My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 356

Dahlia’s POV

For a fleeting second, I lost myself in those breathtaking seafoam green eyes, eyes that seemed to look straight into my soul. But before I could process the intensity in Liam’s gaze, I felt the sharp tug—my knees hitting the floor as he grabbed the low-cut V of my dress and tore it clean down the center, the sound of fabric ripping echoing in the room. In an instant, I was bare before them, exposed in every sense of the word.

“Damn it,” Logan hissed under his breath, his tone dripping with frustration. “I loved that dress on her.”

Liam didn’t even glance his way. “We’ll get her another one,” he said coolly. “It was in the way.”

They moved in, flanking me on either side like a practiced dance, guiding me back until I was lying on the mattress. I watched, breath hitching, as they slowly began undressing—each movement deliberate, each piece of clothing peeled away as if they had all the time in the world. Their pace contrasted violently with the growing urgency inside me.

“Breathe, Angel,” Liam murmured, his voice dark velvet and full of promises. “We’re going to take care of every inch of you.”

Logan slid his arms beneath me and gently rolled me onto my stomach. I heard the subtle snap of a cap opening—no words spoken, just the rustle of silent communication between them—and moments later, four hands slicked with warm oil began gliding across my body.

Liam’s hands kneaded into my shoulders, his strong fingers melting tension I hadn’t even known I was carrying, while Logan’s touch began at my feet, tracing slow, rhythmic circles along my calves. They moved with precision and worship, hands exploring every dip and curve of my back, trailing over the swells of my hips until both of them met at the roundness of my ass, each taking possession with a firm squeeze that made my breath catch.

I thought they’d finally go where I needed them most, but instead, they flipped me over, starting the exploration all over again. Liam focused on my neck and shoulders while Logan’s hands wandered lower. And then—Liam’s weight shifted on the bed and his mouth descended on my breasts, his hands expertly rolling my aching nipples between his fingers, pulling pleasure from me with maddening ease.

He hovered above, and the heat of his arousal brushed my cheek—a silent invitation I couldn’t ignore. With trembling fingers, I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his length and guiding him to my lips. The moment I took him into my mouth, Logan’s tongue found its way between my thighs, dragging a cry from me that was muffled against Liam.

Liam hissed above me, fisting my hair, gently urging me to take more of him as his other hand slid around my throat. Our eyes locked, his gaze commanding—intoxicating. And I didn’t dare look away as he moved, each controlled thrust stealing another breath, another thought.

Beneath me, Logan didn’t relent. His fingers slipped inside me while his tongue circled my clit in slow, deliberate strokes that bordered on cruel. Every muscle in my body trembled from the slow build, the unrelenting tease. I whimpered against Liam, my body begging for more while my mouth remained too full to plead properly.

Liam’s eyes gleamed with amusement at my helplessness. They enjoyed seeing me like this—on the edge, surrendered and strung tight. But I wasn’t about to let them have all the power. I hollowed my cheeks and pulled Liam deeper, swirling my tongue and swallowing around him, feeling the rumble of pleasure vibrate through him.

He groaned, his hips jerking slightly. I knew he was close. And when I let my jaw slacken, easing off the pressure just a little, his eyes narrowed in warning.

“I know you want to come, baby girl,” Logan said knowingly from between my thighs, “but trust me—it’ll be worth the wait.”

Then, everything stopped. Both of them pulled away, and for a second, I felt cold—bereft. But they were just switching places. Logan moved up to me, rubbing the head of his cock against my lips, spreading slick warmth over my mouth.

“Open,” he ordered, tapping insistently against my lips.

I obeyed instantly, only to gag as he thrust deep, not giving me time to adjust. At the same time, Liam’s slick fingers teased a new path, sliding lower, circling, until one pressed into my tightest entrance. The unexpected stretch pulled a loud moan from me, the vibration sending Logan’s groan echoing above.

“Fuck, baby,” Logan cursed. “You suck like a dream. I could stay buried in this mouth forever. But we’re not done. The only way anyone’s getting off tonight is with both of us inside you.”

His words were like fire, igniting something primal inside me. Liam pulled back again, and I whined as the contact was lost, only for them to smirk in unison. Logan sat back against the headboard, pulling me onto his lap with a gentle grip.

“Ready for us both, baby girl?” he murmured against my ear, his voice husky. “To feel us stretching you, filling you, claiming every part of you?”

My breath caught in my throat. I nodded, biting my lower lip—until Liam reached down and tugged it free with a smirk.

“Words, Angel,” he reminded, voice rough.

“Yes,” I whispered. “I’m ready, Alphas.”

“Good girl,” Liam praised, and the warmth of it melted through me.

He kissed me like a man starved, deep and consuming, his tongue tangling with mine. Behind me, Logan opened another bottle of lube, slicking himself before sliding his fingers between my cheeks again. I tensed instinctively when the head of his cock pressed against me.

“Relax,” he whispered, caressing my hip, while Liam’s mouth found the mark he’d left on my neck, kissing it gently.

Their hands steadied me, guided me, soothed me—and slowly, Logan pushed in, inch by inch, until I was completely filled. I gasped at the intrusion, pain and pleasure colliding in a dizzying swirl.

He began moving in slow thrusts, shallow at first, coaxing my body to adjust. Liam waited until my eyes found his, then moved between my legs, guiding the thick length of him to my center.

Even as my body screamed for him, part of me hesitated. But that hesitation vanished when I saw the hunger in his eyes—the worship, the reverence. My fear turned to need.

He raised my legs over his shoulders and entered me with excruciating care. Logan’s arms tightened around me as Liam filled me, his movements patient, his gaze locked on mine.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” Logan whispered. “So damn perfect. I love you.”

The words wrapped around me like silk. My body arched toward them both, taking everything they gave me. Once Liam was fully inside, they paused, letting me breathe through it. But I didn’t want to wait.

“Please,” I begged, voice trembling.

“Please what?” Liam teased, cupping my cheek.

“Please move. I need you to fuck me,” I sobbed, unable to hide the ache anymore.

Logan grinned behind me. “With pleasure.”

Their rhythm started slow—alternating strokes that had me clutching at sheets, at hair, at anything to anchor me as they took me. Liam leaned down to worship my breasts, licking, sucking, while Logan murmured praise against my ear.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Angel,” Liam groaned.

“In every damn way,” Logan echoed.

Their words fanned the fire inside me, making my hips move in desperation, meeting their thrusts. My body clenched, the pressure building like a tidal wave. They shifted rhythm again—this time, driving into me together, harder, deeper, until I shattered.

My scream broke the silence, my release flooding over them both as I trembled uncontrollably. But they didn’t stop.

Before I could recover, they repositioned me again—this time, facing Logan, his hands gripping my waist as he guided me down onto him. Liam didn’t wait, using the evidence of my climax to slick himself before plunging into me from behind.

“You didn’t think Logan was the only one who’d get to take this sweet ass, did you?” Liam growled into my ear.

I could barely respond. All I could do was take them both, helpless as they claimed me again, their cocks driving into me in a punishing rhythm that sent me hurtling toward another high.

“Come for us again, baby,” Logan groaned, his grip tightening.

Liam’s hand slid between us, rubbing fast, relentless circles over my clit. I nearly sobbed.

“Please, Liam—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he said firmly. “Let go.”

And I did. I let the waves take me, the scream of their names tearing from my throat as I came so hard, I saw stars.

Logan followed, his release hot and deep. Liam was right behind him, groaning low as he spilled into me.

“That was…” Logan’s voice faded, too wrecked to finish.

“Yeah,” Liam agreed, his breath warm against my shoulder.

“Mmhmm,” was all I could manage.

We collapsed together in a tangled heap, too sated to move, too blissed-out to care. The rest of the night blurred into waves of slow kisses, rough claiming, whispered promises, and stolen naps between.

Sometime before dawn, I felt myself being lifted—strong arms carrying me into a warm bath. I floated there in and out of consciousness, lulled by the tenderness of their touch.

Later, fresh sheets cooled my back, and I knew one of them had cleaned the bed while I soaked. The scent of us lingered, but now it was mingled with something deeper—something permanent.

Arms folded around me from both sides, cocooning me in warmth.

“I love you, my sweet angel,” Liam murmured into my curls.

“I love you, doll. My perfect mate. My baby girl,” Logan whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I love you both,” I whispered back. “My strength. My safe place. My Alphas. My forever.”

As sleep pulled me under, my last thought was one of deep peace. Our path hadn’t been easy. There were battles ahead. But the Moon Goddess had known what she was doing.

And I was exactly where I was meant to be.