My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 341

Logan’s POV

After our raw and overwhelming encounter, Liam took a moment to clean up, ensuring Lia was okay before stepping away. The moment he was gone, I found myself unable to resist. Grabbing two additional clothespins, I gently parted her slick folds and clipped them into place—one on each side. The sight of her spread open like that, utterly exposed and trembling, ignited a fresh wave of hunger that pulsed painfully through me.

Her clit, flushed and swollen, looked almost angry with sensitivity, but I wasn’t done—not yet.

Sliding into her this time with slow, deliberate control, I paused once fully sheathed inside. Her heat wrapped around me like a vice, tight and pulsing, and I swore I could feel myself growing harder just from being there, buried deep in the very heart of her. My thumb found her overstimulated bud and began circling gently, coaxing another wave of pleasure from her as I shifted my grip beneath her hips, angling her to take me even deeper.

Every stroke was unhurried but punishingly deep, dragging every inch out before plunging back in with maddening precision. I didn’t stop the pressure on her clit, knowing it kept her teetering on the edge.

“God, baby…” I groaned, my voice rough and strained. “You feel too good. Too perfect. Don’t ever leave me again—you hear me?”

Lia’s moans had dissolved into one long, broken sound. Her body writhed beneath me, her release soaking both of us. I’d already lost count of how many times I’d made her come, yet her body kept responding, insatiable and fluid.

The need to claim her again overtook me, and I picked up the pace, thrusting harder, deeper, until her entire body was shifting on the mattress. That’s when Liam returned. Wordlessly, he moved behind her, bracing her from slipping further back. I met his eyes briefly—saw the storm of conflict etched across his face. It lasted only seconds before resolve settled in his expression.

He leaned forward and untied the gag rope. But before she could make a sound, he guided his thick cock to her lips, pushing past them and deep into her throat.

“Good girl,” he rasped, his voice trembling. “You take me so damn well.”

His hand fisted in her hair, angling her head as he started thrusting slowly at first, then faster, driven by desperation and lust. Saliva and pre-cum coated her chin, dripping messily as she choked slightly, yet never pulled away. Her trust in us—her willingness to surrender so completely—struck me like a physical blow. It was beautiful. Intoxicating.

Bound, spread open, taking both of us—my cock buried inside her and Liam’s down her throat. She looked like a fallen angel caught between fire and devotion. It was almost too much to take in.

Liam let out a strangled cry, and I knew he was close.

“Fuuuck—ah, Angel, yes!” he gasped as he spilled down her throat. Her lips stayed sealed around him as she swallowed every drop, her lashes fluttering from the sheer intensity of it.

Watching her unravel like that undid me.

“Oh fuck—Lia, baby—yes!” I roared, thrusting one last time as I emptied myself inside her, her walls clenching so violently around me it left me frozen, breathless.

And then Liam yanked the clothespins from her nipples.

The sharp snap and surge of sensation was the final trigger. Her scream tore through the room as another orgasm shook her to her core. She clung to us—gasping, convulsing, utterly spent—until the tension finally bled from her body.

Then everything went still.

Her eyes rolled back and her body slumped.

“Shit!” I cursed, my own panic rising as Liam’s face shifted instantly from bliss to alarm.

“Lia? Baby—wake up!” he shouted, already cradling her in his arms while I stood frozen, heart pounding.

“Get the shower!” he barked, urgency snapping me out of it.

I fought my wolf’s instinct to stay by her side, to protect, to hold. But I forced my legs to move, to obey. I turned on the cold water and stepped inside, making room for Liam as he brought her in.

The second the icy stream touched her skin, her body jerked in his arms.

Her eyes fluttered open.

She blinked slowly, the flush on her cheeks deepening as she looked up at us.

“I passed out, didn’t I?” she murmured, her voice hoarse but playful.

I gave a relieved chuckle and nodded. “You did.”

“So you really did fuck me senseless,” she teased, flashing a faint grin.

Liam and I both burst into laughter, more from the flood of relief than anything else.

Once we were certain she was okay, we shifted her into a warm bath instead. The kind of night we’d just shared demanded gentleness afterward—care and comfort, even more than physical release.

I massaged her aching muscles while Liam bathed her in her favorite floral soap, both of us doting on her the way she deserved. When he reached between her legs to wash her tender folds, she flinched and hissed at him.

“Once this heat is over, I’m banning you both from touching me for days,” she threatened.

Liam and I shared a knowing smirk.

She could say that now, but we knew the truth. Ever since we claimed her, she’d become just as insatiable as we were. And with her heat intensifying everything, she wouldn’t last long before craving us again.

As I lay beside her later, I was lost in the memory of her gasping under our touch when she stirred beside me. Her body shifted restlessly, her breath quickening. I reached for her, debating whether I should wake her when the choice was taken out of my hands.

Lia bolted upright with a scream.

My arms wrapped around her immediately, holding her close as her cries sent adrenaline through my veins. Liam shot out of bed, eyes scanning the room for danger.

“No! No, please—don’t hurt them!” she cried, eyes wide but unseeing.

“Hey, baby girl…” I murmured softly, brushing her hair from her face. “You’re dreaming. You’re safe. Come back to us.”

It took a few more whispered reassurances, but finally her eyes focused—and the terror in them made my blood run cold.

“We have to go home,” she said urgently, her voice trembling with dread.