My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 357

Liam’s POV

"I'm hitting the gym before we take our girl out tonight. You in?" Logan asked, glancing over at me.

We were strolling back to our suite after breakfast with our mate, a quiet moment after weeks of chaos. It had been several weeks since the mating ceremony, and this trip—just the three of us—was long overdue.

We would’ve left sooner, but the looming threat of the Dark Fae had kept us grounded. Too many unknowns, too many risks. It took time to coordinate with our allies, to get enough warriors stationed back home so we could breathe—just for a little while.

So here we were: a five-star luxury resort tucked away on a sun-drenched island, far from the noise of the pack and the tension of war. We’d considered countless destinations, but after everything Lia had endured, she deserved paradise.

"You should go," Lia offered, flashing that sweet smile. "I'm just going to chill by the pool for a bit. You’d be bored anyway."

I almost agreed. Honestly, I needed the workout—training had been sporadic at best lately. But then Ghost growled in my mind.

“Stay with mate!” he snarled.

A montage of visions followed—men leering, eyes devouring her in that barely-there bikini, even with us nearby. If she was alone? Hell no.

"Nah, you go ahead. Poolside sounds like a better move today. Bit of sun won't kill me," I replied, casual as ever.

Logan gave me a look. He knew better. I’ve never once "relaxed by the pool" in my life.

“What’s going on?” he mind-linked, suspicious.

“There’s no way you just want to soak up some vitamin D.”

Instead of explaining, I sent him the images Ghost had shown me. His mental growl echoed instantly, fists tightening at his sides.

“Yeah. Don’t let her out of your sight. Not even for a second.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I assured him.

Lia must've caught the shift in energy. She cleared her throat beside me.

"Everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft.

"Just finalizing some plans for later," Logan said smoothly, leaning in to kiss her. “You two enjoy the pool.” He shot her a wink and turned away with a knowing grin.

I laced my fingers through hers and tugged her gently toward the elevator. “Let’s go get changed, Angel.”

After Ghost’s little mental slideshow, I wasn’t just feeling protective—I was territorial.

Inside the empty elevator, as the doors slid shut, I pulled her in front of me, her back to my chest, and wrapped one arm around her shoulders. My other hand swept her curls off her neck, and I inhaled deeply—her scent grounding me instantly. I grazed my mark with my teeth, teasing it with gentle licks, while tracing lazy circles across her stomach.

A soft moan escaped her lips, and the sudden spike of her arousal hit me like a truck. Fuck. Forget the pool—I needed her back in that bed, now.

The moment those elevator doors opened, I scooped her up and all but sprinted down the hall. Once inside our suite, I pinned her to me against the closed door, fingers tangled in her curls, forcing her head back so I could look at her.

She met my gaze with mischief blazing in her eyes… then slowly licked her lips.

That was it. Ghost surged forward, blurring the line between man and wolf as I crashed my mouth to hers. The kiss was desperate, rough—biting, claiming, tongues warring. I tried to dominate it, but Lia wasn’t having it. She fought back with equal fire.

Then suddenly, she broke away and shoved me back against the door, hard.

She dropped to her knees without a word, her eyes never leaving mine. Fucking hell. I had to fight not to come on the spot.

Her hands yanked down my shorts and boxers like she couldn’t stand the barrier between us a second longer. My cock sprang free, hard and eager. Her eyes widened slightly at the size—she always looked like she was doing mental calculations—but she didn’t hesitate. Her hands wrapped around me, stroking slow and deliberate, her smirk intact.

"Shit," I growled. The bond between us crackled with heat and sparks under her touch.

She leaned forward, licking the drop of precum from the tip before taking me into her mouth. Her tongue circled expertly, dragging a strangled groan from my throat.

Holy. Fuck.

She took more of me with each movement, pushing past her gag reflex until I hit the back of her throat. When her throat tightened around me, I nearly lost control.

One hand gripped her hair while the other braced against the door as I began to thrust. Hard. Fast. She moaned in pleasure around me, egging me on. Her other hand massaged my balls while the first continued to stroke my base. The sight of her—mouth full of me, looking up with lust-glazed eyes—was pure sin.

"You feel so fucking good, Angel… I’m gonna—" I gasped.

At my warning, she grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper, refusing to let me go.

“Fuuuck!” I shouted as I came, body shaking, cock pulsing as she swallowed every drop.

She didn’t stop, licking and sucking until I was spent and twitching. I pulled her up and crushed her to me, claiming her mouth in a kiss so filthy I tasted myself on her tongue.

She smirked against my lips. “I’m gonna go get changed for the pool now,” she whispered, turning with a sway in her hips and vanishing into the bathroom with a teasing wink.

And there I stood, pants around my ankles, completely wrecked—and in absolute awe that Logan and I were mated to this woman.

Once I’d wrestled my swim trunks on, I tried to focus on emails, hoping to kill time while Lia changed. That little scene calmed Ghost for the moment, but the idea of her walking around half-naked in front of strangers still had my hackles up.

Then she stepped out of the bathroom wearing a red string bikini that barely qualified as fabric.

Nope.

"Absolutely fucking not," I growled before I could stop myself.

She blinked at me, startled. “What? What’s wrong?”

“You think you’re walking out of here in that?” I snapped, already regretting my tone.

She rolled her eyes. “Relax, I’m wearing a cover-up. It’s not like I’m strutting through the entire hotel.”

“Yeah? And are you planning to keep that cover-up on at the pool?”

“That would kind of defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it?” she bit out, crossing her arms. The motion only pushed her breasts up higher in that scrap of red.

Nope. Again.

“You can either change into something with more coverage… or we skip the pool. Your call.”

"You’re fucking ridiculous!" she shouted, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door behind her.

Perfect. Just perfect.

Why does she have this effect on me? I used to be calm. Rational. But when it comes to her, everything inside me is sharper—hotter—more volatile.

I knocked softly on the door. “Angel… I’m sorry. Please come out so we can talk.”

That’s when the main door to the suite flew open.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Logan barked.

Fucking perfect.