My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 338

Liam’s POV

“Please… I can’t—can’t t-take anymore.”

Her breathless plea trembled between desperate moans. It was the third day of her heat, and as we’d vowed, not a single surface in the cottage remained untouched. Right now, I had her bent over the kitchen table, driving into her hard and deep from behind. We'd been trying to eat breakfast—trying being the key word—when another wave surged through her, forcing us to meet her need once again.

“You can. And you will,” Logan growled from beside her, his fingers expertly teasing her nipples, coaxing more cries from her.

He’d just taken her against the wall minutes before, pulling orgasm after orgasm from her trembling body.

My hand worked in tight, determined circles over her clit as my cock filled her again and again, mercilessly stroking her from within. Her mind begged for relief, but her body betrayed her pleas—pulling me deeper, squeezing tighter. I gritted my teeth, fighting my own release as her walls clenched around me like a vice.

“Fuck, Angel,” I groaned, struggling for control. “You’re still so damn tight. If you keep gripping my cock like that, I’ll blow too fast. But you owe me one more first.”

“B-but…” she whimpered, barely able to form the word.

“No buts, doll. Come. Now.”

I slapped her ass hard, and it broke the last thread of her resistance. She came undone, her juices coating me, dripping down her legs as her heat-swollen pussy convulsed around me. Her scream tore through the room—hell, probably the entire Midnight Moon Pack heard it.

I thrust into her a few more times, riding out her high until she went slack beneath me. When she finally collapsed, panting and limp, I pulled out and finished on her ass, watching my cum mark her flushed skin. She rested her cheek against the cool surface of the table, her body spent, skin pink and glowing with satisfaction.

I rubbed my seed into her soft skin, claiming her the only way I could for now. Logan let out a low chuckle beside me, clearly amused by my possessiveness.

“What?” I snapped, arching a brow. “Like you’re any better?”

“No, but at least I’ve suggested a more permanent solution,” he replied, gesturing toward my hands. “That’s temporary.”

We’d been circling the same argument for three days—every time Lia passed out, we picked it up again. He wanted to mark her now, heat or not. I didn’t.

We’d have to keep it secret from the pack, sure, but more than that, I wasn’t convinced it was the right time.

Some part of me—an ugly, aching part—was still wounded from when she left. I wanted to believe she came back because she wanted us, not because her wolf drove her to us during her heat. If we asked to mark her now, she’d probably say yes… but would it be her heart agreeing or just the primal hunger of her wolf?

I didn’t know. That doubt lingered like poison in my gut.

When I glanced up, Logan was watching me, eyes sharp as he tracked my spiraling thoughts. He shook his head in disapproval. It irritated me, but I understood him. He needed to believe this was real, that everything was back to how it was before she left. And honestly? So did I. But I refused to keep her if she stayed out of guilt or instinct. No matter how much it destroyed me, I wouldn’t hold her hostage to her heat.

“Come on,” Logan murmured, stepping forward to lift her limp, boneless body into his arms. “Let’s get her cleaned up.”

I trailed after him silently, knowing damn well this conversation wasn’t over.

He filled the bath, and I passed her back to him before stripping down. The second I stepped into the tub, I reached for her, practically tearing her from his hold. I needed her against me—needed her warmth, her soft skin, the scent of honey and wildflowers that made my wolf ache with longing.

Neither of us had ever shared a heat cycle with a she-wolf before, though we’d heard all the stories from our mated warriors.

After finding Lia, Logan and I had fantasized more than once about what her first heat would be like—three or four days of intense, unrelenting need and pleasure. We thought we were ready. We weren’t.

Whether it was because of her rare wolf—or just Lia herself—we hadn’t anticipated how hungry, wild, and fearless she’d be. She welcomed every position we threw her into, let us restrain her, even allowed Logan to gag her once. Hell, just remembering it had me hard all over again.

But it was these quieter moments that got to me. When she let herself melt into us, trusted us to care for her, protect her. We loved her more than we could say, so even when we used her body hard and rough, we always wanted her to feel loved—treasured.

Logan finished rinsing her, and I leaned down to press a kiss to her temple, inhaling the fading scent of her heat. He lifted her from the bath and wrapped her gently in a warm towel, cradling her like she was something breakable. She was already drifting out of consciousness when he laid her on the bed, tucking the covers around her.

With any luck, we’d get some rest before the next wave took hold.

But I felt the tension in Logan’s aura—he wasn’t done yet.

“I love you… my Alphas.”

Her voice was soft, slurred with exhaustion, but it reached both of us. My heart skipped. I could only pray she’d still mean it once the haze of her heat lifted.

“See? She loves us. She wants to be ours. We shouldn’t wait to mark her,” Logan pushed, pouncing on her confession.

“You want to mark me? Now?”

Lia’s tired eyes blinked open as she propped herself up slightly, curiosity lacing her features.

Shit. I glared at Logan. So much for waiting until she passed out.

“Angel, you need to sleep,” I murmured, crossing to her side. “You’re barely awake. We’ll talk about it later.”

“But I want you to mark me. I want to be yours—completely.”

Stubborn as ever. I shot Logan a “fix this” look and he took the hint, sitting beside her.

“Sleep now, baby girl. Nothing’s happening tonight. We’re all too wiped. We’ll talk again when we’ve all had rest.”

He kissed her forehead and looked to me. I nodded.

She would have argued if we’d only said she was tired, but saying we all were? That tugged at her heart. She’d been worried we weren’t sleeping, even in the middle of her heat. Sweet, thoughtful mate.

“Okay,” she mumbled. “If you promise…”

“We promise, Angel,” I told her gently, but she was already slipping under.

As soon as her breathing deepened, I turned on my brother, eyes ice cold.

“I’m not having this conversation with you again. Drop it.” My voice was sharp. “If she still wants us to mark her once her heat ends, and if we decide to go through with it before the mating ceremony, it’s going to happen in our territory. In our bed. Not here.”

Logan looked ready to argue. I saw it brewing behind his eyes—but he shut his mouth and nodded.

Good. I didn’t want to fight with him. Not over her. But this? This was non-negotiable.

I turned away from him and climbed into bed, pulling our sleeping mate close. Her scent was softening, her heat almost gone—but the exhaustion had already settled into my bones.

Logan joined us quietly, slipping in on her other side, and together we wrapped ourselves around her.

She was everything. And whether it was her heat or something deeper, I prayed she’d still want us when the fire faded.