My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 360

Oberon’s POV

As I held the breathtaking she-wolf in my arms, swaying with her under the soft lights of Lia’s mating ceremony reception, I couldn’t help but lose myself in her scent—sweet strawberries and something uniquely Calliope. Her silky auburn hair spilled down her back in waves, glinting like fire embers, while her emerald eyes shimmered with unrestrained joy every time they met mine.

Her lush curves molded against my body as if made to fit me. The gentle press of her breasts to my chest, the curve of her hips cradled perfectly beneath my palms—I ached to slide my hands lower, to grab a handful of her perfect ass. But I behaved... for now.

I rested my cheek against her head, a quiet laugh rumbling from my chest as memories drifted back. I’d been a nervous wreck in those early days, fumbling through this new chapter with her. I’d only ever loved one woman before—Elin, my first mate, Dahlia’s mother. But the last thing I ever wanted was for Calliope to feel like she lived in Elin’s shadow. That fear had nearly paralyzed me.

She’d felt me retreating. And true to her nature, she’d confronted me without hesitation.

"I can't do this anymore, Oberon,” she’d said one night over a painfully silent dinner.

My heart clenched. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this.” She gestured between us. “This tense, quiet dance around each other like we’re walking on eggshells. Our story is complicated—of course we’ll screw up sometimes. But I can’t keep accepting only part of you. If you want me, then it has to be all of you. I need you to decide.”

I’d pulled her into my lap then, holding her close, burying my face in her hair to soothe the beast inside me. My wolf was howling in shame—for upsetting our mate, for making her feel unwanted.

“I’m so sorry, love,” I whispered. “All I want is for you to feel safe, adored. I’ll do better. Please, just give me another chance.”

“It’s not about chances,” she murmured, sighing. “Just talk to me, Oberon. What are you so afraid of?”

“I’m afraid I’ll mess this up. That I’ll say or do the wrong thing and lose you.”

She stroked my jaw, grounding me. “I’m not going anywhere. And I don’t want the perfect version of you—I want the real you. That’s what I need. Can you give me that?”

“I can. I will.” I paused, searching her eyes. “But I’m not the only one keeping something in. What are you afraid of, Calliope?”

She hesitated, her brows drawn tight, a tiny wrinkle forming over her nose that I found annoyingly adorable. I could practically see her thoughts warring inside.

“Honestly?” she said at last. “I’m afraid you’ll never just see me. That every touch, every kiss, every meal I cook will be compared to Elin’s. And when you go quiet... I start to wonder.”

My heart cracked open. That was the exact pain I’d hoped to spare her.

“I get it,” she continued before I could speak. “I loved Elin too. She was my sister. But I always lived in her shadow—second-best, always lacking. Just… tell me if that’s what I am to you, Oberon, so I can brace for it.”

“Calliope.” Her name was a prayer on my lips. “You’re nothing like her—and that’s exactly why I want you. I will never compare you to Elin. I honor her memory, but I don’t want to relive that past. I want a future with you. New memories. Ones that belong to us, and us alone. Can you do that with me?”

Tears welled in her eyes and slipped down her cheeks. “I’d love that,” she whispered.

I kissed her, gently at first, until our bodies and hearts took over. There was fire in her—unrelenting and wild. Though raised in Spain, her Irish roots burned bright in her sharp tongue and even sharper temper. She was everything I never knew I needed, and resisting the urge to mark her became a daily torment.

The night I couldn’t take it anymore began with Lia heading out with friends—finally giving Calliope and me uninterrupted time. After dinner, we curled up on her worn couch, but I didn’t stay there long. I pulled her into my lap, kissed her deeply, and felt the embers between us erupt into flame.

Her hands slipped under my shirt as mine roamed her curves. I kissed down her jaw, then her throat, lingering at the spot where I longed to mark her. I teased the swell of her breasts, savoring the heat of her skin. Her moans vibrated against my neck, and I snapped.

“I want to make you mine, Calliope. Let me,” I whispered against her ear.

A slow, mischievous smile curved her lips. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down with reverence before shedding my shirt at her eager hands. Her fingers explored my chest, igniting something primal. My wolf surged forward, and in one heated second, I tore her shirt and bra clean off. She gasped but didn’t stop me—just blushed, her breath catching as I drank her in.

“Beautiful,” I murmured, kneeling over her like a man on his knees at an altar.

Our kiss deepened until we were breathless. I moved to her neck, then down to her full, perfect breasts, sucking one nipple into my mouth and groaning at her taste. Her body arched, begging for more.

I stripped away her pants and the delicate scrap of lace beneath, revealing thighs slick with desire. Her scent engulfed me. I couldn’t wait another second.

I buried my face between her legs, devouring her like a starving man. My fingers slipped inside her, coaxing her toward climax as I worked her clit with my tongue. Her cries grew louder, her hips bucking until I had to hold her down.

When she finally shattered for me, I lapped up every drop, savoring her like a feast.

“You taste like heaven, my love,” I growled.

Her voice came desperate and thick with need. “Oberon, please. I need you inside me.”

I shed the last of my clothing and climbed onto the bed. Her breath caught as she saw me fully, her hand wrapping around my length with a greedy hunger. Her lips followed, taking me deep, and I nearly lost it then and there.

I had to pull away.

“Patience, love. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, make me yours.”

I eased into her slowly, groaning as her heat enveloped me. I held still, trembling with restraint, until she urged me to move. And then I did—thrusting hard, then harder, as her slick walls welcomed me deeper.

She matched me move for move, moaning for more every time I tried to slow. Her orgasm built fast, and I reached down to rub her clit until she broke beneath me. As she shattered, I leaned in and sank my canines into her neck, marking her as mine.

She screamed my name in ecstasy—and then I felt her teeth pierce my skin in return, claiming me.

The climax that tore through me as our bond sealed was indescribable. I spilled my seed deep inside her, filling her with every last drop as we clung to one another, tangled and breathless.

“Um, Oberon?” Calliope’s voice brought me back to the present.

I blinked, suddenly aware of the guests swirling around us—and the hard-on I was pressing shamelessly against her as we danced.

“Just reminiscing about our first night together,” I said, smirking. “And thinking we should recreate it... immediately.”

She giggled, cheeks pink. “Didn’t we just do that an hour before the ceremony?”

“As close to perfect as that was, I think we could still use the practice,” I teased, already steering her toward the exit.

She stopped me with a hand on my chest. “Shouldn’t we say goodnight to Lia and her mates?”

“They’ve got more important things on their minds tonight.” With that, I swept her up into my arms and carried her toward our room, her laughter echoing against my chest.