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)
All I want is Poppy.
Forever.
I look down at her again. Her long lashes flutter like delicate fans against her flushed cheeks. Her mouth is soft, her curvy body limp with satisfaction—utterly relaxed. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever held in my arms. My Wolf stirs inside me, satisfied for now but still restless, still wanting more.
We should have knotted her. We almost did. Why did you stop?
Not now—not yet, I tell him silently. Soon. For tonight, we gave her what she needed. That’s enough.
For now.
40
POPPY
I feel warm and sleepy and safe in Logan’s strong arms. Safe in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s the kind of safety that comes from knowing the man holding me would kill or die to protect me. The terror from earlier tonight—the memory of Kyle and Leroy trying to drag me away—is already fading, washed away by the sweet intimacy we shared on the couch.
I just want to stay here forever. I want to be his kitten—his good girl.
“Come on, baby—time for bed,” Logan murmurs in my ear.
Before I can protest, he shifts and rises, lifting me as though I weigh nothing. My thighs are still hooked around his trim waist, and I cling to him, unwilling to let go. He supports me easily, his arms under my thighs, his big hands on my bottom. He carries me down the hall, strong and steady, and lowers me onto his big bed.
His cock, still semi-hard, slips from inside me, and I let out a sleepy little complaint.
“No, don’t go. I like having you in me,” I moan softly.
“I know, kitten,” he rumbles, brushing his lips across my temple. “And believe me, I love being inside you. But we need to get you cleaned up before bed—or one of us is going to end up in a wet spot.” He pauses, his eyes gleaming in the low light. “Why don’t you relax and let me give you a little tongue bath?”
My cheeks flame, but my thighs part on their own. I can’t help it—I want him. Need him. Any way he wants me, he can have me.
Logan kneels at the edge of the bed, his big hands on my thighs. He starts slow, licking along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, cleaning away our mingled juices, before dragging his tongue up to my pussy. The first sweep over my outer lips makes me moan and shiver. He cleans me gently with long, deliberate licks.
Then I feel him parting my lips, revealing my inner folds. For some reason, he frowns.
My heart stutters in my chest at the expression on his face.
“Is…is everything all right?” I falter.
“Yeah, baby.” His voice is calm, though thoughtful. “I just thought I came a lot inside you—felt like I was shooting a gallon of my seed in your tight little pussy. But I don’t see much at all.”
“Is…is that a bad thing?” My voice is small, uncertain.
“No, baby—it’s fine. No big deal.” His eyes soften. “Are you ready for me to give your soft little pussy a tongue bath now? Inside—nice and deep?”
I nod quickly, relief flooding me.
“Yes, please.”
He gives me a hungry grin.
“Such a polite little kitten. Always saying ‘please’ when you need to be fucked or licked.”
His dirty words send a new shiver of need down my spine. I don’t know how to answer him, but he’s already back to bathing me with his tongue.
His mouth returns to me, and I arch my back with a helpless moan. He laves my inner pussy slowly, reverently, teasing my clit with each stroke until I’m trembling.
The pleasure builds differently this time—slower, sweeter, like a wave rolling in from far out at sea. When it finally crests, I cry out, bucking against his tongue as it crashes over me.
“Oh, God, Logan!” I moan his name like a prayer.
Logan holds me steady, his hands on my hips to keep me from bucking, guiding me through the pleasure and licking me until I collapse in the sheets, trembling and gasping.
When I finally look down, his eyes are lazy with lust and his mouth is shiny with my juices.
“God, I love the taste of us mixed together,” he growls. “And you were such a good girl, spreading your pussy for me so I could give you a tongue bath.”
I blush fiercely, but the praise makes me glow inside. No one’s ever praised me before. No one’s ever wanted to taste me, to make me feel good and safe.
“I…I want to be your good girl,” I confess.
“You already are, baby.” He places a sweet, hot kiss on my inner thigh.
Suddenly, I can’t wait any more. I hold out my arms, shivering now that the heat of my orgasm is fading.
“I’m cold—come warm your good girl up,” I beg softly.
Logan doesn’t hesitate. He climbs into bed beside me, sliding his big, hard body close, wrapping me up tight in his long, muscular arms. I rest my head on his broad chest, listening to the deep, steady beat of his heart.