My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 340

Logan’s POV

As the haze of Lia’s heat began to fade, my thoughts wandered back to one of the most unforgettable moments from yesterday. It was the second day of her cycle, and her hunger for us had burned hotter than ever. We’d barely had time to breathe between rounds, and no matter how deeply we took her, she kept begging for more. That relentless need made me wonder—would she let me test her limits just a little?

When I asked if she wanted to play, she agreed without hesitation. Still, I knew the intensity of her heat had her mind wrapped in a thick, lust-filled fog. So, I took the time to explain the rules, calmly and thoroughly, reminding her again and again about her safe word. Liam had seemed unsure for a moment, but the desire to satisfy our mate overpowered any doubts.

We didn’t have any toys, but that was a small problem. Most houses were full of potential substitutes if you knew where to look. A few drawers later, we’d found more than enough to work with.

When we returned, Lia was already on the bed, writhing, flushed, and aching for us. Perfect.

“Baby, are you ready to play like we talked about?” I asked, kneeling at the foot of the bed. “Liam and I want to tie you up and make you scream. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to tie me up.” Her voice trembled in that delicious way we’d trained her to use—verbal consent, clear and sweet.

“Good girl,” I praised, voice thick with pride. “Come sit on the edge of the bed.”

She obeyed immediately. I guided her to lie back, her legs hanging off the edge while I took a moment to admire the flawless canvas of her body. Then I began binding her with soft, durable rope, crafting a basic chest harness that lifted her breasts just the way I liked.

Her arms were extended at shoulder height, and I used a double column tie to bind each wrist to the corresponding ankle. When I stepped back, her glistening, swollen core was spread wide open—completely vulnerable, completely ours.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Liam muttered from the doorway, holding something in his hand.

“What did you find?” I asked, tightening the last knot.

He grinned. “A massager. Closet had a few random things, but this… this’ll do nicely.”

I nodded in approval as he stepped closer, admiring my handiwork. Lia moaned, her body trembling with need. We were more than ready to give her everything.

I positioned myself between her legs as Liam sat near her head. He leaned down to kiss her, devouring her mouth as I gave her ass a quick slap on each cheek, then soothed the sting with gentle rubs. She jerked beneath us, her whimper muffled against Liam’s lips.

“Look at me, baby girl,” I said, and she obeyed instantly. I lifted a belt from beside the bed—soft, broken-in leather—and held it where she could see.

“I’m going to spank your sweet little pussy,” I told her, voice low and firm. “You’re going to count. Understood?”

“Yes, Alpha,” she said, eyes wide with anticipation, though a flicker of uncertainty danced in her gaze.

“Remember, your safe word is yours to use,” I reminded her, gently, then switched tones. “Now count.”

I tapped her softly between the legs, watching her juices glisten in the light. Then, without warning, I brought the belt down with a sharp flick to her clit.

“O-one,” she gasped, hips twitching. Liam moaned in approval.

I stroked myself slowly, watching her reactions as I delivered alternating taps and sharper smacks, each one drawing another choked number from her lips.

By six, she was close—too close. I tossed the belt aside and delivered a stinging slap to her ass with my palm.

“Such a good little sub,” I murmured, kissing her lips, then trailing down her throat to her breasts.

I rolled her nipples between my fingers, biting and sucking until they were hard and flushed. Then I reached for the clothespins, gently clipping them to her erect nipples. Her whimper at the new sensation had me groaning aloud.

“I’m going to fuck you now, love,” I warned. “You don’t come until I say so.”

“Yes, Alpha,” she replied, voice strained with effort. I saw the struggle in her eyes but also her submission.

Her body was spread open before me, every inch inviting. I had to fight the urge to take her elsewhere—to fill that tight ring that begged for attention. But that would have to wait.

I drove into her in a single, hard thrust, and nearly lost control when her slick heat gripped me. Her cry echoed through the room, and I took my time—long, deep strokes, building her need inch by inch. Liam twisted her nipples, playing with the clamps, making her writhe.

She arched off the bed, moaning loud and helpless beneath us. I pounded into her faster, harder, until her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Just as she reached the brink, I pulled out. She whimpered, desperate.

“Please, Alpha, let me come,” she begged, eyes glassy with need.

“Not yet, little wolf,” I said, emotionless on purpose. I needed her obedience. She whimpered but said nothing more.

“My turn,” Liam growled, voice dark with promise. “I’m going to make you come until you beg me to stop.”

We traded places. I picked up the rope gag I’d made and knelt beside her.

“We want to gag you, baby girl,” I said softly. “Do you trust us?”

Her eyes flickered with hesitation, so I continued gently, “You won’t be able to speak, but we’ll use hand signals. If you flash two fingers, we stop. One of us will watch your right hand the whole time. Do you feel safe with that?”

She nodded. “Y-yes, Alpha.”

“So we can try?”

“Yes… we can try.”

That answer nearly undid me. She was giving us everything—her body, her trust, her submission. After everything we’d been through, her surrender meant more than she could possibly know.

I slipped the gag into her mouth and secured it, careful to keep it comfortable. Then I stepped aside.

“Liam’s going to take you now. Be a good girl and take everything he gives.”

Liam spread her open again, reverently, then plunged into her with a force that drew a garbled cry from behind the gag. I watched her hand, alert for any sign. Meanwhile, I stroked myself and toyed with her nipples, twisting the clamps as she squirmed beneath us.

Liam turned the massager on. The loud buzz filled the room a second before he pressed it to her clit.

Her muffled screams shook the air. Her body writhed under the dual assault—his thrusts and the vibrating toy—and she could do nothing to escape it.

“Almost there,” Liam grunted. “Stay with me, love. You’re so fucking sexy like this, taking both your Alphas. I love you so damn much.”

And gods, did I agree.

Her whole body shuddered, then snapped into a violent orgasm. Tears streamed from her eyes as wave after wave crashed through her. He didn’t stop. He kept the toy on her, circling, teasing, until she came again. And again.

I lost count.

Liam finally pulled out, dropping the toy to the bed. He groaned and spilled himself across her trembling stomach.

The sight alone pushed me over the edge. I came with a growl, spilling hot ropes across her face and chest. She was a masterpiece—flushed, spent, perfect.

“You’re amazing, Angel,” Liam whispered, brushing a kiss to her forehead.

Her eyes sparkled even through the haze.

She was everything.

Ours.