My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 359

Dahlia’s POV

I wasn’t sure how I’d ended up here—pinned between my two insatiable mates, their hands roaming my body, scattering every coherent thought like leaves in a storm. I'd only meant to lounge by the pool, unwind with a book, maybe steal a moment of peace. But now all I could think about was their touch—how I needed them on me, in me, everywhere. The hunger was maddening, eclipsing everything else.

Logan had one muscular thigh wedged between mine, grinding against my core as his mouth devoured my breasts. He sucked at my nipples like a man starved, drawing sharp gasps from my throat. The heat between my legs had already soaked through my bikini bottoms, dripping down my thighs, coating his leg in my arousal.

Behind me, Liam stepped in close, his lips finding the mark he’d left on my neck. The moment his tongue swept over it and he began to suck, my knees nearly buckled.

Strong arms caught me—Liam’s—wrapping around my waist and holding me upright just as Logan’s teeth released my breast. He rose, stealing my breath with a kiss that was as consuming as it was commanding. My body trembled where it touched theirs, a live wire of need and anticipation.

“You smell like heaven, Angel,” Liam murmured into my hair, his hands gliding up to cup my breasts, fingers flicking and teasing my aching nipples with a skill that made my back arch into his touch.

Logan’s kiss deepened, wild and dominating, even as his hands traveled downward, untying the delicate strings at my hips with practiced ease.

“So fucking wet for us, huh, baby girl?” he growled, his hand sliding between my thighs to cup my soaked sex.

Before I could catch my breath, Liam stepped back, guiding me with him. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling me into his lap so my back rested against his chest. My legs fell open over his, putting me on full display for Logan—who prowled toward us like a beast who'd just cornered his prey.

He knelt before me and didn’t hesitate—his mouth claimed me, devouring me like I was his last meal. He licked at my folds, slurped at the juices dripping from me, but deliberately avoided my clit, keeping me teetering on the edge. I was about to scream in frustration when Liam pulled me into a kiss, silencing the sound with his tongue.

Since the moment we marked each other, our wolves had been impossibly in sync. I loved the depth of our connection—how instinctively they knew what I needed. But I had a suspicion they were using that same bond to toy with me now, dragging out my pleasure, making me beg.

“Fucking divine,” Logan groaned against me. “Sweeter than honey.”

Liam broke the kiss to nibble once more at his mark on my neck. He was obsessed with that spot—always touching it, kissing it, like he needed constant proof it was real. It made my skin burn and my core throb. With Logan’s mouth working my pussy and Liam’s fingers teasing my nipples, I was a trembling, dripping mess.

Then Logan slid two thick fingers inside me, slow and deliberate, curling them just right to send shivers through me. I bit back a plea for more, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me beg.

They both chuckled, the sound low and dark, their amusement resonating through the bond.

“You wanna come, baby girl?” Logan teased. “All you have to do is ask.”

I narrowed my eyes, debating if I trusted him—then gave in with a sigh.

“Please make me come, Alphas.” My voice was raw, laced with need.

Liam’s growl rumbled behind me. “Your wish is our command, Angel.”

Logan’s fingers sped up, pressing deep and fast, while his mouth finally latched onto my clit. At the same time, Liam’s canines pierced the sensitive skin of my neck, sending lightning through my veins. I shattered, screaming their names as my release poured out of me. Logan moaned as he licked up everything, my juices coating his face as my body convulsed in Liam’s arms.

When I finally collapsed against Liam, he pulled his fangs free and licked the mark closed.

I wanted nothing more than a warm bath and sleep, but my mates had other plans.

Logan stood and helped me up just as Liam shed his pants behind me. Strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me backward, his cock impaling me in one smooth thrust. I gasped—he was deep, impossibly so, his tip brushing my cervix in a way that made my eyes roll back.

“We both want to be inside you, Angel,” Liam whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Is that okay?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want you both.”

Liam lay back on the bed, taking me with him. I straddled him as he adjusted beneath me, still thrusting slowly. He bent his knees, planting his feet flat, opening me wide. Logan hovered above us, staring at where Liam’s cock disappeared into me. Something in his expression snapped—and then he moved.

He gripped my thighs, rubbing his hard length against my slit, teasing my clit until I was shaking again. Just as I neared another orgasm, he pulled back, positioning himself and driving in.

“Still so fucking tight,” he growled, inching deeper until he was fully buried inside.

They held still, letting me adjust to the impossible fullness. Every time they did this, it felt like the first time—like there was no way they’d both fit. But they always did. And once the burning stretch eased, all I wanted was for them to move.

I rocked my hips, grinding against them, and they responded with synchronized thrusts that had me seeing stars.

“Fuck, Angel,” Liam grunted. “You feel too damn good. I’m not going to last.”

“Come with us, baby girl,” Logan growled, his fingers finding my clit again while Liam pinched my nipples. I was losing my mind. Just a few more strokes, and I was clenching around them, coming so hard I sobbed.

They followed, both of them spilling inside me with guttural moans and trembling bodies.

We collapsed together, breathless, tangled limbs and sticky skin. Eventually, Logan rolled off with a groan, and Liam carried me into the shower. As always, we took our time washing one another, then returned to bed for a nap.

Curled between them, I felt nothing but peace. It was the perfect moment.

“As incredible as that was,” I murmured, “don’t think I didn’t see through your little plan.”

Logan blinked at me, playing innocent. “Plan? What plan? We were just worshipping our mate.”

I gave him a look. “You were distracting me. You didn’t want me leaving the room in that bikini.”

Liam didn’t even bother denying it—he smirked, knowing he was caught.

“Too bad,” I sighed dramatically. “I just wanted to wear it one last time… before it doesn’t fit anymore.”

Silence.

Liam slowly sat up behind me, his hands tightening around my waist.

“You… Are you saying…?” His voice was a hoarse whisper. “Are you pregnant?”

I nodded, unable to contain my smile. “I had Theron run a test before we left.”

Logan sat frozen, awe and fear battling in his eyes. “We’re going to be fathers?”

“Yes. Both of you.” I touched his cheek gently. “And our baby is lucky to have you.”

The floodgates opened. They pulled me down between them, covering my face and neck with kisses, murmuring “thank you” like a prayer. Then Logan moved lower, kissing my belly with reverence.

“You’re going to be the luckiest pup in the world,” he whispered. “Three parents who’ll love you more than anything.”

Liam joined him, hands caressing my stomach. “You’ve already got the best mom. Your dads are figuring it out… but we’ll get there.”

They looked up at me, eyes shining with pure love, and I knew I’d made the right choice in telling them now. The future was uncertain—but this moment was ours.

We spent the rest of the day dreaming of nursery themes and baby names. Liam had already slipped into protective Alpha mode, insisting I be wrapped in bubble wrap for the next several months. I let him believe it—for now. There’d be time to argue later.

For now, I just wanted to savor this joy, wrapped in the arms of my mates, carrying the miracle we’d made together.

I never wanted this life—never asked for mates, let alone two. Never asked to be the Celtic Wolf. But wrapped in their warmth, my heart full and my future growing inside me, I couldn’t imagine being anyone else.

Unknown POV

I was sent here to watch her. Spy on the one they call the Celtic Wolf. My orders were simple: stay hidden, observe, report. Do not engage.

She didn’t seem extraordinary. Not yet. But my master insisted—she was the one chosen by the Moon Goddess, the one who could ruin everything.

She was stunning. Almost too beautiful. A part of me—twisted and selfish—wanted to keep her for myself. But I knew better. As long as she lived, she was a threat to my master’s plans.

Still, I was forbidden from making contact. We couldn't tip our hand. She needed to remain unaware. The longer she didn’t know who she was, the more time we had to strengthen our army.

So far, there’d been no sign she was awakening. She spent her days tangled up with the twin Alphas, barely leaving their side. No powers. No awareness. Nothing beyond ordinary pack behavior.

And yet… wouldn’t it be glorious if I were the one to kill her? If I struck before she had a chance to become the danger we feared?

She was always surrounded—her mates, her guards, the pack's strongest. But I would wait. I was patient. And eventually, she would be alone.

Vulnerable.

And when that moment came… I would make my master proud.