Page 28 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

POPPY

W hen we get home, Logan doesn’t let me scurry off to my room the way I want to. Instead , he leads me straight to the couch and sits me down gently. His big frame looms over me, steady and immovable.

“Open your blouse, kitten.”

My face floods with heat. I clutch the buttons with trembling fingers.

“You’re not really going to do that, are you? I mean…don’t you think it’s gross?”

His brows draw down in a frown, his pale eyes steady and serious.

“Sweetheart, nothing about you is gross. You’re beautiful to me—every part of you. And I don’t mind doing this for you. Besides …” His voice dips to a soft growl. “ It’s the doctor’s orders.”

I swallow hard, my whole body shaking with nerves. Still , I start working the buttons open one by one. My breasts feel so full they’re straining against the bra cups already. When I finally unclasp the bra, the straps slip from my shoulders and my breasts spill free, heavy and aching.

Logan kneels between my knees, his big hands warm and steady as he cups me. With me sitting and him kneeling, his mouth is right on the level with my chest. He looks up at me once, making sure I’m still okay.

“Go on,” I whisper, blushing furiously. “ I … I can’t stand the ache anymore.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “ Now scoot forward for me.”

I slide forward to the edge of the couch cushion and gasp as he leans in. His mouth closes over one aching nipple, hot and wet, and he starts to suck.

“ Ohhh ,” I breathe, clutching at his broad shoulders. The relief is immediate—like pressure being drained out of me. But it’s not just relief. The deep, pulling suction sends lightning straight between my thighs.

“Logan…” My voice breaks as I arch my back. He’s careful, gentler than I expected, but each tug of his mouth makes my nipples throb harder. I can feel milk releasing, feel him swallowing, and the intimacy of it makes my entire body clench with need.

I’m wet. God , I’m so wet. The hungry sensation Dr . Elizabeth described—needing to be filled, stretched—it pulses through me with every pull of his mouth. I squeeze my thighs together, desperate to relieve the ache, but it only makes the pressure worse.

“Logan,” I whisper again, half in shame, half in longing. “ It feels so good. Too good…”

He growls low in his throat but doesn’t stop, his big hands kneading gently, coaxing more milk as his mouth works me. And all I can think is how much I want him—how much I want more .