Page 43 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)
POPPY
I t’s Saturday morning and for once neither of us has work. The house feels quiet, golden light pouring in through the blinds, Logan’s big, muscular body is wrapped all around me like a warm, heavy blanket.
I decide it’s my turn to take care of him. He always cooks dinner for me, or runs out to grab whatever craving I mention, at the drop of a hat—it’s only fair I make him breakfast.
I slip out of bed and put on one of his t-shirts—it falls to mid thigh on me.
“Hey, baby,” he says sleepily and I turn to see him looking at me. “ Where are you going?”
“To make you some breakfast, I say lightly. “ You hungry?”
“Fucking starved!” He sits up, yawns and stretches. “ I’d say we both worked up an appetite last night.”
I laugh and blush at the same time when I remember how needy I was. But Logan doesn’t seem to mind. He gets up and pulls on a pair of long sleep bottoms.
“Lead the way,” he rumbles. “ I’m more than ready.”
“Come on, then.”
I pad into the kitchen, barefoot, and open the fridge. I survey the contents and I’m glad we just went grocery shopping a day ago.
“How do you feel about scrambled eggs, bacon, and blueberry pancakes?” I call over my shoulder.
Logan’s deep rumble of laughter makes me smile.
“Woman, you’ll make me fat!”
I glance back at him. He’s leaning against the doorway, long pajama bottoms hanging low on his hips, his broad chest bare and gleaming in the morning light.
My heart skips a beat—forget breakfast, he looks delicious .
“Yeah right,” I scoff, running my eyes over his perfect muscles. “ You probably have less than two percent body fat. Wish I could say the same.”
“Well, I don’t.”
Before I can argue, he moves behind me, wrapping his massive arms around my middle in a gentle bear hug. His heat surrounds me and I melt against him.
“I love your curves, baby,” he growls softly in my ear. “ And soon, you’re going to start showing. We’ll need to go shopping for some special clothes.”
As he speaks, his big, warm hands slide over my breasts and then lower to cradle my belly. My breath catches. The way he touches me, reverent and possessive all at once, makes me feel like some kind of goddess.
“Logan…” I whisper, trembling, “if you don’t stop that, I’ll never get around to making breakfast.”
“Good,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss against the side of my neck. His lips are soft, his beard rough, and the contrast makes me shiver. He inhales deeply. “ I can smell your Heat . You need it again, baby?”
The flood of desire takes me so suddenly it’s almost dizzying. My whole body lights up, aching for him, hungry for him. I clutch his forearms where they hold me tight.
“Yes, please ,” I moan.
“That’s my polite little kitten,” he growls in approval. His hot breath tickles my ear. “ Do you want to be my good girl and ride my cock again?”
“Yes,” I gasp, turning in his arms, already half out of the oversized shirt I’m wearing. “ God , yes.”
Breakfast can wait. The pancakes, the bacon—they don’t matter. What matters is the deep, gnawing hunger in my body and the man who knows exactly how to feed it.
I must be fully in my Second Heat now, just like Dr . Elizabeth predicted. And thank God Logan is willing to give me what I need.
If he wasn’t here—if I didn’t have him— I don’t know what I would do.