Page 21 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

POPPY

I can’t stop myself from touching him. It’s like a craving, a hunger that burns hotter than anything I’ve ever felt. My hand wraps around Logan’s shaft and I nearly gasp at how hot he feels—like steel wrapped in velvet. Hard and unyielding under the silkiest, smoothest skin.

Dirk never let me do this. Never gave me time to explore him.

He just rolled on top of me, pumped a few times, and rolled off.

Foreplay wasn’t in his vocabulary. But this?

Stroking Logan’s cock in my hand, marveling at the heat and weight of him?

This feels different. It’s special— right .

Even though a guilty part of me whispers that it’s wrong.

His scent is stronger here, too—dark, masculine spice…warm fur and leather. It fills my nose, my head…it makes me dizzy with need. Dr . Elizabeth said I’d need an Alpha’s touch, and God , she was right. I’m starving for it.

Curiosity pulls me lower. I run my fingertips down to the thick swelling at the base of his cock—the knot. It’s firm and ridged. My breath catches as I circle it lightly. Logan growls low in his throat, his whole body jerking.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he rasps, his big hand tightening on the sheets. “ That’s a sensitive area.”

“Oh!” I draw back instantly. “ I’m sorry, I didn’t mean?—”

“It’s okay.” His voice is strained but gentle, his eyes heavy-lidded with need. “ You can go on. Just …slowly.”

I nod, emboldened, and slide my hand lower to cup his balls. They’re heavy, hot…full of his seed. His hips jump again and he groans.

“Fuck, kitten—your little hands are so soft on me!”

The sound of his deep voice makes me ache.

And then, on pure impulse, I lean down and lick.

That bead of clear precum still glistens at the slit of his cock, and I swipe my tongue across it. The taste bursts on my tongue—salty and sweet, like caramel with a hint of the sea. Odd , but perfect. I moan softly and lap at him again, needing more.

“Poppy…” Logan’s voice is hoarse, his hand sliding into my hair. “ Baby , you don’t have to do this.”

I look up at him, licking my lips, tasting him still.

“I want to,” I whisper. “ I need to…if that makes any sense.”

His pale eyes blaze down at me. He swears under his breath, then strokes my hair.

“God, kitten. Okay . Go on, then.”

So I do. I wrap my lips around him and take as much of him into my mouth as I can. He’s huge, stretching my lips, filling my mouth with the taste of him. I moan around him and the vibrations make him groan.

My hand joins in, stroking the thick base that my mouth can’t reach. Even then, I can’t get all the way around him—he’s too big, too thick. I lick up and down his shaft, savoring the salty-sweet taste, then flick my tongue over his knot, curious.

Logan shudders violently.

“Fuck, Poppy …that’s—oh, God .”

I grin and do it again, licking and teasing, before taking him back in my mouth. At the same time, my hands are working—stroking and squeezing, while my tongue swirls.

Logan’s panting now, his hips jerking despite his efforts to hold still.

“Sweetheart, I’m close,” he warns, voice ragged. “ You’d better—pull off if you don’t want me to come in your mouth. I mean it, Poppy —pull off now .”

But I don’t want to pull off.

Instead, I sink lower, taking him deeper, gagging a little but refusing to stop. My throat opens, taking as much of him as I can. I want all of him.

Logan’s big hand fists in my hair but he doesn’t push me away. With a guttural growl, he comes undone. His whole big body goes tight as his cock pulses against my tongue and then he’s spilling into my mouth—hot, thick, salty-sweet spurts flooding my throat with his cream.

I swallow eagerly, drinking him down. God , it’s delicious —so different from anything I’ve ever had before. Dirk’s seed was bitter, unpleasant—something I forced myself to take.

But with Logan , it’s different. It’s like my body was made to crave his seed. I can’t get enough!

I suck him through the aftershocks, moaning softly, swallowing every drop until he finally pulls me up, breathless and trembling.

His pale eyes are stunned, almost wild, like he can’t believe what I’ve just done.

And honestly, neither can I .

“God, kitten. That was…fuck,” is all he can get out.

I lick my lips demurely.

“Thank you for letting me taste you,” I say shyly. But even though his salty-sweet flavor is still rich on my tongue, I’m already craving more.