My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 246

Dahlia’s POV

Even with my mind fogged by the heat of their touch, I could still tell them apart—whose mouth, whose hands, whose torment. Logan was at my ear, his teeth grazing the delicate shell, tongue trailing just enough to make me shiver violently. His breath was molten, whispering filth and promises I both craved and feared. Every kiss along my jaw and neck left behind a searing mark, as if he were branding me, claiming me.

His fingers gripped my breast with possession, not care. He wasn’t teasing to be gentle—he was drawing out my agony because he enjoyed it. Expert fingertips brushed over my nipple again and again, each pass sending another wave of heat between my legs. I wanted to scream, to beg, to curse him—but that would only feed their hunger.

And Liam... Liam was worse.

He had my other breast captured between his lips, tongue circling and flicking until I felt like I might combust. His hand moved lower, barely grazing my stomach with a featherlight touch that felt more like a threat than a caress. My body betrayed me completely—moaning, writhing, soaking wet. I didn’t even realize the sounds were mine until I heard how raw and needy they were.

A pressure built, low and throbbing between my legs. I clenched my thighs together, chasing a shred of relief—but they were faster. Each of them wrapped a hand around one thigh, and with no effort at all, they tore me open, exposing everything. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness where I needed contact most.

“Trying to take what hasn’t been given, Angel?” Liam murmured, his lips brushing against my nipple again. His voice was dark amusement and cruel affection all at once.

Hot air hit my skin, and I nearly buckled.

“We own your pleasure now,” he added, his tone quiet and absolute. “You don’t get to chase it. You wait. You beg. You earn it.”

“Mmhh—mph,” was all I could get out.

Logan's mouth closed over my other nipple, this time without mercy. He sucked hard—bruising, claiming—while his fingers traveled up the inside of my thigh like a predator savoring the hunt.

Then he bit down.

A sharp cry tore from me, pain blurring into pleasure so sharp I almost came right then.

“Words, baby girl,” he growled. “And don’t you even think about coming. I’ll know. I always know.”

My chest heaved, body trembling beneath their hands. “Yes, Alphas. I—I understand,” I panted, each word forced from the back of my throat.

“Good girl,” Liam said, and it sounded like a promise and a threat wrapped in silk. “But tell me, brother... has she earned anything yet?”

Logan released my nipple with a wet pop, eyes dark as sin. “She did threaten to leave. She stood there and dared to defy us—in front of everyone.”

He wasn’t just playing. He was punishing.

“I think she still needs to be reminded who she belongs to.”

I opened my mouth to curse him, to fight—but then his fingers dipped between my thighs and slid through my slick heat, and the rest of me just broke.

“Maybe we give her a taste,” he said, voice rough with barely restrained hunger. “Just enough to remind her who makes her body sing.”

I barely had time to breathe before he started circling my clit in maddeningly slow patterns, each pass more devastating than the last.

“Oh goddess,” I gasped, arching hard off the bed, grinding shamelessly against his hand. I didn’t care anymore. I needed more—everything.

Liam’s hand joined the assault, stroking my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my entrance but never giving me what I craved. Their hands worked in tandem, ruthless and deliberate. My hips rocked wildly, trying to take more, desperate to be filled. I was slick, shaking, dripping down my thighs.

I reached for them, needing to give something back—to touch, to take—but they stopped me. In perfect synchronization, they seized my wrists and pinned them above my head.

“Uh-uh,” Liam snarled, his voice cold and sharp. “You don’t get to touch us yet.”

Their hands left me for just a moment—just long enough for the ache to become unbearable. I let out a helpless cry.

“You’re not in control here, Angel,” Logan said, eyes burning. “You don’t come until we allow it. You don’t breathe unless we say so.”

I bit down hard on my lip, refusing to beg—but my body betrayed me again, trembling with need, hips still twitching in search of friction.

“You were close, weren’t you?” Logan asked, tilting his head. “So greedy. So desperate. So fucking mine.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. He could feel it—how close I was to unraveling.

“Tell us,” Liam said, voice silky but stern. “What do you want, little mate?”

Then their hands returned.

Logan pressed harder against my clit, circling with just enough pressure to send sparks racing through my core. Liam slipped one thick finger inside me—slowly, deliberately—and I couldn’t stop the sob that tore from my throat.

“I want—I want—please,” I cried, but the words tangled and fell apart.

They stopped again.

I shook, furious and aching.

“Use your words, Dahlia,” Logan whispered in my ear. “Tell us what you need.”

“I want to come!” I finally screamed. “I need to feel you inside me. Please, Alphas! Please!”

The growls that answered me were primal, feral. Logan's mouth crashed into mine, devouring me with a kiss that tasted like punishment and possession. One hand tangled in my hair, the other working relentless circles against my clit. Liam returned to my breast, flicking and sucking until I saw white behind my eyes—and then, at last, two fingers drove deep inside me, filling me in a way that made me cry out from the force of it.

I shattered.

And I knew with bone-deep certainty...

They were just getting started.

The stretch of Liam’s fingers inside me should’ve hurt. Maybe it did. But I was too far gone—too strung out on the euphoria they fed me, too wrecked from the way they devoured every gasp, every whimper like it belonged to them. Because it did. I wasn’t just giving in—I was theirs. Fully. Willingly. Irrevocably.

I writhed between them like an addict chasing her next fix, hips bucking wildly between Logan’s brutal touch on my clit and Liam’s fingers plunging deep inside me. My hands reached blindly for them, desperate to give back something—anything—but I couldn’t even manage to pull their cocks free. My fingers trembled against their hardness, still caged behind the fabric, and it wasn’t until they freed themselves—for me—that I wrapped my hands around them like they were lifelines.

I stroked them both—fast, hungry—twisting my wrist at the tip just to hear their growls, feel the violent jerk of their hips as they fucked into my palms.

“Keep going, Angel,” Liam ordered, low and feral. “Fuck yourself on my fingers like a good little mate.”

Their hands never stopped. Logan’s relentless circles on my clit were merciless, perfectly timed with the way Liam curved his fingers inside me, hitting that devastating spot over and over like he knew exactly how to break me. And maybe he did. Maybe they both did.

I didn’t know where they ended and I began.

I was nothing but raw nerve and need.

Theirs.

“Alphas… I—I need—please—” I sobbed, but my voice was already gone, shredded by pleasure.

“Not yet,” Liam murmured. “You’ll come when we say you can. When we give you permission. Understand?”

I nodded frantically, but Logan wasn’t having that. His lips pressed to my ear, dark and commanding.

“Use your words, baby girl.”

“Y-Yes, Alphas,” I gasped. “Anything. Just—please.”

“You’re close,” Liam said, watching me with eyes so dark they looked black. “I can feel how tight you're getting. You want to come, don’t you, pretty girl? Want to make a mess for us?”

His voice was reverent. Worshipful. Addicted.

I was falling apart, my body on the verge of snapping. I couldn’t take another second—and they knew. They wanted me to break.

Then Logan bit my ear, voice guttural and rough.

“Come for us now. Do it, baby. Show us who you fucking belong to.”

He pinched my clit—hard—and I shattered.

I screamed. No—sobbed—as my orgasm ripped through me, violent and raw and blinding. I soaked them both, couldn’t stop it if I tried, but they didn’t flinch. They didn’t recoil. They held me through it, made me take every pulse of it until I was trembling in their arms.

Still, they didn’t stop.

They rose up beside me—silent, hungry shadows—while I kept stroking their cocks like I was possessed. I was. By them. Two more strokes and they were gone—coming hard, grunting my name as they spilled all over my body. My stomach, my chest—claiming me. Marking me like theirs.

And I loved it.

I lay between them, soaked in their release, shaking, aching, ruined—and it still wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I’d always want more.

They collapsed on either side of me, hands roaming lazily over my skin. Not with lust this time—but obsession. Like they couldn’t stop touching me. Couldn’t stand not having their hands on me.

“You’re ours now, Angel,” Liam whispered, brushing his lips along my shoulder. “Completely. Irrevocably. There’s no going back.”

“You were made for us,” Logan said against my throat. “Every fucking inch of you. And I swear to the Moon, if you ever try to run again, we’ll chase you down and fuck you until you forget why you even wanted to leave.”

I shivered. Not in fear. But need. Because gods help me, I wanted that.

“You belong to us,” Liam growled, voice rough and low. “Mind. Body. Soul. And we’re going to make it permanent. Soon. Nothing and no one will ever come between us.”

I tried to speak, to agree, but my body was wrecked. I could barely keep my eyes open, barely breathe through the lingering waves of pleasure still echoing through me. One of them left the bed—I wasn’t sure who. I heard water. Then warmth. A soft cloth cleaning me gently, reverently. Like they were washing their goddess.

I didn’t even flinch when the covers were pulled over me. Just let them tuck me in, Liam pulling me to his chest, Logan wrapping around my back like a second skin.

Their voices were the last things I heard.

“Goodnight, beautiful. You’re safe now,” Logan murmured, voice ragged from everything we’d done.

“Goodnight, Luna. Ours. Always,” Liam whispered.

And then there was only darkness. Warm and safe and full of obsession.