My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 283

Liam’s POV

The only part of me that wasn’t frozen was my eyes—and they were wide open, drinking in every inch of the room. My twin stood beside me, silent as death, and the absence of his breath told me he was just as stunned as I was. Somewhere between leaving our parents’ home and stepping through this door, I must have crossed over—because what I was seeing had to be heaven.

Candles bathed every surface in a golden glow, their flickering light dancing over rose petals scattered across the floor and covering the bed in a sensual, romantic blanket. And right there, in the center of it all, like a vision conjured from every unspoken desire I’d ever had, was my angel.

She looked divine—serene yet utterly enticing—kneeling on the bed with her knees parted, spine straight, sitting delicately on her heels. Her head was bowed in a picture of innocence, but her teeth gently worried her bottom lip as she dared to glance up at us. That one look made my cock twitch in anticipation. But that was before I took in what she was wearing.

The purity of her gaze clashed exquisitely with the sinful little outfit barely covering her.

God help me, the contrast was lethal.

If anyone wanted to define temptation, they’d need only to look at her. The scrap of lace she wore—somewhere between lingerie and a whispered promise—could generously be called a teddy. In truth, it was a series of black lace ribbons that slinked from her shoulders, teased over the swell of her breasts, barely concealing her erect nipples, then plunged into a deep V at her navel before flaring into a crotchless bottom that left nothing to the imagination.

Fucking hell.

“Christ, baby girl,” Logan ground out beside me, voice tight with restraint, his whole body taut with the effort not to pounce.

His words were the jolt I needed to snap out of my stupor. I could no more stop myself from reaching for her than I could stop breathing—and Ghost, my wolf, had already surged forward. He was beyond patience, beyond reason.

My movement sparked Logan to act as well, and just like that, our mate had two ravenous wolves circling her. Lia tilted her chin up ever so slightly, peeking up at us with a look that was equal parts shy innocence and raw, sultry promise.

“Are you sure, baby girl?” Logan asked, his voice gentle but edged with seriousness as he hooked a finger beneath her chin to coax her gaze to his. “Once we make you ours, there’s no turning back. We won’t ever let you go.”

I stopped breathing, frozen in the moment. We were too close—far too close—for her to retreat now. I didn’t think I’d survive it if she withdrew her acceptance.

“I’m sure,” she whispered, her voice like velvet—soft, certain, and undeniably seductive. “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever, Angel,” I vowed, and every cell in my body meant it.

“And we’re yours,” Logan added, voice thick with emotion. “Come here.”

He helped her up on her knees, drawing her close, his gaze locked with hers as though nothing else existed. Even with their lips nearly touching, he didn’t break eye contact, staring at her like she held the entire universe in her eyes.

Lia stared back, her expression a tangle of feelings—desire, uncertainty, awe, perhaps even fear. But one emotion eclipsed the rest. If it wasn’t love, it was its twin—close enough that my wolf and I could spend eternity basking in it.

Logan must have seen it too, because then his lips claimed hers.

I stood by, watching. I didn’t mind. This was their moment, and I knew mine was coming. Passion flared between them—hungry, unrelenting. Their lips met in an urgent dance, teeth grazing, tongues tasting.

I shifted, trying to ease the pressure in my pants, my arousal becoming almost painful. Just as I thought I couldn’t wait another second, she reached out to me, pulling me into their world. Her touch reminded me that she needed me just as deeply.

As I stepped into their space, Logan released her lips, trailing his attention to her neck, and I seized my chance. My hands framed her face as I kissed her, starting soft and reverent. I took my time, worshipping the curve of her lips, letting her wildflower-and-honey scent wrap around me, drawing me under.

When I licked the seam of her lips, tasting that sweetness, I groaned aloud.

Whether it was my kiss or Logan’s mouth at her throat, she moaned, parting her lips and letting me in. Her tongue met mine, teasing, daring me to surrender. For a moment, I let her lead—but the need to claim her was too strong. I pressed harder, deepening the kiss until it left us both breathless.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tight and tugging hard, and I knew Logan was receiving the same treatment.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I glanced over. Logan had already pulled the lace aside, his mouth worshipping one of her nipples. His tongue circled and flicked it, while his other hand kneaded the full weight of her breast. His touch was slow, methodical, and so damn reverent it made my chest ache.

I mirrored him, sliding the delicate fabric from her other nipple to pinch and roll it between my fingers. My lips followed the path of her neck, leaving behind love bites that marked her as ours in every way we could—for now.

Ghost pushed hard against my consciousness, urging me to mark her. My gums ached with the need to extend my canines. But pack law forbade it before the official mating ceremony. Until then, the marks we left with lips and teeth would have to be enough.

Still, I knew once we mated, our scents would entwine, a declaration to the world that she belonged to us—and we to her.

Lia’s moans grew louder, her limbs heavy, her body pliant in our arms.

“She’s close to falling apart,” I said, chuckling softly. “Let’s lay her down before she collapses from pleasure.”

Together, we eased her onto her back, handling her with care. We stepped away only long enough to shed our clothes, and I didn’t miss the hungry sweep of her gaze as she watched us. Her arousal curled around me like smoke, intoxicating and potent.

But I didn’t rush. I needed to remember her like this—burn every inch of her into memory.

She was stunning, stretched out like a siren in the candlelight.

Every line, every soft curve, seemed carved by fate to fit me. It was as though she’d been pulled straight from my dreams—long before I knew her name or face. I couldn’t read Logan’s thoughts, but our bond hummed with shared awe.

He felt the same way I did.

She was perfect.

Ours.