My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 274

Dahlia's POV

Logan slammed the SUV into park, the engine's growl echoing in the sudden silence. He was out of the car in a flash, already yanking open the back door. I sat frozen, still perched on Liam’s lap, my body refusing to follow my mind's command to move.

“Pass her to me,” Logan’s voice was clipped, the impatience clear.

Liam shifted, lifting me effortlessly by the waist and passing me into Logan’s waiting arms. But before I could protest, he flipped me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, carrying me toward the front door without a hint of hesitation.

“Put me down! I can walk!” I hissed, my fists pounding uselessly against his back.

“Not a chance,” Logan’s voice was low, his grip tightening. “You’re in big trouble, baby girl. Hold still while I figure out what to do with you.”

The sharp crack of his hand landing on my ass made me flinch, my heart racing with a mix of anger and something else.

“What did I do?” I whined, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

“Oh, you know exactly what you did,” Logan growled, the heat in his voice unmistakable. “But if you want to keep playing dumb, we can talk about it upstairs.”

I shot a glance at Liam, silently pleading for an intervention, but his face remained impassive, his gaze locked straight ahead.

Logan didn’t slow his pace, taking the stairs two at a time until we reached my room. The sound of Liam locking the door behind us was a finality I felt deep in my chest. Logan set me down on my feet, but before I could take a step toward the bathroom, I collided with Liam’s chest.

“Going somewhere, Angel?” Liam’s voice was rich with authority, his stance blocking my escape.

“Nope,” I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from his intense gaze. But Logan’s voice, commanding and amused, cut through the moment.

“Come here, doll,” Logan ordered from where he sat at the edge of the bed, his legs spread wide in a way that made my pulse quicken. I hesitated but moved toward him, standing between his knees. Instead of speaking to me, Logan looked over my shoulder at Liam, a silent exchange passing between them.

“How many do you think she deserves?” Logan’s voice was casual, though I could feel the weight of his question.

My mind raced. What was he talking about?

Liam paused, his expression thoughtful. “Let’s see... She ditched us last night, left us to sleep alone, avoided us all day, and let that mutt, Silas, put his hands on her all night.”

“Hey! Silas is just a friend!” I protested, my voice a mixture of indignation and panic.

But neither of them seemed to hear me. They kept talking as though I wasn’t even there.

“Not to mention the bar. She leaves, wearing that dress, getting wasted—anything could’ve happened to her.” Logan’s voice darkened.

Liam’s voice was firm. “That’s worth at least ten.”

Logan nodded in agreement, his eyes locking onto mine with a predatory gleam. Before I could react, he pulled me across his lap with a sharp yank. My body went limp in surprise, and I was left trying to catch up with the shift in position as he settled me firmly over his knee.

“Naughty little wolves get spanked, baby girl,” Logan’s voice was low, teasing, yet edged with authority. “And as Liam pointed out, you’ve been very naughty. But since it’s your first time, we’ll keep it at ten swats.”

His hands, calloused and firm, slid up my thighs, inching under the hem of my dress to stroke the smooth skin of my ass. The touch was almost tender, but it made my heart race in a way I couldn’t explain.

Liam moved in front of me, kneeling to lift my chin gently. His gaze was heavy with intent, and when he kissed me softly, I felt my body respond against my will.

“Keep your eyes on me, Angel,” Liam commanded softly. “I want to see your face as you take the pain, and I want to see how it turns into something else.”

I wanted to fight it, wanted to turn my head, but his voice, the intensity in his eyes, made me feel like I had no choice. I felt Logan’s fingers at the waistband of my thong, tugging it down slowly.

“Fuck, love,” Logan muttered, his voice hoarse. “What are you trying to do to me with this?”

Liam broke our gaze just long enough to glance at the offending garment, his expression darkening with a mixture of desire and frustration.

Logan’s voice, softer now, coaxing, “Are you ready, baby girl? Do you remember your safe word?”

My heart pounded, my body betraying me with the wetness pooling between my legs. I wanted to scream at him to stop, to not do this, but the words that came out were quiet, almost a whisper.

“Yes.”

The sharp sting of Logan’s hand landing on my ass caught me off guard. The sound of the slap echoed through the room, and my breath hitched. I could feel the heat of my arousal in the air, thick and undeniable.

Liam’s voice cut through the haze of sensation. “Yes what, Angel? When you’re being punished, you address us properly. Alpha, or Sir.”

Logan’s voice was equally stern. “That doesn’t count. We’ll add to your punishment for breaking the rules.”

My cheeks flushed with both embarrassment and something darker. “Yes, Alpha,” I said, my voice low, defiant.

“Good girl,” Logan purred, his fingers stroking the curve of my hips. “Now count for me.”

Another sharp smack landed on my other cheek, and I gasped, the sting mingling with the heat of his touch. His hand immediately soothed the burn, sending tremors through me.

“One…” I choked out, my voice trembling as another gush of slick trickled down my thighs. The sting of two more sharp smacks left me squirming helplessly across his lap, but Logan’s heavy arm slid around my waist, locking me in place like a vice.

“Two... three,” I moaned, breathless, as the words tumbled out. My eyes flicked to Liam, catching the way his gaze devoured me, dark and intense. My entire body sparked to life beneath the weight of his hungry stare.

“Four!” I yelped, caught off guard as Logan’s hand came down again, sharp and unrelenting.

The familiar ache was already pooling deep between my legs, my body shamelessly betraying me as I arched, desperate for any friction against Logan’s firm thigh. But the only reward for my neediness was another punishing swat that made me cry out.

“Ah-ah, no, doll,” Logan scolded, his voice low and commanding. “You’re being punished. You’ll get your release when we decide you’ve earned it. Right now, your body isn’t yours — it’s ours. Stay still, or we’ll start adding more to your count.”

“Five,” I whispered, barely able to force the number past my lips as I bit down hard to silence the moan building in my throat. But Liam wasn’t about to let me hide. His thumb pried my lip free, only for his mouth to replace it, his teeth sinking in possessively.

“That mouth is mine tonight, Angel,” he murmured against it, voice a dark promise. “Don’t you dare hold back. Let us hear you.”

“Breaking the rules already, baby girl?” Logan teased, and another sharp smack punctuated the accusation. But this time, instead of easing the sting, his fingers plunged deep into my soaked core, thick and unyielding as they stretched me open.

“Fuck… so tight,” he groaned, his tone dripping with hunger, but I knew it wasn’t a complaint — it never was.

“N-No, Alpha... six,” I gasped, the number spilling out with a broken moan as his fingers thrust deeper, stroking the sensitive walls inside me.

Holding still was impossible. My whole body trembled under the pressure, the orgasm threatening to crash over me like a tidal wave. Just when I thought I couldn’t take another second, Logan withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. A whimper slipped free before I could stop it.

“Mmm,” Logan groaned, lifting his glistening fingers to his mouth. He sucked them clean, savoring me with a low, satisfied hum before releasing them with a soft pop. “Our girl tastes so fucking sweet, brother. And I’d know — I’ve had more than my fair share while you were away.”

Liam’s eyes darkened, a dangerous glint flickering behind them. Whether it was hunger or jealousy, I couldn’t tell — both left my cheeks burning under his searing stare.

“In that case,” he growled, his voice rough and edged with his wolf, “it’s only fair I get my turn. I’ll clean her up when you’re done. I want to savor her for myself.”

“Seven... eight,” I whimpered, my voice quivering as Logan’s hand came down twice more, the strikes landing harder this time, making my breath hitch.