My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 314

Dahlia’s POV

Morning light filtered in through Liam’s bedroom window, golden rays spilling across the room and warming the bare skin of my back. I lay sprawled atop Logan’s chest, the sheets tangled low around my waist, but with my own living furnace beneath me, I was far from cold.

My mates had decreed I wasn’t to set alarms this week—not for training, not for strategy meetings with their mother. Apparently, stress was now banned until after the mating ceremony. And since I couldn’t be trusted to follow such a “simple” command, they’d decided to take turns staying in bed with me, ensuring at least one of them supervised my rebellion. Today, Logan was on duty.

His breathing was deep and slow beneath me, chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm, the faint sound of his snoring confirming he was still sound asleep. Logan was notoriously hard to wake, and I knew I could slip away if I wanted. Maybe I should go downstairs, help Lilith with the endless last-minute tasks I knew were driving her mad—but this morning, I had something else in mind.

Carefully, I slid off his chest, nestling between his parted legs. One was stretched out, the other bent to the side, leaving him wide open to me. My eyes landed on the evidence of his morning wood, and a wicked smile curled on my lips.

Sweet Goddess. He was thick, hard, and already leaking, even in sleep.

I wrapped my fingers around him, marveling at the weight of his cock in my small hand. I’d never done this before—not really—but I’d seen enough to understand the basics. My hand moved in slow strokes while my other palm cupped his balls, gently massaging as my anticipation built. My mouth watered, aching to taste him.

I leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe from his balls to the tip, savoring the salty pre-cum already oozing out. Logan stirred with a low groan but didn’t wake. That sound alone sent a pulse of heat straight to my core.

Encouraged, I took him into my mouth, sucking lightly on the head, twirling my tongue around him like candy. He let out another moan, deeper this time.

Bit by bit, I slid down farther, pushing until the head hit the back of my throat and made me gag slightly. I couldn't take all of him—he was too big—but I tried to relax and take as much as I could, pulling back just as slowly, letting my tongue cradle his length as I withdrew. Again and again, I repeated the motion, building a rhythm, stroking what I couldn’t fit with one hand while my lips worked the rest.

“Fuck, yes... just like that, baby girl,” he groaned, voice rough with sleep and arousal.

The sound of him—his pleasure, the way his body reacted—had me soaking. I didn’t know if he was fully awake or still riding the edge of a dream, but I wasn’t about to stop. I took him deeper, sucked harder, desperate to feel and taste every inch of him.

His hands tangled in my hair suddenly, tightening. I felt his hips twitch.

Then he sat up.

Our eyes met—his wide with realization, mine defiant and filled with hunger. He wasn’t dreaming. I moaned around him, the vibrations making him shudder as I kept going, unrelenting, addicted to the way he tasted, the way he sounded.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, little wolf?” he asked, but there was nothing but amusement in his tone, a teasing smile dancing on his lips.

I giggled around him, which only intensified the sensation. He cursed, swelling even more in my mouth.

With a growl, he grabbed a fistful of my hair, guiding my head until only his tip remained inside. His expression darkened, gaze burning into mine.

“Tell me if I get too rough,” he rasped. I blinked up at him and nodded.

“Good girl.”

He thrust deep, hitting the back of my throat again, making my eyes water. I gagged, but it wasn’t too much—it only added to the fire in my veins. Again and again, he pulled me off only to push me back down harder, rougher, taking control. His pace quickened, relentless. My jaw ached, tears streamed from my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I wanted this. I wanted him.

His cock throbbed between my lips, and I swallowed around him, milking every drop of pre-cum he gave me.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby girl. Fuck, you’re divine.”

My body responded to his praise, clenching with desire. His thrusts became more erratic, need overtaking him. I reached between his legs and fondled his balls, squeezing gently.

“Oh fuck!” he shouted, hips snapping forward as he spilled down my throat. I swallowed everything, eager for more, savoring the heat and salt of him. Even when he finished, I licked and sucked him clean, refusing to let go until he twitched from oversensitivity.

When I finally released him with a pop, I pouted.

He laughed breathlessly and hauled me up into his arms, brushing curls from my face like I was something precious.

Logan stared at me, awe etched into every feature. His mouth opened, but no words came. I kissed him before he could try, our mouths crashing together in a wild, hungry kiss—biting, tasting, tongues tangled until breathlessness forced us apart.

“See how good you taste?” I whispered, smirking.

“Fuck, baby... where’d you get that filthy mouth?” he groaned, shaking his head. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure my mouth was pure and innocent before I got here.”

He chuckled, but the playful glint in his eye quickly turned dark. He grabbed my chin, making me meet his eyes.

“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked, voice low and possessive, the silver of his wolf flashing through. “You told me you and that asshole Alpha never—”

“Calm down, my little dog,” I whispered soothingly, rubbing his chest. “You’re the first cock I’ve ever had in my mouth. Not even Liam’s yet. If I gave you any pleasure, it was beginner’s luck—I promise.”

That seemed to appease the beast inside him.

“Well, I’m happy to help you practice,” he said, cocky grin spreading. “Though if you get any better, it might kill me. Also, Fang says he’s not a puppy, but he’s down for doggy style.”

We burst into laughter, the tension breaking, and then Logan scooped me up into his arms.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, dirty girl,” he growled, kissing my face, my neck, as he carried me into the bathroom.

Thirty minutes and three orgasms later, we stepped out of the shower—clean, breathless, and ready to face the day.