My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 263

Logan's POV

"Where are we going?" Lia asked for what felt like the hundredth time since we left the pack house, her voice laced with impatience.

"Sweetheart, which part of ‘It’s a surprise’ don’t you understand?" I replied with a laugh, giving her hand a squeeze.

“We’re almost there. Just hang on for a few more minutes.”

“Patience isn’t exactly in my skillset,” she muttered. But the second we rounded the bend and the sweeping view came into sight, everything about her shifted. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and her whole face lit up like the moon had just kissed it.

That was exactly the reaction I was hoping for.

“Wow... just, wow,” she breathed, completely in awe.

“So,” I grinned, already knowing the answer, “do you like your surprise?”

“Logan, this is incredible. It’s beautiful! From up here, you can really see why they call it Blood Moon Ridge,” she said, her voice full of wonder. My wolf did a little celebratory spin in my head. Nothing beat the feeling of making her happy—especially with something so personal.

“I’ve always loved this spot and I wanted to share it with you,” I told her honestly. “I saw how much you enjoyed the lake last weekend. That beach is great when you want to swim, but up here? It’s quieter. More intimate. You can see everything—the lake, the forest. All of it.”

“It’s perfect,” she whispered, and my heart did a strange, stuttering beat in my chest. I leaned over, brushing a kiss to her lips before stepping out of the car.

“Naia packed us some lunch,” I said as I helped her out. “Thought we could have a little picnic, just the two of us.”

“Gorgeous view and good food? That’s my kind of afternoon!” she said brightly. “Not to mention, the company’s pretty amazing too.” She gave me a smile that damn near melted the marrow in my bones.

I spread out the blanket and settled her down, unpacking the basket. Everything looked amazing—Naia had even snuck in a bottle of wine. I opened it and poured two glasses, handing one to Lia before raising mine.

“I’m not great with words. And the Goddess knows I don’t deserve a mate as stunning and kind as you,” I said, voice low. “But you make me want to be better. To do better. And whether or not you ever accept this bond between us… I’ll keep trying to be the man you deserve.”

I let out a dry, self-deprecating chuckle and shook my head.

“Like I said… words aren’t my strength. So I’ll borrow someone else’s—‘I lost my way all the way to you, and in you I found my way.’” I clinked my glass softly against hers.

“Atticus,” she whispered, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She wiped it away quickly, but I saw it.

“See?” I said, nudging her playfully. “I can read.”

But she didn’t laugh. Instead, she stared at me like she was trying to decipher something deep and complex. And then, without warning, she lunged at me.

One second I was sitting up, the next I was flat on my back with her straddling me, her lips crashing into mine. Our wine glasses were knocked aside, forgotten and spilling into the grass. Her hands were in my hair, on my shoulders, tugging, holding, needing. I gripped her waist, grounding her against the erection that was already straining beneath my jeans.

Everywhere she touched sent sparks shooting straight to my core.

Her fingers slipped under my shirt, tracing every muscle like she was memorizing me by touch. When she struggled to push it up, she let out a frustrated growl before yanking it open, the buttons popping as she shoved the fabric aside.

The sound she made—low and satisfied as her hands roamed my bare skin—damn near undid me. Her hips rolled against mine, seeking friction, and I groaned as I fought the urge to lose control entirely.

She was a vision—wild, unrestrained, in charge. But I needed more than her body grinding against mine. I needed to worship every inch of her.

With a fluid movement, I flipped her beneath me, bracing her hips between my thighs. I allowed myself one moment—just one—to look down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen from our kiss, and her eyes burned with hunger that mirrored my own.

Slowly, I reached for the straps of her dress, letting them slide off her shoulders, giving her space to stop me if she wanted to.

She didn’t.

She just laid there, breathing hard, watching me with a look that made me feel like I was the only man in her world. Maybe in the entire world.

I pulled her dress down to her waist, revealing the delicate lace bra that clung to her breasts. The fabric barely concealed anything, and her nipples were straining against it, desperate for attention.

The breath left my lungs in a rush. She looked both ethereal and sinfully erotic.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, teasing my senses, and I couldn’t wait another moment. I pressed a kiss to the soft skin beneath her ear and trailed down to the place where my mark would one day rest, each open-mouthed kiss drawing a new moan from her lips.

Her body arched into me, and when my fingers slid around to unfasten her bra, she gasped as it fell away. I tossed it aside, eyes fixed on the perfect curve of her breasts.

I wasted no time taking one nipple into my mouth, tugging it gently with my teeth while I rolled the other between my fingers. Lia was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath me, one hand in my hair, holding me close, the other gripping the blanket as her hips writhed under mine.

She was everything—mine to cherish, mine to touch, and Goddess help me, mine to love.

Her nails dragged down my back, and I hissed through clenched teeth as the sting of her claws raked across my skin. She was soaked—utterly dripping with need—and it slicked her thighs, spreading warmth against my own. Every reaction she gave me pushed me higher, deeper into a haze of lust I couldn't remember ever falling this hard into before.

“You're so fucking wet for me, baby girl,” I groaned, my mouth still greedily worshiping her breasts. “You love it when I touch you, don’t you?” I knew the answer, but I needed her to say it aloud. Needed to hear it from her lips.

“Yes,” she breathed, voice trembling.

“Yes, what?” I reminded her firmly, not easing up. She knew the rules—I needed her to be specific.

“Yes, I love it when you touch me,” she said, her tone tinged with frustration and need. It made me chuckle low in my throat.

“Yeah? Where, baby? Where do you like me to touch you?” I asked, pushing her a little further.

“Logan, please,” she begged, desperation lacing every syllable.

“Patience,” I murmured against her skin. “Use your words first.”

Her response was a whimper. “I want you to touch me everywhere. Please... please make me come.”

That sound she made—the way she pleaded—was everything.

“Mmm,” I hummed, pressing hot kisses along her neck. “My needy little mate wants me to make her come. I think I can handle that.” I had something in mind, something I’d been craving. I pulled back just enough to meet her eyes.

“I want to taste you, baby girl,” I told her, my voice low. “Let me taste you.”

I held still, watching her reaction, breath caught in my throat. Her eyes widened, and a crimson flush crept over her cheeks. I brushed my knuckles against her jaw, soothing that shyness with a tender caress. I wasn’t sure what she was searching for in my gaze, but whatever it was—she found it. Her nod was small, shy, but it was all I needed.

In an instant, I was sliding down her body, kissing every soft inch as I went until my face was buried between her thighs. I inhaled deeply, the heady scent of her arousal dizzying me. My lips ghosted over the lace of her panties, pressing warm, deliberate kisses against the fabric. My thumb slipped beneath, circling her clit with slow, teasing strokes while my lips continued to torment her through the thin barrier.

The grip she had in my hair, the way her hips rolled into my face—I was wrecking her, and it felt so damn good.

But it was wrecking me too.

Her moans were pure sin, every breathy sound stoking the fire inside me. I couldn’t wait anymore. I slipped her panties off in one smooth motion and kept working her clit, letting one finger, then two, slide deep into her slick heat. I pumped them in and out, curling just right to hit that perfect spot inside her. Her walls clenched around me, tighter and tighter, her body winding up fast.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear you,” I urged her, my voice ragged. “Let me hear how badly you need it.”

“Logan...” she whimpered, drowning in the pleasure I was giving her.

“We’re so close, baby girl,” I promised, my fingers relentless. “Hold on for me, just a little more.”

“But... I need...” she gasped, unable to finish.

“I know,” I whispered, brushing a kiss to her trembling thigh. “I’ve got you.”

And then I gave the command she was dying to hear.

“Come for me, baby girl.”

As the words left my lips, I sealed them around her clit and sucked hard, dragging a cry from her throat so raw and beautiful it echoed in my soul. Her entire body tensed, then shattered as her orgasm tore through her. I felt her release gush over my hand, and I met her gaze as I sucked her cum off my fingers.

“Goddess, you taste like heaven,” I groaned. “I need more.”

I spread her thighs wider and dove in, tongue flicking, licking, tasting every part of her. She was still trembling, her body barely recovering from the first wave when I drove her straight into another. Her hips rocked, grinding into my mouth, chasing every stroke of my tongue.

One hand gripped my hair while the other played with her breasts, her fingers tugging at her nipples, the sight of it nearly undoing me. She reached down to rub her clit, but I wasn’t about to let her take control. That was my job.

I batted her hand away, pulled back just long enough to replace my tongue with two fingers, then thrust them deep inside her again. I alternated between sucking her clit and flicking it with fast, teasing strokes, keeping her right on that edge.

“Fuck! Oh Goddess, Logan!” she screamed as she came again, her walls clamping down so hard my fingers were trapped.

And that’s when it happened.

Thunder cracked above us—sharp and sudden. My brain registered the strangeness of it, considering the sky had been clear... but it didn’t matter. The sound of her screaming my name while she soaked my face with her release was too much. I came, unrestrained and raw, groaning with the force of it.

Even then, I didn’t stop.

I kept licking her, savoring her taste, drawing out every last tremble until she collapsed beneath me, completely spent. I crawled up her body and kissed her, slow and deep, sharing the taste of her with her. She gasped into my mouth, but didn’t pull away.

“You taste like honey,” I whispered, lips brushing hers. “Sweetest thing I’ve ever had. And I’ll never get enough of you.”

I kissed her again until our lungs begged for air, then pulled her close, tucking her into my side. Her skin was warm, her breath steadying. But inside me... I wasn’t calm. I meant every word—I would never get enough of her. And that scared the hell out of me.

Because I wasn’t sure if she felt the same.