Page 34 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

LOGAN

S he’s still trembling when her orgasm ebbs, her thighs quivering, her pussy clenching around the toy like it’s begging for more. I don’t pull it out right away. Instead , I drag my tongue slowly, gently through her slick folds, lapping up every drop of the sweet honey she spilled for me.

God, she tastes incredible—rich and decadent and uniquely her. I can’t stop until I’ve cleaned her completely, until there’s nothing left but her warmth and her scent clinging to my lips.

“Logan…” she whispers, tugging weakly at my shoulders.

I lift my head and climb up beside her, gathering her in my arms. She kisses me hungrily, and I know she can taste herself on my lips. To my surprise, she doesn’t seem to mind. Instead , she makes a soft, needy sound and deepens the kiss, searching for every last drop of her sweetness.

When we finally break apart, she rests her forehead against mine.

“It feels so good when you taste me,” she murmurs. “ I never knew it could feel that way.”

I brush her hair back from her damp forehead, kissing the corner of her mouth again.

“I fucking love it, baby. I’ll be happy to taste you anytime you need me to.”

She nibbles at her lower lip, her cheeks going pink.

“I only wish…” She hesitates, then whispers, “ I only wish it could be you inside me instead of the, uh, dilator.”

Her words make my cock jerk painfully against the front of my boxers. The Wolf inside me howls in triumph, demanding I give her what she’s begging for. But I shake my head firmly.

“You know why we can’t,” I tell her, my voice rough.

“I know,” she sighs, and the disappointment in her tone cuts right through me.

“Settle down now,” I murmur, kissing her temple and tucking her against my chest. “ We need to get some rest.”

She gives a little sigh and curls into me, her bare body warm and soft against mine. I stroke her back slowly until her breathing evens out and she drifts toward sleep.

But I don’t sleep. My cock is throbbing like it’s about to tear through my boxers, and my Wolf is pacing inside me, howling for me to knot her, to breed her, to finally make her ours.

I ignore them both.

She needs me steady, not selfish. She needs me to keep her safe and to help her through this pregnancy without crossing lines that can’t be uncrossed.

So I hold her, just glad I’ve found a way to give her relief without breaking the Unbreakable Laws . And I swear to myself—no matter how much I want her, no matter how badly I ache— I won’t break them.

Not even for her.