My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 287

Logan’s POV

I woke up tangled in a delicious mess of limbs.

Lia was sprawled completely over me, her soft body pressed tight, legs straddling my hips and her face tucked into my chest like I was her favorite pillow. And as if that wasn't perfect enough, Liam lay draped half over her, his arm slung possessively across her back and one leg thrown over both of us like he couldn’t bear to let her go.

I stayed still, eyes closed, not ready to break the spell of that moment. My chest rose and fell beneath her, and a grin tugged at my lips as last night played back in vivid detail. I couldn’t believe she was really ours—truly, completely, irrevocably ours. A living, breathing dream lying right here in my arms. I had to relive it again and again just to believe it was real.

Our little mate barely got any sleep. I’d lost track of how many times Liam and I claimed her, how many times she surrendered to us with breathless moans and trembling limbs. We didn’t let her rest until the sky began to lighten. Sunlight now poured through the windows, marking the afternoon, but I had no intention of moving from this bed.

The only thing that might tempt me out of this room was tonight’s announcement—we were going to introduce Lia to the pack as our future Luna. She’d accepted our bond, and that meant there was no more reason to wait.

At some point, Liam gently shifted her off of me and drew her close, her back nestled to his chest. I kept still, letting him have his moment. I heard him inhale deeply, drinking in her scent like it was oxygen.

Then came the soft, wet sound of his lips trailing down her neck. I turned my head slightly so I could watch her face. I wanted to be the first thing she saw when she woke. But even with Liam’s lips worshiping her skin, she resisted waking up.

A soft sigh slipped from her lips—so sweet, so effortlessly seductive even in sleep. She was the most breathtaking creature I had ever seen. I watched her intently, but from the corner of my eye, I could see Liam’s hand begin to roam, palming her breasts and teasing her nipples with maddening precision.

Her eyes snapped open and locked with mine at the same moment the scent of her arousal hit me like a shot of adrenaline. She didn’t look away. Her lips parted on a shaky moan as Liam’s fingers slipped between her thighs.

"I need you again, Angel. One more time... can you take me?" he murmured against her skin.

"Yes... I need you too," she whispered, her eyes never breaking from mine.

Liam’s low groan against her neck was answer enough. I could hear the wet sound of his fingers working her, and my cock surged to life at the noise alone. They were still lying on their sides, Liam behind her. And then he moved—lifting her top leg, draping it over me.

I knew exactly what he intended the moment he slid into her. Her face twisted, a perfect storm of pain and pleasure, and I felt it like it was happening to me.

"Keep your eyes on me, baby girl," I ordered, my voice rough with need. "I want to see your face while my brother takes you."

I gripped myself tightly, stroking to the rhythm of her gasps. I didn’t want her to look anywhere else. I wanted to see every twitch of desire in those stunning blue eyes. Every quiver of her lips. Every ripple of pleasure as it claimed her.

"There’s no need for your other mate to take care of himself when you’ve got a perfectly good hand," Liam growled in her ear. He guided her hand to me, wrapping her delicate fingers around my aching length.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth, thrusting into her hand. Sparks exploded under my skin where she touched me.

I covered her hand with mine, guiding her strokes for a few beats—but she didn’t need help. She knew exactly how to make me lose control.

And she was trying to be quiet—biting down on that plump lip, trying to muffle the whimpers pouring out of her. I wanted to free it, to bite it myself, to taste every sound she was trying to swallow down. But instead, I got lost in those darkening eyes of hers.

Her wolf was surfacing—inky shadows swirling in her irises—and mine answered with a low growl of longing. We both wanted the same thing: complete, primal connection.

"Don’t you dare close your eyes," I warned her, voice low and commanding. "When you come, you look at me. I want you to see who’s bringing you to ecstasy."

"Come for us, Angel," Liam whispered against her ear.

He brought her hand between her thighs again, helping her circle her clit. Her body arched, a cry tearing from her throat as her orgasm took her—and I spilled myself across her stomach, unable to hold back.

I’d never looked a woman in the eye while I came. Never wanted to. Never needed to. But this—this was something else. As she shattered with her gaze locked to mine, something raw and vulnerable flickered in her expression. Trust. Utter and unguarded.

I’d known I loved her before this moment. But I hadn’t said it. Liam had beat me to it last night, and it hadn’t felt right to echo his words like an afterthought.

But now… now it poured from me, unstoppable.

"I love you, baby girl. So fucking much."

And then I kissed her like I’d never stop.