My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 275

Dahlia's POV

His palm shifted to gentle caresses, tracing over the heated skin until another rush of slick answered his touch. He dragged his thumb through the wetness, gathering it up before trailing lower, circling the tight, untouched ring at my back entrance. The new sensation made me jolt, but his slow, teasing movements melted away the surprise until all that was left was a dizzy, aching pleasure.

“Someday very soon, I’m going to claim you here too, baby girl,” Logan whispered darkly. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”

“Fuck it,” Liam snarled, voice fraying at the edges with need. “I can’t wait another second to taste you.”

His hand was on me the next moment, plunging his fingers deep into my soaked heat. He tilted my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze as his fingers worked me, stretching and stroking until I was a trembling mess in his hands. When he finally pulled free, he sat back on his heels, licking his fingers clean with slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue.

“Damn, baby,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “You taste even better than I imagined. I’ll be back for more.”

The knot coiled so tightly inside me, I thought I might snap apart, teetering right on the edge of release. Their game was torture — dragging me so close, only to pull me back again and again until I was nothing but raw, frustrated need.

A frustrated growl tore free from me before I could stop it. Logan’s hand landed hard on my ass, the sting making me yelp.

“Don’t you dare growl at me, baby girl,” Logan warned, his voice all steel and authority. “One more outburst, and we start over.”

“No!” I gasped, the desperation bleeding into my voice. “Please, Alpha… that was nine!”

Starting over would shatter me. I was already hanging by a thread.

“Shh, Angel,” Liam cooed softly, brushing his fingers along my jaw. “You’re doing so well. Just one more.”

The final smack came — softer this time, barely a sting, more a gesture than a punishment. Logan’s hands shifted from dominance to comfort, lifting me into his lap, cradling me as Liam moved to rub soothing circles along my legs and arms.

“You did so fucking good for us, baby girl,” Logan whispered against my neck, pressing tender kisses to the sensitive skin there. “So proud of you. You’re perfect.”

The praise made my heart stutter, and I bit down on the inside of my cheek to fight the smile threatening to bloom across my face.

“Bring her to me, brother,” Liam’s voice came, low and commanding from where he lounged on the bed. “It’s my turn to taste her.”

When my gaze landed on him, I swore I forgot how to breathe. He was stretched out across the sheets, stripped to nothing but his boxer briefs, every inch of his sculpted body on full display. My eyes locked on the thick, straining bulge between his legs, and the hunger that surged through me was immediate and blinding.

I’d never wanted to wrap my lips around anything more in my life.

My voice dropped to a needy, sultry whisper, my gaze never leaving his cock. “When do I get to taste you?”

The twins let out matching groans, their restraint snapping thin at the sound of my offer.

“Not tonight, Angel,” Liam murmured, his voice a deep, velvet refusal. Logan had already lifted me, carefully guiding me to straddle his brother’s face. My knees pressed into the mattress on either side of Liam’s head, spread wide and shameless, leaving me exposed and trembling as his dark gaze roamed over me.

“Fuck... that’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen,” Liam groaned, his hands gliding slowly up and down my thighs, tracing every inch of bare skin as he inched closer and closer to where I craved him most. Each teasing stroke stole the strength from my thoughts, unraveling my will.

“But... when?” I whined, fighting the fog of pleasure clouding my mind, determined not to lose focus.

“Soon, baby girl,” Logan promised from behind me, his voice laced with certainty and hunger. “Trust me, we want it just as much. But tonight, let us take care of you.”

I wanted to argue, to push for more — but my words dissolved into nothing as Liam slid his thumbs along my slick folds, parting me open. His tongue traced a slow, deliberate line from my aching entrance to my swollen clit, followed by the intoxicating pull of his lips as he sucked and nibbled the sensitive nub, his tongue circling in a rhythm so perfect it sent shivers straight down my spine.

Behind me, Logan had rid me of my dress entirely. His mouth found the sensitive hollow where neck met shoulder, lips and teeth branding my marking spot with slow, claiming kisses. His hands wandered over my stomach, gliding upward until they molded around my breasts, palms warm and possessive.

“Absolute perfection,” he whispered roughly into my ear, his fingers toying with my nipples — rolling, tugging, and pinching them just enough to make my breath catch.

A constant stream of nectar was leaking from me, coating Liam’s mouth as he devoured every drop like a starving man. Between his skilled torment and Logan’s relentless assault on my chest, I was lost in a haze of raw pleasure, moans spilling out of me in a helpless, broken symphony. My head dropped back onto Logan’s shoulder, my entire body melting under the fire they had lit in my veins.

“You taste sweeter than any honey, Angel,” Liam groaned against me. His hands slipped beneath my ass, lifting me slightly, pulling me closer, adjusting me. I barely had time to wonder about the shift before his tongue was plunging deep inside me, filling me, stroking the fluttering walls of my core with each relentless thrust.

One of Logan’s hands snaked lower, fingers finding my clit and teasing it in slow, maddening circles, adding a second wave of pleasure to the storm already drowning me. My hips moved on instinct, grinding down on Liam’s face, chasing the release they both coaxed me toward.

“That’s it, doll. Come for us,” Logan encouraged, voice deep and commanding, his fingers giving my clit a sharp, punishing pinch just as my body tipped over the edge.

The orgasm hit hard, my entire body tensing as my release gushed out in a wave, coating Liam’s face. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, and still his tongue kept moving, unrelenting, working me through every ripple and spasm until my body slumped, spent and boneless, against Logan.

When I finally found enough strength to lift my head, I glanced down at Liam, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment. My release glistened on his chin, his neck, even across my own thighs, but his dark, hungry gaze never wavered from mine. Slowly, deliberately, he began licking the mess from my skin, his tongue tracing my inner thighs, his mouth returning to suck the lingering sweetness from between my folds.

“Fucking delicious,” he growled between laps, voice low and wrecked with satisfaction.

“I told you she was sweet,” Logan murmured, his hands massaging my shoulders and arms, grounding me, his voice laced with pride.

The fire that had left me burning only moments before was now reduced to warm, flickering embers. My limbs felt heavy, my head lolling back against Logan’s chest, the world tilting as exhaustion swept over me. Between the haze of alcohol, the lingering sting of my earlier punishment, and the shattering waves of pleasure my mates had dragged from me, I could barely keep my eyes open.

“She’s done for,” Liam chuckled softly, pressing tender kisses to the inside of my thigh.

“Let’s lay her down,” Logan murmured against my temple, brushing a kiss there. “I’ll grab a warm cloth to clean her up.”

I barely felt it as he lifted me into his arms, cradling me with careful reverence, before lowering me onto the bed. The world was soft and distant, their voices floating around me like a lullaby.

“I’ll grab a t-shirt for her,” Liam offered.

“No. Don’t,” Logan countered immediately. “My wolf needs her skin against ours. He missed her too much last night.”

“Yeah,” Liam agreed, his voice dropping. “Ghost feels the same.”

I caught the faint sounds of movement — water running in the bathroom, footsteps on the floor — and briefly, I thought to check in with Blue. But she was quiet, purring softly in the back of my mind, content and at peace, having felt the connection to our mates restored.

A warm cloth dabbed gently between my legs, Logan’s touch tender as he cleaned me. The bed dipped on either side as both of them climbed in, their bodies surrounding mine, encasing me in a cocoon of heat and strength.

The last sensation I registered was the solid warmth of my mates pulling me close, their scent and touch soothing the last fragments of consciousness away until sleep claimed me, deep and dreamless.