Page 43 of The Alpha's Sin
Then he leans forward and gives me a hot, open-mouthed kiss right over my clit. At the same time, he keeps the purple toy moving inside me, sliding it deep in a steady rhythm.
“Oh, Logan!” I cry, my hips jerking up helplessly. “Oh God—that feels amazing!”
He pulls back for a second, licking his lips. His eyes are half-lidded with hungry lust when they meet mine.
“You fucking taste amazing,” he growls. “Can I kiss you again? Can I kiss your sweet little clit while I fuck you, baby?”
“Yes!” The word rips out of me, half a moan. “Yes, please! I need you to.”
“Good girl,” he rumbles, and then his mouth is on me again.
This time he sucks my clit right into his hot mouth, his tongue swirling and stroking. At the same time, he’s still sliding the toy into me, stretching me wider and deeper with every thrust.
I can’t hold still. My hips buck, my back arches and moans spill out of me shamelessly. My fingers dive into his thick hair, tugging hard, urging him closer.
I might be hurting him, pulling so hard, but if so, he seems to like it. He redoubles his effort and growls low in his throat, the vibration sending shockwaves through my swollen clit. And all the while, he keeps kissing and licking and fucking me all at the same time.
The orgasm builds fast—so fast I can barely breathe. My body is coiled so tight I feel like I’m going to explode. I’m right there, right on the edge—so close I can almost taste the pleasure.
Oh God, I need to come soon—if I don’t, I feel like I might die!
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God, the way Poppy looks spread out for me…her thighs trembling, her back arching, her sweet little pussy clenching around that purple toy with every thrust—it’s enough to drive a male fucking crazy.
And then there’s her taste. Fuck, her taste. Sweet and salty, slick and hot—better than anything I’ve ever had on my tongue. I could live on it, breathe it in, drown myself in it and never come up for air.
I’ll never get enough of her.
She’s crying out now, gasping my name, pulling my hair so hard it stings. But I don’t care. I fucking love it. Love that I can make her lose control, make her forget everything but the way my mouth and tongue and fingers are giving her pleasure. She’s so fucking beautiful like this—flushed and needy, writhing for me, trusting me to take her apart.
“Come for me, kitten,” I growl against her clit. “Give it to me—let me feel you coming.” Then I suck her swollen little button deep into my mouth again and tease it with my tongue.
And she comes. God, how she comes.
Her whole body bows off the bed, her pussy clamping down around the toy like it’s my cock, milking it in tight, pulsing squeezes. The sound she makes—half gasp, half moan—goes straight to my cock, making me ache so badly I don’t know how I’m not splitting my boxers.
Inside me, my Wolf howls, clawing at the walls of my control.
Enough of this. Take her. Pull the toy out and fill her with us. Knot her. Breed her. Make her ours, NOW!
The vision is so sharp I can almost feel it—my knot swelling inside her, her slick walls clutching me, the way she’d scream my name as I pumped her full of my seed.
I grit my teeth and force the animal back. No. No matter how badly I want it—no matter how badly we want it—I can’t break the Unbreakable Laws. Not even for her.
But fuck if it isn’t killing me to hold back.
I press my forehead to her thigh, breathing hard, trying to steady myself while she comes down, still whimpering my name, still trembling under my hands. She smells like sex and heat and mine.
I never want to let her go.
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She’s still trembling when her orgasm ebbs, her thighs quivering, her pussy clenching around the toy like it’s begging for more. I don’t pull it out right away. Instead, I drag my tongue slowly, gently through her slick folds, lapping up every drop of the sweet honey she spilled for me.
