Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
“That’s right, baby,” Logan growls. “Take it deep.”
He fucks up into me, hard, and I meet him with greedy little bounces, taking him deeper, squeezing him tight with my inner walls. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with the crackle of the fire and my breathless cries of pleasure.
“God, baby,” Logan growls, staring up at me like I’m his whole world. “Look at you take it all. You’re such a good girl, riding my cock, taking it so deep in your tight little pussy.”
His praise makes me burn—it makes me wild. I ride him faster, moaning, but the motion sends a sharp ache through my breasts. They’re too full. Too heavy.
“Logan…” I pant, pressing one swollen nipple against his lips. “Logan, please—could you…would you…”
He doesn’t even let me finish. His hot mouth closes over me, sucking deep, taking as much of my breast as he can into his mouth. I cry out as the aching fullness drains, replaced by delicious relief. He sucks greedily, swallowing rapidly as he fucks up into me, as if he can give me everything I need at once.
“Oh God!” I gasp. “Oh God, Logan, yes—yes!”
He empties one breast, then the other, each pull of his mouth making my pussy clench tighter around his cock. I’m writhing, delirious, every nerve ending on fire as the double pleasure sends sparks through my whole body.
“I’m close,” I moan desperately. “Logan…I think…think I’m going to come!”
He lets my nipple slip from his lips, his eyes blazing.
“I’m going to come too, kitten,” he growls. “Are you sure you want me to fill your tight little pussy with my seed?”
“Yes! God, yes!” I grind down on him, taking him as deep as I can without the knot. “Fill me up, Logan—come inside me! I need it, need your cum deep in my pussy!”
His growl vibrates through me as his hands clamp down on my hips, pulling me deeper—so deep half of his knot forces its way inside. The sudden stretch makes me cry out, and then—
He explodes.
I feel his cock get even thicker and then hot spurts flood me, pulsing into my womb as I shatter around him. My pussy clenches, milking his cock almost desperately, my orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave. I claw at his broad shoulders, my cries mixing with his hoarse growls as he fills me with everything he has.
It’s too much. It’s perfect. It’s everything I needed and more.
I never want this to end.
39
LOGAN
Guilt gnaws at me, but when I look down at Poppy, I can’t feel too bad.
She’s curled against me, her bare body pressed to mine, her head resting on my shoulder. There’s a soft, dreamy little smile on her lips—the kind of smile you only see when a woman feels completely satisfied, completely safe. She looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world, and I know I put that look on her face.
How the hell can I regret that?
I stroke her back slowly, tenderly, feeling the warmth of her skin. Some of it’s from the fire still burning low in the hearth, but most of it is from me—my Alpha heat wrapped all around her. She arches her back a little, stretching like a cat, and lets out a sound that’s almost a purr.
My sweet little kitten.
“You make me feel so good,” she whispers, her voice drowsy with contentment. “So safe…so…”
She trails off, biting her lip as her gaze flicks up to my face and then away.
I know what she wanted to say. Hell, I wanted to say it too. Loved. I make her feel loved—that’s the word hanging between us, unspoken.
But neither of us dares give it voice. Not while she’s still married to my no-good little brother.
The thought of Dirk makes my teeth grind.
I bend and kiss the top of her head, murmuring something low and soothing, as I let my mind drift for a moment. I need to call the private investigator I hired and see if he has any updates. Last I heard, Dirk was still off the grid. No money trail, no sightings. Like he dropped off the face of the earth.
Part of me hopes he’s rotting in a ditch somewhere. But the bigger part of me hopes he’s alive—because if I can get my hands on him, I can force the bastard to sign the divorce papers.
I went to an attorney a few weeks back, told him I was helping out a friend. Explained the situation briefly, without naming names. He prepared the paperwork, all neat and tidy. If Dirk shows his face again, I’ll make damn sure he puts pen to paper. One way or another.
Then Poppy will finally be free.
Free to be mine in every way.
I know the local Pack would still frown on it—even after a divorce, they’d consider us too closely “related.” Sister-in-law is the same as sister in their eyes. But I don’t give a damn what the Pack thinks. I’ve been a lone wolf too long to care about their rules and their whispered judgments.