Page 16 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

POPPY

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m lying in the middle of Logan’s king-sized bed wearing nothing but my bra and underwear.

It’s the nicest set I own—a matching set trimmed in white lace that makes my skin look creamy.

I bought it for my honeymoon, but didn’t end up wearing it for some reason.

Honestly , I never wore much of anything with Dirk —he didn’t like the distraction of having to take things off of me.

In fact, sex with him was always a pretty quick affair.

He’d roll on, pump a few times, and roll off again. Wham -bam-thank you, Ma’am .

But we’re not having sex tonight, I remind myself. Logan is just going to massage me, like Dr . Elizabeth said he should. We’re following her orders so I can have a happy, healthy pregnancy—that’s all.

Still, I can’t help being filled with a mixture of trepidation and desire as I wait for him in the middle of the vast bed. My white bra and panties show up nicely against his dark blue duvet, I can’t help thinking.

I should be cold— I was shivering earlier. But actually, I’m hot again. It’s like the blood in my veins has risen in temperature and its making my whole body warm from the inside out.

At last, Logan comes into the room. He’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt as usual, but he takes the t-shirt off before he gets on the bed with me. Then he looks down at me, his hands resting on his knees.

“God, you’re beautiful.” His deep voice is hoarse. “ I think you’re glowing, sweetheart.”

I can feel a blush creeping up on my face.

”Th-thank you,” I stammer. “ But you don’t have to say that.”

“I’m going to tell you that you’re beautiful whether you like it or not, kitten,” he growls softly. “ And to me, you’re always beautiful. So you might as well get used to it.”

I’m not sure what to say to that but Logan picks up the lotion bottle and squirts some into his palm. He rubs his hands together, warming it.

“Turn over,” he tells me. “ We’ll start with your back.”

I do as he says, glad that I already put my hair up.

A minute later I feel his big, warm hands rubbing and squeezing my shoulders.

He pauses for a moment to push my bra straps down and then starts again, drawing a moan from my lips.

God , he’s good at this! His hands are so big and warm—he kneads me in just the right away.

I can feel my tension melting as he works on me.

But the next minute it spikes again, along with my temperature. He plucks at the back of my bra, where it closes with a neat line of hooks and eyes.

“Can I unfasten this?” he asks me. “ It would make it easier to do your whole back.”

“I… I guess so. Yes ,” I say, my voice shaking.

“Good girl,” he murmurs and I feel a rush of pleasure. Then he’s unfastening my bra and pulling it apart, baring my entire back.

He spends a long time on my back and shoulders before moving down to my hips and legs. He doesn’t touch my butt—though I wouldn’t mind if he did. I feel tense and tight there too.

His long fingers do knead my upper thighs, though—right where they meet my butt.

I moan a little and spread my legs, letting him know I don’t mind.

Logan takes the hint and massages inward, just a little.

For a minute I swear I can feel him brushing my pussy lips.

Then one big hand comes to rest on my ass.

“Poppy?” he asks, making my name a question.

“Yes…go ahead.” I wiggle a little. “ You can…can pull down my panties too,” I add, though I don’t know where I get the nerve to say so. “ I mean, if…if they’re getting in the way.”

“They are.” He slips his fingers into the waistband and I feel him pulling them down. A cool breeze hits my bare ass and I moan softly.

Logan pulls my panties down to mid thigh and I spread my legs wider and tilt my pelvis up. I can feel his eyes on me— I know he must be able to see my pussy this way. I find the thought embarrassing…but also incredibly hot. I wiggle some more.

“You can…can take them all the way off, if you want to,” I say, breathlessly. “ I mean, Dr . Elizabeth did say you should massage my inner thighs.”

“Yes, she did, didn’t she?” he growls softly. And then he’s stripping my panties all the way down and sliding them off my ankles.

I moan and spread my thighs even wider for him. I can feel my pussy lips parting as he starts massaging again, this time rubbing my ass and then my inner thighs.

He’s not touching me deliberately—at least, I don’t think he is—but his knuckles are brushing my outer pussy lips and sending little shocks of pleasure right through me.

I keep wishing he would touch me more—that he’d stroke inside me and slip those long fingers into my pussy to rub my aching clit.

But I can’t say that, even though my body is begging for it.

I don’t know how long he goes on with the slow, inner thigh massage—long enough for me to be afraid I might make a wet spot on the dark blue duvet. But finally he says,

“All right, kitten—time to turn over.”

I do as he says, but first I take my bra all the way off. I don’t know how I have to nerve to do this—to be completely naked for him. I’m glad the room is dim and there’s just a single shaded lamp on the far nightstand turned on. But I’m so hot I can’t seem to help myself.

Logan seems to like what he sees because his eyes go lazy with lust.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” he growls softly. “ Thank you for trusting me to touch you…to massage you.”

“I like it when you touch me,” I tell him shyly. “ It feels so good.”

“Just trying to make sure we follow the doctor’s orders,” he murmurs and gets more lotion on his hands. He starts on my arms but I wiggle restlessly.

“Dr. Elizabeth said you should massage my breasts,” I remind him breathlessly. “ To help avoid stretch marks when they get bigger.”

“You mean when they fill with milk?” He raises his eyebrows at me.

“I… I guess so.” I nod. I like this idea, for some reason—the idea of my breasts being full of milk makes me feel like some kind of fertility goddess. But right now, I just want his big hands on me.

Logan doesn’t disappoint. He cups my bare breasts in his big, warm hands and begins to massage, rubbing the lotion in thoroughly and not neglecting the nipples.

As he pinches them gently between his fingers, I moan and arch my back.

Oh God , that feels so good! I swear I can feel it all the way down in my pussy—as though there’s some kind of line that connects the two sensitive areas.

“That’s right, baby,” Logan growls, doing it again, “ Mmm , does that feel good? You like it when I massage your sweet tits and pinch your nipples?”

“Y-yes,” I pant, writhing under his hands. “ It feels really good .”

“Have to get them ready to fill with milk for the baby,” he murmurs. “ We want everything to be just right.”

“Yes, Logan !” I moan and arch up again. His hands are so big and capable—they feel so good on my body—so right. It’s like we belong together—like he was meant to do this for me all along.

And then those big hands are moving lower…trailing down to spread the lotion over my lower belly. Logan spends time here too, rubbing the place where I might get stretch marks when my belly grows. But then his hands slide even lower and he looks up at me.

“Spread your thighs, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes hooded with desire. “ Let me get in so I can really massage them.”

Moaning softly, I do as he says. He gets a little more lotion and then he’s kneading my inner thighs, his thumbs brushing over my pussy lips in a way that makes them spread to show how wet I am inside.

“Oh…oh, Logan !” I moan softly, undulating my hips. “ Oh , that feels so good.”

“But it could feel better.” He pauses, his thumbs spreading me wide and looks down into my eyes. “ Would you like me to massage inside you, kitten? I’ve heard that giving a pregnant woman a sexual release can ease her tension a lot.”

“I… I’ve heard that too,” I pant, though I don’t remember hearing any such thing. But I know I want him to touch me—to touch inside me. I want those long fingers circling my clit and finger-fucking my pussy. “ Please , Logan ,” I plead with him. “ Please touch me inside—please make me come!”

His pale eyes blaze with lust.

“I will, kitten. Just spread your legs like a good girl and let me take care of you.”

Moaning, I do as he says, opening myself as wide as I can. Logan responds by slipping two long fingers into my pussy and beginning some kind of massage.

I nearly jump out off the bed—is that my G -spot? I thought it was a myth! But there’s nothing mythical about the deep pleasure I feel. At the same time, the pad of his thumb starts circling my aching clit, sending sparks of pleasure flying through my body.

And then he reaches up and cups one of my breasts. I cry out again as he tugs at one tight nipple. Oh God , I can’t take much more of this! I’m already on the edge.

Part of me can’t believe I’m doing this—can’t believe I’m spread out naked on my brother-in-law’s bed while he rubs and strokes and caresses me…

while he tugs my nipples and pets my pussy.

But the other part doesn’t even care. I’ve never felt so sensitive before—it’s like having Logan touch me has turned my whole body up to a higher pitch.

Or maybe it’s the pregnancy or a combination of the two.

Either way, it’s driving me crazy and I know I’m going to come soon.

“Logan… Logan !” I moan, writhing as he strokes and teases me. “ Oh God , I’m so close…so close!”

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he growls. “ Come for me. Want to feel your soft little pussy squeezing my fingers while I stroke inside you.”