My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 291

Liam's POV

The past few days had passed in a haze of lust and overwhelming need. Our wolves had been in overdrive, urging for constant contact, an insatiable craving to be connected with our mate. Neither Logan nor I had any complaints. The idea of being apart from Lia, even for a second, was unbearable. If we could remain like this forever, bound together in this intimate, primal connection, we would.

But the Alpha blood coursing through our veins, while driving our obsession, also carried the weight of responsibility—duty to the pack.

Bastian, our Beta, had stepped up in our absence, taking charge of the pack's immediate needs so Logan and I could focus on our bond, on cementing our place with Lia. But sooner or later, the pull of responsibility would call, and today seemed to be that day.

I held Lia in my arms, unwilling to let go of this moment. I knew what was coming. Logan had already left for an early meeting with the architect. Soon, I would need to meet with Bastian and Nikolai to catch up on everything that had happened while we’d been... preoccupied. But for now, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Lia lay sprawled across the bed like a starfish, her small body covering me with an ease that felt natural. Her long, silky hair cascaded over me, framing my face. We’d both learned, with surprising amusement, that our mate was a bed hog. For someone so small, she certainly took up a lot of space.

But we didn’t mind. Not at all. It meant part of her was always touching us, and that was exactly what we needed to feel grounded. I especially loved burying my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her, feeling her warmth. It was addictive.

My fingers moved through the soft curls, enjoying the sensation of each strand slipping through my fingers. The tight corkscrews bounced back to their original shape as I released them, and I couldn’t help but smile. It had become a habit—one I relished. The peace of these moments was soothing, but there was a dark, gnawing thought that wouldn’t leave me.

A few nights ago, the night we had introduced Lia as our Luna, we’d received unsettling news. The storm that had raged on the night of our mating had caused minimal damage to the grounds, but it was the strange details surrounding the storm that disturbed me.

Bastian and Nikolai had filled us in on what had happened that night, a report that I hadn’t fully processed at the time.

"An entire forest surrounding us, and yet lightning strikes the one tree near the house," Logan had pointed out, voice laced with disbelief. "And mom’s favorite tree, no less."

"It gets stranger," Nikolai added. "I was on patrol when Bastian called me. He asked if I needed to send men to reinforce the stream to prevent it from overflowing. I thought he was losing his mind. He kept saying it was ‘raining wolves,’ but I didn’t believe him. Thought he was joking."

"He thought I was pranking him," Bastian interjected, clearly still frustrated.

"So I ran out to the pack house to see for myself. And when I walked in from the forest, I saw it immediately. There was a line, a wall of rain, and the only place it was coming down was over the house and the grounds. It was like a strange barrier. Bastian, of course, was soaked through, while I stood there, dry as bone, just outside the boundary." Nikolai’s voice carried disbelief, and I couldn’t shake the unease rising within me.

The memory brought back flashes from that night—the storm had grown louder, more intense, just as Lia’s emotions swelled with each passing moment. And then, the lightning had struck. My mind clicked.

Logan’s eyes met mine, an unspoken understanding passing between us. Could it be a manifestation of Lia’s abilities—abilities she hadn’t yet fully learned to control? If so, her training needed to begin, and quickly. If the pleasure of being with us could summon lightning and burn a tree, what might happen if she were angry?

We knew she would never intentionally harm anyone, but if her powers were tied to her emotions like that, it could get dangerous. Her wolves, our wolves, were demanding. Possessive, needy, emotionally volatile. The longer we waited to complete our mating ceremony, the more likely she was to lose control—just like she had when we tried to follow her to the bathroom the other day. It wouldn’t take much for her frustration to break the surface, and we both feared what that might mean.

I would never let her believe she was a danger. I wouldn’t let her go through this alone. But Logan, my brother, he was still struggling with his own demons. He doubted himself, felt unworthy, and as much as his wolf craved Lia, his insecurities kept him from letting go. He couldn’t bear to let her out of his sight for too long, let alone trust her with training alone. And yet, we had a pack to manage, a responsibility we couldn’t abandon.

We both knew the answer wasn’t to rush into the ceremony either. We couldn’t just take her through that until she was truly ready. The weight of the Luna role was more than just a title—it would change her life, our lives, forever. But that pressure was already starting to crack.

I had no answer yet, but I was determined to find one.

A shift in the air brought me back to the present, and I looked down to see Lia’s sleepy, half-awake smile.

"Good morning, Angel," I murmured, tightening my hold around her.

"Mm, good morning," she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. "Where’s Logan?" Her nose wrinkled in that adorable way she did when something didn’t quite make sense.

"He had an early meeting, slipped out so he wouldn’t wake you," I explained.

Her eyes flashed with a flicker of annoyance, the possessiveness already creeping in, and it made me smile. Looks like we weren’t the only ones who were feeling clingy right now.

"Do you have to work too?" Her voice was small, dejected.

"I do, Angel," I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "But I’ve still got time. We can cuddle a little longer before I have to go."

"Just cuddle?" Her expression was a mix of playful and skeptical.

I chuckled. "I’m open to suggestions."

A slow smirk spread across her face, and before I could even react, she climbed over me, straddling my hips with a gleam in her eye.

I felt her arousal before I even saw it—the slick heat of her against my groin, the dampness of her panties pressing against my already hard cock. The need for her surged through me like a storm, and my body instinctively tensed, ready to dominate.

But I held back, letting her take control for now.

She kissed along my jaw, down my neck, her lips fiery against my skin. When she reached my marking spot, she sucked hard, and I couldn’t suppress the groan that ripped from my throat. She ground herself against me, her slickness coating me with every movement, her hardened nipples brushing against my chest, driving me wild.

"Fuck, Angel," I growled, barely holding onto the thin thread of control. "You’re driving me insane."

She wrapped her small hand around my cock, stroking me with an intensity that made my mind spin. I wanted to throw her down and take her, claim her fully, but for now, I let her keep her control.

But just as the intensity built, Logan’s voice interrupted through our mental link.

"Hey, bro! You in the office yet?"

I fought to block him out, but Lia's hands and mouth were working magic on me. Her lips found their way down my chest, and my focus split. Logan’s voice pierced through the haze of pleasure.

"Ry, I know you can hear me. Your block is down. Why are you ignoring me?" His voice was relentless.

I tried to ignore him. The pleasure of Lia’s touch was overwhelming, but my brother wouldn’t relent.

"LIAM!" he shouted in my mind.

"Fuck!" I groaned, frustrated.

"What do you want, Logan?" I snapped.

"What the hell is your problem?" he fired back.

"I’m trying to get laid!" I gritted through my teeth.

"Shit! Sorry!" Logan’s voice faltered for a moment before coming back with confusion. "Wait—why was your block down then, dumbass?"

"I forgot, alright?" I snapped back, my patience wearing thin.

But Logan wasn’t done. "Well, I hope you're taking care of my baby girl. She needs at least three orgasms before you finish!"

"Shut the fuck up, Logan!" I barked. "I don’t need sex advice from my twin!"

"What's wrong?" Lia’s voice called to me, soft and concerned.

I blinked, realizing I had gotten so wrapped up in the mental conversation with Logan that I had neglected her. "I'm so sorry, Angel."

She frowned, worried. "If it’s important, we can stop."

"NO!" I responded too quickly, then softened my tone. "I mean, no, it’s fine. We’re done talking."

"Okay then," she said with a mischievous wink, "Why don’t you leave the link open?"

I couldn’t help but smirk. "She wants me to leave the link open," I told Logan, turning my full attention back to my mate.

"Fucking little vixen!" Logan cursed through our link.

I shared the rush of pleasure through our bond as Lia continued to work her magic on me, her passion building with every stroke, every kiss. And I couldn’t help but share it all—our pleasure, our connection—with Logan.

With a growl, I flipped Lia onto her back, straddling her torso. I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together, and pushed them against my cock, sliding slowly between them. Her soft moans filled the air, adding to the eroticism, and I shared it all with Logan, who was now clearly losing his mind.

"Fuck! I have to pull over!" he responded, unable to contain his reaction.