouth sliding lower, kissing and rubbing against my breasts, my belly, until I feel drenched in his heat and scent.
And then he shifts and suddenly his pelvis is pressing against me, grinding his groin against mine.
“This is where the glands are strongest,” he growls. “This is where my scent will take the best.”
“Oh…okay,” I half moan/half gasp. Oh God, I can feel the head of his thick cock parting my pussy lips. If he wanted, he could enter me right now—he could thrust all the way inside me and I wouldn’t try to get away. I’d welcome him—I’d open myself and take all of that thick, massive shaft deep inside. I’d moan his name and scratch his back as he thrust into me, fucking me…filling me…
But Logan doesn’t seem to want to penetrate me. Or rather, he does want to, but he’s got the self-control to hold himself back from taking us all the way. His thick shaft slides against my slick inner pussy, the blunt head parting my outer lips, stroking over my clit and even dipping down to my entrance but all without pushing inside.
The sensation is almost unbearable. Every nerve in my body lights up as he rocks against me, coating me in his scent while his cock glides against my wetness. I can feel my pleasure growing with each mock-thrust…I can feel my body getting ready to come and I welcome the impending orgasm. I need it.
“Oh, God, Logan!” I gasp, clutching at his shoulders. “Yes—please, don’t stop!”
“Not going to stop,” he rasps, his pale eyes glowing in the dimness. “Got to cover you, baby—make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
The last word comes out in a possessive growl as his hips roll in slow, deliberate strokes, his shaft rubbing me open, dragging along my swollen clit. Sparks of pleasure ignite deep inside me, spreading outward until I’m trembling, moaning, writhing under him.
Oh, Logan…please…please!” I’m begging.
“You’re so fucking wet, kitten,” he growls, his breath hot in my ear. “So needy. Rub against me—fuck yourself on my cock.”
I do it, grinding shamelessly up to meet him, gasping at every stroke. The thick ridge of his shaft spreads my lips wider, sliding against the spot that makes me cry out.
The pressure builds and builds…hotter and sharper, until I’m right on the edge. I’m moaning and holding onto him now—my legs are wrapped around his hips and my nails are digging into his ass.
Logan doesn’t seem to mind—in fact, he seems to like it. He growls encouragement, kissing me fiercely, his hand tangling in my hair as his cock presses harder against me.
“I can feel how close you are—come for me, sweetheart,” he orders roughly. “Soak me with your sweet pussy. Show me you’re mine.”
The words unravel me. My pleasure explodes, crashing through me in waves. Oh God, I feel like I’m coming apart from the inside out!
I cry out his name, clutching him harder, my body convulsing around his cock even though he’s not inside me. The orgasm is sharp and deep, the most intense I’ve ever felt.
But it would be so much better if he was inside me.
