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)
Logan’s Wolf looms over the body—massive, gray fur bristling, muzzle slick with crimson. My heart stutters in my chest. I’ve never been afraid of him before… but right now, I am.
That Wolf is huge—terrifying—and he just tore out my husband’s throat.
I press myself back against the headboard, the chain rattling at my wrist. My breath comes in shallow gasps.
Then the Wolf shudders—bones snapping, fur vanishing—and Logan is standing there, naked, human, and clean, as though the blood vanished in the Shift. His pale eyes lock on mine, filled with fear… fear for me.
“Poppy, baby…” His voice breaks low and rough, pleading as he holds out a hand to me.
I flinch anyway. My body doesn’t understand the difference yet. It’s too much—too frightening.
“Please, kitten,” he says again, softer. “You know I’d never hurt you.”
Something in his voice undoes me. My chest shakes and suddenly the dam inside me breaks. I want him—I need him. I push off the headboard, but the chain bites my wrist, jerking me short before I can reach him.
Logan’s face darkens. He growls low, dangerous.
“That fucker! I can’t believe he chained you up.” His gaze sweeps the room, then lands on Dirk’s corpse. “Where’s the key?”
“In his pocket,” I whisper, shivering. “He always kept it with him.”
He kneels beside the body, rifling through Dirk’s filthy jeans until he finds the little silver key. The cuff pops open and he throws it aside. Then he pulls me straight into his arms.
The moment I breathe him in, my whole body goes wild. His scent—warm, spicy, Alpha—fills my head until I’m dizzy. The Heat that’s been gnawing at me for days ignites like fire.
I cling to him, shaking, my body overloading with need.
“Logan… please. I feel so empty inside.”
The words tumble out of me, desperate and humiliating, but true.
He understands instantly. His big hands frame my face, his golden eyes fierce and tender all at once. “I know what you need, baby,” he rumbles. “I’m going to give it to you. Come on.”
He leads me to the bed—the same bed Dirk made me sleep in—and I don’t care. Not anymore. I just need him.
He helps me strip off my clothes and eases me down onto my hands and knees. My breasts hang heavy, my nipples aching, my pussy burning with emptiness. My body screams for him.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, kneeling behind me, his heat pressing close. “Going to take care of you now. Going to give you my knot.”
I moan and spread wider, shameless, because it’s all I’ve wanted—him inside me, claiming me, filling me until I can’t think anymore.
For the first time, I’m not afraid of breaking the Unbreakable Laws. For the first time, I just want to be his.
59
LOGAN
I shouldn’t be doing this. Every lesson I’ve had drilled into me since I was old enough to Shift screams at me that this is wrong. That the Unbreakable Laws exist for a reason. That taking Poppy—my brother’s wife—like this is something I’ll never be able to come back from.
But then I look at her.
She’s trembling, her inner thighs slick with need, her pussy swollen and glistening, her scent so hot it scorches my nose and makes my Wolf half-crazy. She’s nearly crying with it, her voice a broken plea.
“Logan, please…please!”
God, she’s fucking killing me.
I run a soothing hand down her trembling spine, trying to keep control.
“Easy, sweetheart. Going to give you everything you need. Just take it easy.”
But my voice sounds hoarse even to me. I’m strung so tight I feel like I might snap.
I fit the head of my cock against her slick entrance, and the moment I push forward, she shudders and moans, swallowing me whole. The heat of her body grips me like a fist and I nearly lose it right there.
“Fuck, kitten,” I growl, sinking deeper. “You’re so tight. So hungry for me.”
She presses back, greedy for every inch, and then I’m buried to the hilt inside her.
“Yes, oh God, yes!” she moans.
My hips start moving of their own accord, pulling halfway out then pounding into her hard, because she doesn’t need gentle right now—she needs me to fuck her deep.
Poppy meets me stroke for stroke, her breasts swaying, milk dripping down in little white rivulets. Her body is so ripe and full…she’s the most primal, beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Her scent grows stronger with every thrust, spurring me on, demanding more. I grip her hips hard, driving deep, claiming her in the way I’ve been denying both of us for far too long. She moans and cries for me—my name on her lips sounds like a prayer. God, I love this woman so fucking much!
But I know what she really needs. What her body is begging for.
My knot.
The thought makes my pulse thunder. I swore I wouldn’t go that far. Swore I’d keep that one barrier between us so I could keep pretending we weren’t breaking every rule that’s ever bound our people.