My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 298

Liam’s POV

That was it—no more waiting. I’d given her space, more than enough, because I knew I was the last person she wanted to see after the way I treated her. But I couldn’t stay away any longer. I needed her to let me make things right. I needed to apologize. I’d lashed out, stressed and overwhelmed, and I took it out on her when she deserved none of it. She deserved far better. And all I could do now was hope she might give me the chance to prove I could be the man she needed—better, more in control.

Logan hadn’t left her side since he returned. The fury he wore like armor when he walked through the door? That was fear, plain and simple. He was terrified for her, and I saw it—the way his wolf paced just beneath the surface, restless until he was sure his mate was safe and whole.

He hadn’t been the one who upset her this time. That burden was mine. So I thought maybe being around him would soothe her, help her find some peace. But now, I couldn’t stay away. My wolf was restless too—we needed her.

I crept down the hallway to her room, moving silently, careful not to disturb her if she was asleep. Even from the hallway, the thick scent of sex still lingered—hers, mine, and Logan’s—a reminder of what we’d shared that morning. A moment of unity, of passion. My chest tightened with want, but I forced the memories away. This wasn’t about desire—it was about amends.

Still, my hand trembled slightly as I reached for the doorknob. The quiet groan of the hinges as the door creaked open made me flinch, but what I saw through the narrow gap scattered every coherent thought I’d had.

Lia was bent over the bed, wearing nothing but a delicate lace thong that barely concealed her. My breath caught. It was like being hurled back in time—to the first day I saw her. She’d been in the same position then, innocent and unknowing of our connection, while I stood there silently, fighting the primal urge to claim what was mine.

But now—everything had changed. She wasn’t that girl anymore. She was mine. Entirely. She knew what I was, who I was. And I didn’t have to hold back anymore. I couldn’t.

She knew I was there. I saw it in the subtle lift of her shoulders as my scent reached her. She didn’t turn around. Didn’t acknowledge me. She kept straightening the sheets, her movements deliberate, her hips swaying just enough to taunt me. She was still upset. But her body—her scent—betrayed her. She wanted me.

I watched her for a long moment, my feet rooted to the floor, my breath shallow. She whimpered softly, her hips shifting back, inviting. Tempting. Part of me wanted to make her wait, the way I had waited for any sign she was okay. But I couldn’t punish her for something I caused. Her letting me touch her now—it was a gift. One I didn’t deserve.

I stepped closer, letting my fingers ghost over the curve of her hips, trailing down the path of her thong, teasing the sensitive skin near where I ached to be. My touch grazed her folds, circling her entrance, coaxing need from her with every soft motion. Her soft whimpers rose to needy whines as she pressed back against me, silently pleading.

A sharp smack landed on her ass, and she gasped, the sound thick with arousal.

“Stay still, my angel,” I murmured, leaning in close to whisper in her ear. “Be a good girl, and I’ll make you scream.”

Her breath hitched, and I caught the faint growl at the back of her throat before she forced herself to still. Obedient. Waiting.

I stepped back only to undress, my eyes never leaving her. She didn’t move, but the shallow rhythm of her breathing gave her away. She was trembling with restraint.

Once I was bare, I returned to her—pressing against her, our skin brushing, her heat calling to me. The bed was just the right height. I let my cock slide between her soaked folds, teasing her. My hands roamed her back before slipping under the lacy bralette she still wore. I cupped her breasts, her nipples stiff against my palms as I lifted the fabric and pulled it over her head.

Now nearly bare beneath me, she moaned, her face turned to the side, cheeks flushed, lips parted in a perfect pout. I took in the view with reverent hunger, imagining her lips around me as I returned my hands to the curves of her ass, drawing out louder moans with every touch.

“Please, Liam,” she begged, voice trembling.

Another sharp smack made her yelp, her body jerking with the impact as more slickness spilled from her core.

“Shhh, love,” I murmured, my tone firm. “I’m in control now. You’re going to stay right there and take everything I give you—how and when I choose. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she said defiantly, eyes glinting with challenge. She knew I preferred her to call me Alpha when we played. I smacked her again.

“I think someone enjoys being spanked,” I teased.

“No, sir—I mean, Alpha.” She was testing her limits. I let it slide. Barely.

“Then remember how to address your Alpha when I ask a question.” I didn’t wait for a reply. My fingers plunged into her dripping heat, fast and hard, wringing a cry from her throat.

“Ah, fuck!” she screamed, her legs shaking, fighting the urge to ride my hand. Her slick coated my fingers, ran down her thighs—a sight so intoxicating I had to clench my jaw to keep control.

“So wet for me, Angel,” I groaned, fingers pumping relentlessly. “Are you ready to take my cock?”

“Yes, please,” she moaned, her voice caught between desperation and devotion.

“Yes, who?” I demanded, delivering another sharp spank. Her skin bloomed pink beneath my hand.

“Yes, Alpha! Please—please fuck me, Alpha!” The plea tore from her lips, and my cock pulsed at the sound.

I withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at her entrance, my tip just barely touching her slick opening.

“Anything for you, Angel,” I grunted, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto me as I thrust in deep in a single, fluid motion.

Her scream filled the room as I buried myself to the hilt, giving her no time to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in.

“Is that what you want?” I teased, pausing just long enough for her to answer before thrusting back into her.

“Fuck, yes!” she cried, breathless and raw. Smack! My hand came down on her ass again.

“Yes, Alpha!” she corrected instantly, her voice trembling with pleasure.

“Good girl,” I growled in praise, driving into her with unrelenting force. Words couldn’t come close to describing how incredible it felt to be buried inside her. I was nearly undone, struggling to hold myself back just long enough for her to break first.

“Please, Alpha! More... I need more! Harder!” she begged, each word tangled in breathy moans.

I obeyed her pleas, slamming my hips against hers with punishing force, again and again. The obscene sound of our bodies colliding only stoked the fire inside me, my need for her blazing out of control.

“So fucking tight,” I gritted, striking her again when I noticed the pink on her ass beginning to fade, the flesh jiggling beneath my palm. “This pussy was made for me. It's mine. You’re mine. Say it!”

I didn’t know why—maybe it was the wolf in me—but I needed to hear her claim it out loud.

“Y-Yes, A-Alpha... I’m y-yours,” she choked out, her body trembling, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure.

“Come for me, Angel,” I demanded, voice rough with need. “Let me feel you. Cream all over my cock.”

She obeyed without hesitation.

“Fuck, Liam!” she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls as her release gushed over me, coating me as her body spasmed. Her tight walls gripped me, pulling me into bliss right alongside her.

I roared her name as I came, the release so powerful it left my legs shaking. It felt endless—raw, consuming—as her body continued to milk every last drop from mine.

“I love you so much, Angel,” I murmured breathlessly, collapsing over her, the weight of my confession pressed into her back. “You’re a goddess… A queen. You’re perfect—every inch of you.”

I kissed the crown of her curls. “From this wild, beautiful hair… to those adorable little toes. And especially this perfect little pussy that’s always dripping for me—gripping me like it was made just for my cock.”

“Liam…” she giggled, nestling back against me, wrapping herself in our shared warmth.

I rolled us onto our sides, cradling her against me, one arm beneath her, the other gliding lazily up and down her arm. I couldn’t stop touching her—I didn’t want to.

“You did so good, love,” I whispered. “I’ve wanted this since the first time I walked into your room at Crystal Moon and saw you bent over that bed… your ass calling to me, begging me to take you.”

Her soft laugh made my chest tighten with affection.

“Well, I’m glad you held yourself back,” she quipped. “If you’d tried anything with my dad in the house, you’d be a dead man.”

I chuckled, the mental image sobering me a little. A shiver crept down my spine at the thought of her father catching me even looking at her like that back then.

“You just ruined the fantasy for me,” I teased, entwining our fingers and raising her hand to my lips—then froze.

Something red caught my eye.

She turned, following my gaze.

“Liam—” she started, but I cut her off, my voice hard.

“What the fuck is that?” I growled, staring at the angry red ring around her wrist. My body tensed, instincts roaring to the surface. I sat up fast, pulling her with me, and spotted the matching mark on her other wrist. “What happened to you? Who did this?”

“Liam, please. I’m fine. It’s nothing,” she said, trying to reassure me—but it wasn’t working. Not with my wolf howling inside me, ready to rip apart anything that had touched her.

“Lia, I’m barely holding Ghost back right now,” I warned, voice low and lethal. “And don’t lie to me. I can see you’re not fine. Someone hurt you. Tell me who.”

She looked at me like a frightened deer—ready to flee—but didn’t pull away. Instead, she reached up and brushed the back of her hand gently against my cheek. Still, her next words weren’t meant for me—they were for the beast within.

“Shhh, my Alpha,” she purred to him, and I could feel my wolf calming under her voice. “You’ll always protect me, I know… but this time, there’s no need to hunt.”

Once Ghost was soothed, she turned to me.

“I’ll tell you—but only if you promise to let me finish before you react,” she said with a sigh. I nodded stiffly. If that’s what it took to get the truth, I’d hold myself in check. For now.

“Logan handcuffed me,” she said in a rush. Then paused, watching my face. When I stayed silent, honoring my word, she went on.

“I didn’t realize what he was doing at first. He carried me to his room… took me into his closet—what I now refer to as his sex dungeon—and cuffed me to a ceiling ring. I thought it was just going to be… kinky. But he wasn’t playing. He was punishing me for making him worry.”

Her voice faltered slightly.

“He wouldn’t let me come, and it drove me crazy. So I pulled on the restraints. That’s how this happened. It’s my fault, really.”

Her words hit me like a slap. I’d felt their pleasure earlier—our bond made sure of that—but I hadn’t questioned it. I knew Logan leaned into the rougher side of things, but this? This wasn’t play. This was pain disguised as passion. And the worst part—she was blaming herself.

Hell. No.

“I’m going to kill him,” I snarled, springing to my feet.

“Liam, stop!” she cried, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me back. “I need to handle this myself. Please. I’m okay—it doesn’t even hurt. Blue will heal me. The marks are already fading.”

I froze. “You mean it was worse before?” The anger surged again, but she reached up, cupping the back of my neck, pulling my forehead to hers.

“Please, come back to bed. I need you. Right now,” she whispered against my lips.

And how could I say no to that?

I slipped behind her again, wrapping her in my arms, letting her warmth calm the storm raging in me. My wolf still growled in the background, and there was no doubt in my mind—I’d be having words with my brother. But for now, I just held her close… this perfect, fierce, vulnerable woman the Goddess placed in my arms.