Page 20 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

POPPY

L ogan looks at me across the firelit living room, his pale eyes serious, his jaw set like he’s bracing for an argument.

“There’s something I need to do,” he rumbles. “ Something to keep you safe. Those bastards today only came at you because they didn’t smell me on you. If you’d carried my scent—the scent of an Alpha —they would have backed the hell off.”

I blink at him.

“What are you saying?”

His big hands flex against his thighs before he speaks again.

“I’m saying I need to scent-mark you. Cover you with my scent so every male within a hundred miles knows you’re mine. It’s like putting up a neon sign that says, ‘ Keep the fuck away.’”

My heart starts beating faster.

“Yours?” I whisper, tasting the word.

“Not really,” he growls quickly, then softens his voice. “ Not unless you want it that way.” He looks at me seriously. “ This isn’t about ownership, Poppy —it’s about protection. I won’t do it if you’re not comfortable. Consent matters.”

Consent. That one word makes me feel safe, even as heat coils low in my belly.

The thing is… I do want it. God help me, I want him—want to belong to him.

For days now I’ve felt restless and needy in my own skin, like there’s a low-level fire burning inside me.

I don’t know if it’s Heat , exactly, but I’ve never been this horny in my life.

I’m hungry for his touch— starving for it.

“I’m comfortable,” I murmur, my voice husky. “ I want you to do this— I want you to mark me.”

His pale eyes flare with heat.

“Sweetheart, if I do this, it has to be done right. The glands are strongest around my mouth and my groin. I’ll need to rub against you. Skin to skin. That means…we’ll have to get naked—both of us.”

A shiver runs through me. Naked . With Logan . My brother-in-law. Wrong according to the Were laws, maybe, but my body doesn’t care. My body is already screaming yes.

“All right,” I breathe. “ Let’s do it.”

* * *

Logan leads me to his bedroom, the big space glowing dimly from the single lamp on the nightstand.

I haven’t been in here since the night he gave me the massage and back then, I was the only one who was naked.

Now we’re both going to be bare. The bed looks enormous, draped in a dark comforter.

I suddenly feel tiny, trembling with anticipation and uncertainty as he shuts the door.

“You’re sure?” he asks one last time, giving me every chance to back out. “ You want this? Want me to mark you?”

I nod, my pulse racing.

“I’m sure.” I’m surprised at how steady my voice sounds when my heart is pounding.

He strips off his shirt in one easy move, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of his chest—broad, sculpted, and dusted with a line of dark hair that disappears into his jeans.

He toes off his work boots, unbuckles his belt, and shoves the denim down.

He’s already hard, tenting the black boxer briefs that are the only thing left on his massive frame.

I swallow hard. My turn. My fingers tremble as I take off my shirt, then my jeans. Standing there in my plain cotton bra and panties, I feel self-conscious…but the way he’s looking at me makes heat pool between my thighs.

“God, kitten…” His voice is thick, almost reverent. “ You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I somehow manage to get out.

I can’t breathe right— I feel slightly dizzy. I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the floor. Then I slide my panties down, leaving myself bare before him.

Logan growls low in his chest and sheds the last barrier between us. His cock springs free—thick and long and dark with need.

The sight makes my mouth water, my whole-body clench with yearning. I really must be in Heat , I think. I’ve never had such a visceral reaction to seeing a man naked before. Then again, not every man looks as good as Logan does bare.

“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.

I try to push the thought away but I can’t—even though I’m coming I want more. I want to be filled .

Logan groans against my neck, grinding harder, but he holds himself back from coming. His shaft throbs against my slick folds, pulsing with need but though he’s given me a release, he’s denied himself one.

I collapse under him, trembling, boneless, every inch of me marked with his scent. I can smell him on me— I love it.

With a low sound, he rolls off me, lying on his back beside me. His chest is working like a bellows, heaving for breath. It’s clear that he needs what he gave me—he needs to come.

And then, through the haze of pleasure, a strange new craving hits me.

I look down to where his cock is still so hard—the underside of it shiny with my juices.

I focus on the fat drop of precum beading at the slit in the center of the broad, mushroom-shaped head.

Why do I suddenly want to taste it? To taste him?

“Logan…” My voice is soft, uncertain. “ Can I …help you? The way you helped me?”

His jaw tightens.

“I shouldn’t let you, sweetheart.”

“Please?” The craving has deepened—become urgent. I don’t know why I want what I want, I only know I want it— desperately . I need to taste him.

But his cock is rigid—aching with need, his breath harsh, his eyes burning with hunger.

“Please?” I beg again.

He gives a short, jerky nod.

“I shouldn’t let you, but I can’t fucking help myself. Okay .”