My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 312

Liam’s POV

Logan didn’t respond with words, but through our bond, he sent a vivid stream of images straight into my mind. Without hesitation, I scooped her into my arms, cradling her bridal-style, and carried her back into the bedroom. His plan wasn’t just enticing—it was something we’d both quietly anticipated from the moment we met her. Still, we’d waited. Waited until she was truly ready.

At the foot of the bed, I gently lowered her onto her feet. Logan positioned himself a few paces in front of her, his eyes burning with intent, while I took my place behind her—close enough that my breath grazed the curve of her ear.

A shiver rippled through her at the sensation, a reaction that never failed to thrill me.

"You say you want us both," I murmured, my voice roughened by desire, as I rested my hands on her hips and trailed my nose slowly along her neck. "Maybe it's time you show us."

Her breath caught. “H-How?” she whispered, gaze locked onto Logan’s, where he stood watching her like prey he longed to devour.

I slid my palms up the length of her arms and to her shoulders. Then, slipping my fingers beneath the fabric of her dress, I slowly peeled it down her body, letting it puddle at her feet. Logan growled low at the sight of her now bare before us.

"By taking us both, sweetheart. At the same time," Logan said, stepping in closer.

“Th-the s-same time? But…” she faltered, and I could see the mental wheels turning, trying to grasp how this would unfold.

I wrapped my arms around her waist from behind as Logan mirrored the gesture in front, both of us surrounding her in warmth and touch, grounding her.

“Shh, Angel. Just trust us,” I soothed softly into her ear.

She didn’t speak, but her head dropped back against my shoulder, a silent surrender that told me she was easing into our embrace.

“Tell us your safe word, doll,” Logan said gently, but firmly.

“Silver,” she replied, her voice light, tinged with nerves and rising arousal.

“Good girl,” he praised her. “Say the word and we stop. No questions. Do you understand?”

She nodded, but I pressed further.

“Words, Angel. We need to hear them.”

“I understand. I trust you both,” she said, voice steady despite the rapid beat of her heart.

The certainty in her tone struck something deep within me. Her willingness to offer herself to us so completely—mind, body, soul—lit a fire in my chest. It wasn’t just arousal; it was reverence. She trusted us to handle her heart, not just her body. And in that moment, I silently vowed to never fail her. A glance at Logan told me he felt the same fierce protectiveness.

With gentle fingers, I unhooked her bra, letting it slip from her shoulders and fall away, revealing every inch of her except for the thigh-high stockings clinging to her legs. She was breathtaking—absolutely divine—and my body responded with an aching intensity.

Logan swept her into his arms and carefully laid her at the center of the bed. We stood at its edge, both of us drinking in the sight of her. Even with her tear-streaked cheeks and reddened eyes, she was radiant. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade under our open admiration, making her even more irresistible.

“So fucking beautiful,” Logan breathed in awe.

“Perfect,” I added, overwhelmed by the sheer rightness of her—of this.

We moved onto the bed together, each taking a side—Logan on her right, me on her left. We lay on our sides, facing her, propping our heads with our hands so we could admire her from mere inches away.

I reached out first, tracing her face with the back of my hand. My touch slid down over her shoulder, across the curve of her breast, gliding lower across her belly and between her thighs, then down to her knee. Logan mirrored me, his eyes riveted as he followed the path of his own hand with reverence.

There was no rush. No reason to hurry this moment. This wasn’t just about pleasure—it was sacred. We would take our time, make it unforgettable, especially for her.

Taking two Alphas—both of us gifted in size—wouldn’t be easy, but the Moon Goddess had made her for us. We’d been made for her. And together, we’d make this work. It wasn’t just physical—it was symbolic. A final knot binding our souls.

Logan leaned in, kissing along her jawline, his hand now massaging her breast, thumb circling a nipple that responded instantly to his touch. I watched as both hardened into tight peaks, begging for attention. My mouth watered at the sight.

Lia turned her face, capturing Logan’s mouth in a kiss, soft moans escaping her lips as she melted into him. The sounds alone were enough to have me groaning. I leaned in, taking her other nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, teasing with alternating bites and swirls of my tongue. She gasped and arched toward me.

Logan pulled back from her lips, shifting to her other breast. I thought briefly about claiming her lips for myself, but I couldn’t pull away from the taste of her skin—not yet.

Her head tipped back in abandon, overwhelmed and needy, her body trembling from the dual sensations. She wasn’t just handling it—she was thriving under it.

The scent of her arousal filled the air—thick, intoxicating. I glanced between her thighs, catching sight of the glistening wetness there, proof of how deeply she wanted this. Her hips rolled subtly, instinctively seeking relief from the ache we were nurturing.

But we weren’t ready to touch her there yet. Not until she was dripping—soaking—for what we intended. The build-up was part of it. Anticipation would sweeten the experience and make the release that much more powerful.

Sensing exactly what I was thinking, Logan released her nipple with a slow, deliberate tug of his teeth, letting it slip from his mouth before gliding his fingers down the seam of her wet heat. He paused, lifting his hand to inspect the evidence of her arousal, his eyes dark with hunger.

“So fucking responsive,” he groaned, voice gravelly with restraint.

“You’re a fucking goddess, baby girl.”

He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean of her essence before lowering his head again, his tongue exploring the soft underside of her full breasts. He kneaded them with both hands, pushing them together, worshiping her curves with feverish reverence.

Meanwhile, I trailed my mouth down her belly, stopping to swirl my tongue lazily around her navel. She whimpered at the loss of Logan’s fingers between her legs, her need raw and aching. But when we gave her no mercy, no relief, she took it upon herself to chase that release.

I watched, breath caught in my throat, as her hand slid down between her thighs. My cock throbbed painfully when she parted her folds and began to grind her hips against her own fingers, her thumb circling her swollen clit with desperate precision.

“Fuck, Angel,” I growled, barely holding back. “You trying to kill me?”

Logan’s head snapped up to follow my gaze—and when he saw what she was doing, a tortured grunt tore from his throat.

“Fuck. Me,” he bit out, jaw clenched.

“Mmm! Aah!” Lia moaned shamelessly, her cries breaking through the haze of lust clouding our senses.

We continued our slow, tormenting play—pinching and rolling her nipples, stroking her thighs, feeding our obsession with every helpless sound she made. Her hips bucked erratically, and she plunged two fingers into her dripping core, her thumb never stopping its relentless teasing of her clit. She fucked herself with wild urgency, chasing that high, and when it hit, it shattered her completely.

Her body shook, her voice broke, and her release spilled out of her in waves. The sight of it drove us over the edge—Logan and I groaning through our own violent orgasms.

“Oh fuck, baby!” Logan rasped.

“Fuck, Angel,” I growled at the same time, our voices thick with ecstasy.

For a long moment, the room was filled with nothing but our heavy breathing. When the fog of climax finally cleared, I pulled her against me, lifting her effortlessly on top of my body. My mouth claimed hers in a kiss that spoke of both hunger and possession. My hands roamed freely, sliding down the curve of her back until they found her perfect ass. I gripped it hard, molding it in my palms while our tongues tangled like they were starving for each other.

She straddled my hips, her slick heat already coating my cock as she ground against me, teasing us both. I didn’t need to look to know the moment Logan rejoined us—her gasp gave it away. He slipped a finger inside her drenched core, fucking her slowly as she writhed between us.

Her hips shifted instinctively, tilting to take him deeper. Our rhythm was seamless, a dance we’d perfected without words. While I distracted her with kisses and soft caresses, Logan slid in another finger, and then another, stretching her, preparing her. She cried out when a fourth finger entered, her body going taut as he spread them wide, pushing her to the edge of her limits.

I soothed her with gentle strokes through her hair, whispering low, calming words against her ear.

She stiffened at first, but slowly—beautifully—melted into us once more, her hips beginning to roll against Logan’s hand, seeking more.

Logan and I had planned this moment carefully after claiming her as our mate. There was no room for error now. So when I felt him lift her off me and onto himself, I already knew what was coming.

And I couldn’t wait.

Pre-cum leaked from the swollen tip of my cock in anticipation. Logan lay back, positioning her on top of him with her back pressed to his chest. His thick shaft slid between her thighs, her slick coating him completely as he rocked his hips, rubbing against her clit with every thrust.

“Trust us, Angel,” I said, meeting her hesitant gaze. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Remember your safe word, baby girl,” Logan added, though his voice made it clear—he was hoping she wouldn’t need it.

She bent her knees, feet planted on either side of his thighs, spreading herself wide open before me. The view was sinful. I stroked my cock slowly, tightly, watching as Logan entered her in one deep, possessive thrust.

“Ahhh!” she cried out, her voice a perfect blend of surprise and pleasure. Her lips parted in a blissful smile as she adjusted to his size.

“Mmm, baby… you feel so good,” she moaned. “You’re so thick and hard—it makes me feel so full.”

The expression on my twin’s face mirrored my own—pure strain. Her dirty talk was wrecking us both. At this pace, I wouldn’t last long once I was inside her.

“Goddamn, baby girl. You’re so fucking tight,” Logan groaned. “If there’s a heaven, it’s between your legs.”

I couldn’t agree more. I bit down hard, yanking on my balls to stop myself from coming too soon. Watching her stretch around him was a masterpiece. She was made for us—soft, warm, perfect.

And soon, she’d be full of both of us.

I was done waiting.