My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 304

Liam’s POV

“Fuck, Angel. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

She was on all fours in the tub, her perfect ass raised, and I was between her thighs, devouring her as if I’d been starving for days. At the other end, Logan kissed her deeply, his hands expertly fondling her breasts.

I could stay buried in this woman’s heat forever—her taste had become a craving I couldn’t deny. But her trembling thighs told me she was close, and I wanted to see her unravel.

My palms slid up the back of her thighs, gripping her ass, spreading her wider to give me better access. I plunged my tongue back into her, driving into her tight heat before switching to her clit, flicking and stroking fast and hard—just the way she loved.

That was all it took.

She cried out, a broken moan lost into Logan’s mouth as she came, her release gushing against my tongue. I groaned at the rush of her, never able to get enough of her sweetness.

The moment her high ebbed, Logan pulled her into his lap. She straddled him with eager, sensual impatience, grinding her hips in that delicious way that always drove us wild. She was ready to take him, desperate for more.

“You want me inside you, baby girl?” Logan teased, his voice rich with promise.

“Yes, please,” she whimpered, her need raw and honest.

“I’ll give you exactly what you want—but only if you remember who’s in control. We’re going to take it nice and slow.”

She whimpered again, nodding in understanding, her lips parted with anticipation. Logan held her hips, lifting her, then guided her down inch by inch onto his thick cock. She squirmed, adjusting to the stretch, and I moved behind her, rubbing her back gently, helping her relax as he filled her completely.

“Fuck, so tight,” Logan groaned, his head falling back, overwhelmed by the feel of her.

He began to move her—up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm, his control absolute. He leaned back against the tub wall, eyes fixed on the place their bodies were joined.

“Look down, Angel,” I whispered in her ear, my chin resting on her shoulder. “Watch him fuck that gorgeous pussy. Keep your eyes on the way his cock slides in and out of you, hitting that perfect spot over and over again.”

She obeyed, her moan deep and throaty, vibrating against both of us. I watched with her, mesmerized by the sight of Logan sinking into her slowly, relentlessly. Her hand reached back and found me, wrapping around my aching cock. I was rock hard, and the moment she touched me, I nearly lost it.

I slid a hand between her cheeks, gently massaging the tight ring of muscle there. She gasped when I pushed one finger in, her body tensing slightly.

“Liam,” she whimpered, uncertain.

“Shh. Just relax, baby. I promise it’s going to feel good.”

I moved my finger in and out, taking my time, letting her adjust. Her soft whimpers melted into moans, and I knew she was starting to like it.

“Yes—oh fuck, yes,” she cried, her voice trembling. Logan and I both reacted to her cries, our pace subtly intensifying.

“You like that, don’t you?” I breathed against her ear. “You love having your tight little ass played with. Just imagine how full you’ll feel when one of us takes you there while the other fills your pussy. You want that, don’t you, Angel? You want us both inside you.”

“Mmm... yes,” she moaned, nearly delirious. “I want you both.”

I added a second finger. She gasped, her body jolting, but she didn’t stop me. Instead, she settled back into our rhythm as Logan picked up his pace. His groans grew louder, strained.

“You ready to come for us, baby girl?” he asked, voice tight with restraint.

“Yes, please—I need to come,” she begged.

“Then do it,” Logan commanded, slamming into her hard now, no longer holding back.

She jerked against me, her grip on my cock tightening as I thrust into her palm, matching the pace of my fingers inside her. Her body locked up, then shattered, her orgasm hitting so hard she screamed our names, trembling between us.

That was it—I lost control, coming with a loud groan as she milked every ounce from us both. Logan collapsed back, panting, his arms still wrapped around her. The only sounds were our heavy breaths, echoing in the steamy silence.

“That was so fucking hot,” Logan muttered finally, still catching his breath.

I cleaned myself up quickly and stepped out of the tub, drying off while Logan washed Lia gently, kissing her face playfully as she giggled. That sound—that light, carefree laugh—was everything to me. I stood beside the tub with a fluffy towel, waiting to wrap her in warmth the moment he was done.

Her laughter usually made my worries disappear—but not today.

Today, there was a knot in my gut I couldn’t shake. No matter how beautiful she looked right now, no matter how intense our connection had just been, I knew something was wrong. That dream still haunted her, even if she was pretending it didn’t.

“You know you can talk to us about anything, right?” I said gently as the three of us headed to breakfast.

I didn’t expect her to open up right away, but I needed her to know I was paying attention. She and Logan were meeting with my mom again today to go over more wedding plans, which meant I’d be alone—left to dwell on this lingering dread.

“Of course,” she said, flashing me that soft, beautiful smile that always made my heart flip.

“I just don’t want you to think you have to carry anything on your own,” I nudged a little further. “We’re in this together. Always.”

“I’m really fine, Liam. You don’t need to worry,” she assured me, her hand cupping my cheek. She leaned in and kissed me sweetly, her lips soft and sure. “If I needed anything, I’d tell you. I promise.”

“I get to feed you breakfast!” Logan declared out of nowhere, clearly eager to change the subject.

I rolled my eyes at him. Whipped didn’t even begin to cover it. He never made her do anything she didn’t want to—even if it was what she needed.

“I’m wide awake, you know. I can feed myself,” she replied with a grin, taking the out he offered her.

“But it’s not fair! Liam got to feed you. I haven’t yet,” he pouted like a child.

Lia just laughed, shaking her head at him before taking both our hands and continuing to walk forward—like the center of our world, which, honestly, she was.

Breakfast was laid out buffet-style, the room filled with the scent of sizzling meats and spiced oatmeal. We moved through the line with routine ease, stacking our plates before finding our seats at the long wooden table. Lia sat between Logan and me, her silence louder than anything she could’ve said.

She’d taken barely anything—some fruit and a meager scoop of oatmeal. Nowhere near what a wolf should eat. The sight made something coil tight in my chest. Something was wrong. I could feel it. And the fact she wasn’t talking only confirmed my growing unease.

Logan took one look at her plate and froze, his jaw ticking.

“The hell is this?” he snapped, snatching her plate to examine it like it personally offended him. “Baby girl, that wouldn’t feed a damn fly.”

Before she could protest, he pulled her onto his lap with possessive force, locking her there like she might vanish if he let go. It wasn’t just concern—it was control masked as care. Logan never did subtle when it came to Lia.

Her face went crimson, eyes darting around as she realized every eye at the table was on them. I leaned back, watching. Would she fight him, push back and storm off? Or accept his domineering affection? She sighed and let herself melt into his hold, but the quiet pout on her lips was unmistakable.

I bit back a chuckle. For all their fire, those two mirrored each other more than they’d ever admit. Stubborn. Feral. Bound to one another in a way that made the rest of us feel like outsiders.

Logan, ever relentless, coaxed her to eat every last bite of her own food, then half of his. She resisted the final forkful, a small shake of her head telling him she’d had enough. Only then did he relent, scooping her up in his arms like she was made of glass and disappearing out the door. They had a meeting with our mother. I had other matters to deal with.

But first, I needed answers—answers only Elder Keziah might have.

With time to spare before my first meeting, I made my way through the woods to her cottage. The deeper I went, the more unease crawled up my spine. We hadn’t been here since that night—that meeting with Lia and her father. And it felt like we’d abandoned something sacred by staying away.

The small log home appeared through the trees, the same as ever, but the air around it felt different. Heavier.

Before I could even knock, the door swung open. Keziah stood in the doorway, arms crossed, her sharp eyes already pinning me in place.

“Took you long enough,” she said. “I saw you coming, but I didn’t expect to grow old waiting.”

I gave her a sheepish smile as I stepped inside. “I’m sorry. I hate that I’m only here to ask for something.”

She snorted. “You’re an Alpha. Your world is bigger than mine, as it should be. And besides, I know exactly what’s been keeping you busy.” She gave me a pointed look.

I winced. God, I hoped she hadn’t seen everything.

Still, I cleared my throat. “That doesn’t mean the elders don’t matter. We’ve still got a lot to learn about balance.”

She nodded and motioned to the table. “Sit. Speak.”

She handed me tea and placed a plate of cookies between us. I wasn’t hungry—but refusing would be insulting.

“I’ve only got one question,” I began. “It’s about our mate.”

Her expression didn’t shift, but her eyes gleamed with knowledge. She already knew. She always did.

“Do Celtic wolves possess foresight?” I asked. “Specifically, through dreams?”

She hummed low, thinking. “It’s not uncommon,” she said slowly. “Why do you ask?”

“She had a dream while she was unconscious from the fever—weeks ago. At the time, she brushed it off. But after discovering her heritage, it felt like something more… like a warning. And this morning, she woke up screaming. She won’t talk about it. Said it was ‘just a bad dream,’ but I saw the way she looked. Shaken. Scared. I think it was another premonition—and it wasn’t a good one.”

Keziah didn’t respond right away. She stared into her tea like it held the answers.

“I can’t tell you whether what she saw was real or not,” she said eventually. “Only time will reveal that. But if her dreams are visions, she’ll need training to control them. I’m surprised it hasn’t already started. Why the delay?”

Her tone was gentle, but laced with that same unsettling undertone she always carried—like she knew more than she was willing to say.

“You probably know most of it,” I admitted. “Lia’s been through hell. Trauma like that makes it hard to trust, even in something as sacred as a mate bond. Then to find out she had two of us? It was overwhelming. She needed time. We didn’t want to push her into training before she was ready.”

“But now you see why it can’t wait,” she said flatly. “Have you told her?”

I sighed. “She overheard us yesterday. Let’s just say... it didn’t go well. But she agreed to it. We’re holding the Luna ceremony soon, then taking her to Midnight Moon for training.”

Keziah smiled for the first time. “Good. I’ll be waiting for my invitation.”

I stood, finishing my tea. As I stepped over the threshold, her voice stopped me cold.

“Alpha Liam.”

I turned.

She fixed me with a hard, unreadable gaze. “If your mate is seeing visions—dark ones—then let nothing stand in the way of her training. Not love. Not fear. Not even you. Am I understood?”

There was steel in her voice. The kind that could cut through bone.

“Yes, ma’am.”

She stared at me for a long moment, then gave a single nod before retreating into the cottage, the door clicking shut behind her.

I made my way back to the pack house, her warning echoing in my mind like a drumbeat. I had come here for answers—but now, I only had more questions. Worse, I had a creeping feeling that time was running out.

I’d have to talk to Logan. Soon.

But for now, I had to shove all of this down and wear the face of an Alpha.

Gods help me—it was getting harder by the day.