Page 12 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

LOGAN

G od, her mouth is so soft under mine. So soft and willing and so damn sweet.

I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t give a damn.

I love the feel of her in my arms—her luscious curves pressed against my chest. Inside me, I feel my Wolf rumbling in pleasure.

Part of this is his fault—he doesn’t just like her now, he’s decided that Poppy should be his—should be ours . He wants to claim her pup too.

I never expected him to feel so much for her. She’s off-limits by Were Law , but he doesn’t care about that. He just wants to protect her and possess her and I can’t say I blame him— I feel the same way.

Ours! I hear him growling inside my head. He doesn’t talk much but when he does, I listen. She’s ours—our mate—our female! We must protect her. Keep her safe.

I want to keep her safe too…but I want to do more than that.

I want to knot her… I want to breed her.

The realization breaks through the haze of lust that’s clouding my brain and I finally realize what I’m doing—breaking one of the two Unbreakable Laws of my people. ( The other law is No Breeding in Fur Form , in case you’re interested.)

I pull away, breaking the kiss abruptly.

Poppy looks up at me with eyes that look almost drugged. I can smell the lust coming off her—a sweet, enticing scent seeping out of her pores that screams, “ Breed me! I’m fertile!”

But she’s already pregnant. Why does her body smell like she’s going into her Heat Cycle ?

“Why…why did you stop?” Her voice sounds dreamy…confused.

“Because we can’t do this.” I stand up and start pacing. “ I’m sorry—it’s my fault. You just smell so fucking good and you’re so beautiful…”

She blushes, looking down at her hands.

“You don’t have to say things like that.”

“Things like what?” I look at her, confused.

“That I’m , you know, beautiful.” She makes a motion with one hand. “ I mean, I’m fat and I’m going to get fatter. That’s not exactly attractive.”

She’s not fishing for compliments, she really feels this way— I can tell. Okay , we need to address this.

I sit back down beside her and lift her chin so our eyes meet.

“Poppy, you are beautiful,” I tell her sincerely. “ You’re so fucking beautiful I’m having a really hard time keeping my hands to myself—even though I know you’re off limits.”

The skeptical look on her face says she remains unconvinced.

“Dirk used to say things like that too. He told me he loved ‘curvy girls’ but when I got a look at his Instagram , he was following all these super-skinny models and influencers.”

I frown. How can I convince her of how gorgeous she is? Then I have an idea.

“Hang on— I want to show you something.”

I get up and head to my bedroom. I come back with a framed picture of Sheila , my mate.

“Look.” I hold it out to Poppy who takes it and examines it.

“She’s really pretty,” she says at last. “ Who is she?”

“My mate,” I say and sigh. Shelia had long, dark hair and dark eyes—a polar opposite to Poppy with her blonde hair and green eyes. But they have one thing in common and that’s curves. If anything, Sheila was curvier than Poppy is.

“Your mate?” Her eyes widen. “ You’re married?”

“I was. She died ten years ago.” I take the picture back. “ Breast cancer.”

“Oh.” Her eyes soften. “ I’m so sorry.”

“I am too.” I shake my head. “ I just wanted you to see her because she was curvy too.”

“I get it.” She nods. “ I’m really sorry for your loss.”

“Thanks,” I say shortly. “ Sorry , I didn’t mean to bring you down. I just want you to know that I don’t give insincere compliments.”

She blushes and I can’t help thinking again how beautiful she is. Then her stomach rumbles and she puts a hand over it, her face flooding with embarrassment.

“Oh God — I’m so sorry!”

“Don’t be.” I almost laugh. She’s fucking adorable when she’s embarrassed—her cheeks get all pink and her eyes get wide.

“But I —” she begins.

“You’re hungry. That’s natural. Besides —you’re pregnant,” I remind her. “ You’re eating for two. Are you having any strange cravings?”

“Not really strange, but…” She trails off and I can smell more embarrassment wafting from her. But she’s clearly hungry too—she wants something but she’s afraid to ask for it.

“What is it? What do you want, sweetheart?” I urge her. “ Name it— I’ll get it for you.”

“Could I have…a cheeseburger? From Five Guys ?” she asks, naming a fast food burger joint not far from us.

Suddenly I understand her embarrassment—society shames curvy women if they dare to eat anything but salad and steamed broccoli. Like they don’t deserve a burger like the rest of us. Sheila had the same problem.

“Of course you can have a cheeseburger. What do you want on it?”

I’m relieved to have this normal, mundane thing to talk about. The kiss we shared is in the past— I won’t dwell on it, won’t remember how soft her mouth was…or how sweet she tasted. I’m going to forget it and just concentrate on taking care of her, I tell myself.

But even as Poppy gives me her order, I know I’m lying to myself. I want her now—my Wolf wants her too. It’s going to be a struggle to keep my hands to myself when both of us feel like we need to claim her and make her ours.