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)
I’m too shy to broach the subject with Logan right now but I still feel hot and bothered all over.
It’s definitely something to think about.
15
LOGAN
Dinner is awkward. We’re both talking and laughing—trying not to say anything about what we learned at the doctor’s appointment that day. Poppy decides she’s craving subs so I run out and get some and we sit in front of the TV in the den, eating them and watching a movie. It’s a Rom-Com she picked out but honestly, I can’t pay any attention to it. I’m too busy looking at her from the corner of my eye. God, why does she have to be so fucking beautiful?
I wish I could help her the way Dr. Elizabeth recommended. I wish I could give her what her scent tells me she needs. Because there’s no doubt about it—ever since our conversation in my truck, Poppy is smelling hotter and much more sexually needy. I wouldn’t say she smells like a female in Heat—not yet. But she’s definitely getting there.
My Wolf is restless inside me. He wants to know why we haven’t bred her and claimed her yet. It’s useless to try to explain to him that we can’t break the Unbreakable Laws. He’s an animal—he doesn’t give a fuck for laws. He just knows what he wants—what we both want—and that’s Poppy.
But we’re not even sitting near each other. We’re at opposite ends of the couch, staring at the TV screen and sneaking glances at each other like guilty teenagers. This is fucking ridiculous!
Then I see Poppy shivering. She puts her arms around herself and pulls the thin sweater-jacket closed. I frown—we need to get her some new clothes. She needs winter clothes to keep warm and she needs maternity clothes for when she starts showing. According to Dr. Elizabeth, she’s still in the first trimester but she’ll be getting bigger and her belly will be getting rounder before we know it.
“You cold, sweetheart?” I ask her when she shivers again.
She nods.
“Yeah—it’s just a little chilly but I’ll be fine.”
“You don’t have to sit there and freeze, you know.” I put out an arm to her. “Not if you don’t want to.”
She accepts my invitation at once, as though she was waiting for it. Sliding across the couch, she snuggles up against me like a soft little kitten. I put my arm around her and draw her close. Dropping my face to the top of her head, I breath in her warm, sweet fragrance. God, she still smells so hot and her breasts—which seem bigger—are pressed against my side. I can feel myself getting hard and try not to.
“Mmm,” she sighs happily and presses her face to the side of my chest. She inhales deeply and I know she’s breathing me in the same way I’m breathing her in. It’s a dangerous game—most breeding starts with scenting, which is exactly what we’re doing. But somehow I can’t stop—she smells so good and feels so right in my arms. Inside me, my Wolf howls in approval. He seems to think that I’ll be breeding her in no time.
But I can’t do that, I remind myself. I can just hold her and keep her warm. There’s nothing wrong with that.
Right?
We snuggle like that for a while until at last, Poppy shifts against me.
“Logan?” she says, making my name a question.
“Hmm? What is it, kitten?” I look down at her.
“Can you…do you think…” She seems to be struggling with what to say.
“Do I think what?” I ask, raising my eyebrows.
“Do you think Dr. Elizabeth was right about me needing an…an Alpha’s touch?” she asks in a rush. Then her cheeks go pink with embarrassment. “I mean, not that I’m asking you to touch me or anything. I just thought—”
“She did recommend that I give you a massage every night,” I murmur, my voice dropping to a growl. God, my cock is so hard it aches but I can’t pay attention to it right now. My focus is all on Poppy.
“Yes, she did,” she breathes, looking up at me. “Is that…is that something you’d be, uh, willing to do?”
I feel like my whole body is hard for her. Willing to do? Fuck—I’d fucking love to do it.
“Yeah, baby. I’d love to do that for you,” I tell her, trying to keep the sexual need out of my voice and not quite succeeding. “I’d love to massage your beautiful body. Just to make you feel better, of course.”
“I mean…we really should follow the doctor’s orders, right?” she asks me and I can smell how hot she’s getting. Fuck, she smells like sex and flowers.
“Exactly,” I agree. “We want you to have a healthy pregnancy, after all.” I stroke a strand of hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. “Why don’t you get into something with a little less coverage and go into my bedroom. I’ll be in to massage you in a minute, kitten.”