My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 313

Liam’s POV

Slowly, Logan began to pull back, retreating until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, then gliding back in with the same torturous slowness. Each thrust was deliberate, steady, his control absolute. He didn't increase his pace until her hips began to push against him, her need mounting with every second. His hands gripped her hips firmly, anchoring her in place as he guided the rhythm.

"Patience, my love," he murmured against her skin, voice low and reverent, responding to her breathy moans and quiet whimpers.

Kneeling before them, the ache inside me burned hot and desperate—I wanted to be inside her too. But there was something exquisitely erotic about watching her take pleasure from him, watching Logan fuck her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.

I leaned closer, drawn by the hunger to taste her lips again. But before I could, she reached for me, cupping my face with both hands and pulling me down into a searing kiss. Her tongue flicked across my lips, demanding entrance, and I gladly surrendered. This bold, commanding side of her set my blood on fire—the part of her that took what she wanted without hesitation. I let her lead, moaning into her mouth while my fingers teased her nipples, pinching and rolling them as Logan thrust harder into her.

We needed her to climax again before I could join her. Sliding my length between her thighs, I dragged it along her swollen clit, catching it with each thrust Logan delivered. It didn’t take long. She shattered around us moments later, screaming as a rush of warmth gushed from her, soaking both of us.

I leaned back, cradling her face in my hand, making sure her eyes found mine. Her blue eyes glittered with satisfaction, but the hunger still burned—raw and insatiable.

"Are you ready for me, Angel?" I asked, my voice trembling with restraint. I wouldn’t take what wasn’t freely given, no matter how badly I needed her.

"Yes. I'm ready," she answered without a trace of hesitation, and my heart pounded wildly. She spread her legs wider for me, a silent, blazing invitation. She wasn’t just ready—she was ravenous.

I moved in slowly, letting just the tip of me slip inside her. She gasped, breath hitching sharply.

"Look at me, Angel. Keep your eyes on mine. Just breathe," I coaxed gently as Logan stroked her sides, grounding her with his steady touch.

Now it was his turn to whisper words of encouragement—telling her how beautiful she was, how loved, how absolutely incredible she was to us.

She listened, soaking in his devotion, and finally gave me a small nod—ready for more.

Her gaze never left mine as I eased in inch by aching inch. I watched every flicker of emotion cross her face: uncertainty, a flash of pain, then awe-struck pleasure.

"Tell me how you feel now, my love," I asked once I was fully inside her, holding myself still.

She took a moment before answering. "Full. So full... but it feels good. Better than I imagined. You can move now."

I didn't wait. As I drew back slowly, the sensation stole my breath—tight, hot, intoxicating. Then I eased forward again. Logan, in perfect sync, pulled out as I moved in.

At first, she let us find the rhythm, her body adjusting to the double stimulation. But soon she was grinding her hips against us, chasing her own pace, her soft whimpers blending with moans that grew louder, more desperate. She didn’t even know what she was searching for—but she was close. We could both feel it.

Logan and I reached the same decision at the exact same moment—we moved in tandem, thrusting together, deep and precise. She immediately met us with her own urgency, fucking us back with abandon. Her cries grew frantic, hips rolling as she lost herself in the intense pleasure.

I couldn’t take much more. I pulled her up suddenly, smashing her soft breasts to my chest as I kissed her hard, claiming her mouth like I couldn’t breathe without it.

She matched me with equal passion, straddling Logan’s lap now, fucking both of us from her new position. Logan held her steady, his fingers bruising her hips as her legs trembled. Her moans turned into broken sobs against my lips.

Then she gasped—Logan had slipped a finger into her ass. Her body jerked in shock, but in the next breath, she melted into it, slamming down on us harder, wilder.

The room was alive with the sharp slap of skin against skin, breathless moans, and the primal music of our love.

Her cries became louder, deeper, each one drawn from the depths of her soul. A clap of thunder echoed outside, and something wet slid down my back—rain or sweat, I couldn’t tell. All that mattered was the woman clinging to us, her body taking everything we gave her. My only thought was to give her more, to make her scream our names, to send her over the edge with the kind of pleasure she’d never forget.

Her inner walls clenched around us, warning us how close she was.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby!" Logan cried out, breathless with urgency.

"Come for us, baby girl. Now."

His voice was raw with need. We were both teetering, barely hanging on. But her pleasure had to come first.

And like the perfect girl she was, she obeyed—screaming so loudly I prayed the soundproofing held. She clenched down so tightly it should have hurt, but ecstasy drowned everything else as my own orgasm slammed into me.

Logan and I cried out her name together, releasing into her, filling her with everything we had. It was overwhelming, shattering. The sheer depth of emotion twisted through me—love, reverence, possession. It rocked me to the core.

Even as we emptied ourselves inside her, we didn’t stop. We kept thrusting, guiding her through the final waves of her climax. Only when her trembling body stilled did I collapse forward, pressing her against Logan’s chest with a grunt.

The room fell silent, save for the harsh gasps of our breathing. Then she spoke—and her words rewrote everything I thought I knew about happiness.

"I love you," Lia whispered, her voice soft and clear as a sunrise. "I love you, Logan. I love you, Liam. I love you both so much."

Tears spilled freely down Logan’s face, and I felt the tidal wave of emotion crashing through him. I tried to wipe mine away, but they kept falling, dripping onto her cheeks. I reached to brush them away—hers, mine, ours—but they’d already mingled, impossible to tell apart.

We’d just experienced the most intense, soul-shattering intimacy of our lives—something raw, consuming, and utterly unforgettable. Yet now, we lay tangled in each other's arms, a mess of limbs and soft sobs on the bed. No words were exchanged as we clung to the silence, letting our bond speak for us. There was no need to voice what was already etched into our hearts. Then Logan’s voice sliced through the stillness.

“Holy shit… what the hell happened to our ceiling?”

Lia’s heavy eyelids flew open, and whatever she saw made her gasp audibly. Reluctantly, I rolled off her, already missing the feel of her body beneath mine, and turned to see for myself. The sight had me bolting upright.

A massive crack had split open in the ceiling right above our bed, stretching all the way to the outer wall. Thin fractures branched out from the jagged fissure, spiderwebbing their way across the plaster and trailing down until they met the floor.

What we’d thought was a violent storm earlier had quieted to a soft drizzle. The thunder had faded, but the delicate rain still tapped through the split ceiling—a few cold droplets had already kissed my back, now making sense. I stood frozen, torn between awe and alarm, wondering how our little mate could possibly wield such uncontrollable power.

“I did that… didn’t I?” Her voice was quiet, heavy with guilt. The words snapped me out of my daze.

“Having me as a mate is getting expensive,” she added with a hollow chuckle. “Maybe you should set me up in a tent out back before the entire pack house collapses.”

“Hey,” Logan said firmly, locking his arms around her as she tried to pull away. “We’ll figure this out. Whatever it takes—it’s worth it to have you here.”

“I’d tear this house down with my bare hands and build twelve more if that’s what it took to keep you with us,” I added with a grin. “But right now, it’s time to clean up, you filthy girl.”

With that, I hoisted her over my shoulder and marched toward the bathroom. I gave her ass a playful slap, relishing the bounce and the melodic giggle that escaped her. Logan followed close behind, already mind-linking Bastian to send a cleanup crew for the wreckage we’d left behind.

“Where are we sleeping tonight, since I… y’know… destroyed our room?” Lia asked as I set her down gently on the edge of the tub and turned on the tap.

“My room!” Logan and I said at the same time.

She paused, something unreadable flickering across her face. It was like she was holding back, hesitant to speak. I slipped into the water, while Logan lifted her into his lap and settled into his usual spot. Bath time had become a quiet ritual: he held her close while I sat opposite, facing them.

Next time, I thought idly, I’m going to be the one holding her.

“Liam… can we sleep in your room tonight?” she finally asked, her voice small, but sincere.

“Absolutely, Angel,” I said without hesitation, warmth blooming in my chest. The thought of her choosing to be in my space filled me with quiet pride.

“And why not mine?” Logan asked, half-joking, resting his chin on her shoulder with a dramatic pout.

He couldn’t see her face—but I could. Her features twisted as if she'd bitten into something bitter. Her reluctance was clear.

“It’s just…” she hesitated, “I don’t want to be just another girl who’s been in your bed.” Her voice was soft, but the words landed hard.

Logan didn’t move. Not a blink. But I could see the flicker of pain in his eyes at her confession.

Eventually, he reached for the shampoo and began gently massaging it into her scalp. I worked a lather of soap over her legs, my hands carefully tending to her tired feet. We didn’t speak. We just… cared for her. Loved her in the way only we could.

A short while later, I looked up to find her completely relaxed, head resting on Logan’s shoulder, eyes fluttering closed. Her lips parted around a silent yawn, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

“She’s done for,” I said quietly. “Let’s get her to bed.”

Logan nodded, still silent. He passed her to me and climbed out of the tub, returning with three towels. He dried off quickly, then unfolded one of the towels and wrapped it tenderly around her as I handed her off.

Even then, as I offered to help, he waved me off. He needed to do this. I understood. I dried myself and headed toward my room, expecting them to follow.

But before I stepped out, I heard his voice—quiet, but deliberate.

“You wouldn’t be, you know.”

“Mmm?” Lia mumbled, nearly asleep.

“You wouldn’t be just another girl in my bed. I’ve never brought anyone to that room before. No one else got that close. Only you.”

She didn’t respond, but I could feel the emotional storm that surged inside her—jealousy, regret, guilt. It washed through the bond like a tide. Still, no one said anything else. We made our way into my room and slipped under the covers.

Lia curled into me, our foreheads nearly touching. Logan settled behind her, spooning her protectively. I wrapped my arms around her waist and nestled into the crook of her neck, breathing her in.

“I love you, Liam,” she whispered, reaching up to gently trace the line of my jaw.

“I love you too, Angel,” I murmured. But even those words felt too small for the way I felt.

She turned in my arms until she was face-to-face with Logan. “I love you, Logan,” she whispered against his lips, brushing her nose against his in a gentle nuzzle.

He pulled her close, pressing his face into her hair.

“I love you too, baby girl. I’ll only ever love you,” he whispered back.

I scooted in closer behind her, breathing in her scent, letting the comfort of her nearness ground me. Her breathing was slow, even… peaceful. She was already drifting, and I didn’t bother fighting sleep any longer.

Thank you, Moon Goddess, I thought, as the world slipped away. For another perfect night with the woman who owns my heart.