My Possessive Alpha Twins For Mate Chapter 74

"I thought we were getting a shower?" I asked, raising an eyebrow as Kieran turned on the faucet for the bathtub.

I had long admired the bathtub in their bathroom but hadn't yet had the chance to use it. The jets etched into the side, the built-in seat meant for reclining, and the curved design that could easily fit a small family; it all called my name.

After a lifetime of living in cruddy apartments and decrepit houses, this place felt like a mansion. I was used to small shower-bathtub combinations, often stained an unappealing shade of yellow. More often than not, mold dotted the ceiling in black and green splotches.

The times I had used their obnoxiously large shower, I took all the time in the world to enjoy the constant stream of hot water and the glistening surfaces that made me wonder how often this house was cleaned.

"You've been eying this bathtub since moving in. I thought you might finally want to use it," Kieran remarked, perched on the edge of the bathtub with a look of interest on his face.

Both of the twins were always so intense, with a predatory-like focus on me. Those first run-ins with them had been far too intense for me to comprehend.

When they set their sights on something, they put everything they had into it: every thought, emotion, and action dedicated to that one thing. Where it had once overwhelmed me, it now excited me in a way I couldn't describe.

"I've been eying it because who has a bathtub like this?" I laughed, gesturing to the miniature swimming pool before me. "Five normal-sized people could fit in here easily."

"Are Ethan and I not what you would call 'normal-sized?'" Kieran snorted, one of his dark eyebrows lifting.

Where Ethan’s touch reminded me of crashing waves, Kieran’s was the touch of flame. I drowned in the ocean that was Ethan, ripped down into the cold depths of the sea, battered by thrashing waves that held me down. I was burned in the billowing flames that made up Kieran, and could feel the heat crackle up my spine, filling every crevice with delicious warmth. They were two halves of a whole, both of which fit me completely.

I smirked at the intrigued expression on his face and pulled the sports bra from my body, letting it fall to the floor in a clump of black fabric. "You and I both know there's nothing normal about the size of you two. Last time I checked, most eighteen-year-olds aren't built like linebackers."

"Are you talking about our bodies, or something else?" he teased, a tone that was amusing considering the deepness of Kieran’s voice.

A dark flame flickered behind those eyes, and his gaze narrowed to my exposed chest. The cold air in the bathroom made my nipples harden into stiff peaks, a sight Kieran devoured with lavish interest.

Despite the blush that stained my cheeks, I managed a weak smirk in his direction. "I'm talking about your body. As for your other part, I don't have anyone else to compare with, other than Ethan."

"Good," Kieran all but snarled, standing from the edge of the bathtub.

He stood just inches away after taking two big strides, looking down at me through the dark strands of his unruly hair. He smelled of cinnamon and heat, of male musk that I prayed would become firmly embedded in my brain. It was a mouthwatering scent, only made better by mixing with Ethan’s.

His weighted gaze traveled down my face, lingering on my full lips before grazing over the arches of my breasts. Despite how comfortable I felt around the twins, I couldn't shake the bouts of self-consciousness that would pass over me.

They were the first men to see me completely exposed, yet they saw none of the flaws I did. My fingers twitched as I resisted the urge to cover myself, an action Kieran noticed entirely.

His eyes narrowed, darting up to mine before his calloused hand gripped my chin. His grip wasn't hard enough to hurt me, but firm enough to capture my undivided attention. He tilted my head to the side before leaning in close, his lips grazing the soft skin of my earlobe.

"Shy little Sophia. Someday you will see how delectable you truly are." His chuckle was low and raspy, a sound that made my knees wobble. It was a sound full of dark promise, one that would bring both pleasure and pain.

"Delectable?" I breathed heavily, my eyes fluttering up to his own. "Someday I'm going to have a huge ego, and it'll all be because of you and Ethan."

"As you should," he murmured, the corners of his lips twitching into a deviously handsome smirk. "I went easy on you the first few times, sweetheart. But I like to play, and I'm eager to see how much you can handle."

"How much I can handle?" I squeaked, eyes going wide as I saw an entirely new side of Kieran.

I had always known he was a bit darker than his brother, prone to anger that made the world tremble, but I hadn't quite expected this. My lack of experience with the opposite gender left me not quite knowing what I enjoyed, but I trusted Ethan and Kieran enough to show me; to teach me new things. I wanted the darkness that lingered within Kieran, wanted it to claim me as its own. Every part of them, light or dark, belonged to me; just as my own demons belonged to them.

The three of us were imperfect but shared those imperfections and embraced them fully. It was a feeling of complete security, one I had never known before. There was no wondering, no worrying that they might find someone new. Full acceptance was something beautiful and rare, something very few were able to experience.

"With your permission, of course," he grinned, a purely indulgent, male smile that promised nothing yet everything.

"Oh, of course." I stammered, nodding my head a little too enthusiastically.

"Good girl," he chuckled, and the sound of his voice was like liquid flame shooting straight between my legs. My body awoke at the raspy praise, and I twitched as the urge to consume him completely took over.

Kieran noticed every reaction my body elicited and seemed to devour them all. A wide, snake-like grin formed on his face; the smile of a predator, lazy and confident.

"Patience, sweetheart. We haven't even started yet."

Kieran turned the knob on the faucet, and the water spewing into the bathtub sputtered to a stop. Steam rippled and billowed off the water, coating the mirror against the far wall in a thin layer of condensation. In an agonizingly slow movement, he pulled the shirt from his body and discarded his pants on the floor. Like Ethan, Kieran was deliciously formed with rippling muscles and dark hair along his arms and legs. His chest was smooth apart from the scars that marred his skin. Every carving into his creamy skin only added to the excitement, the attraction I felt toward him.

"Take off your clothes," he smirked, catching me ogling his naked body.

His command snapped me out of my stupor, and while I was blushing furiously, I did not apologize. Only a fool wouldn't stare. My eyes had traced the thick muscles that ran along his thighs, down to the heavy member that hung between his legs.

Much less gracefully than Kieran had, I shed the rest of my clothes. A squeal left my lips when Kieran scooped me up and stepped into the bath. The water was hot against my skin, but only stung for a moment before I became used to the heat. My aching muscles welcomed the hot water, and I let out a low groan. Kieran gripped my hips and spun me around so that I now faced the mirror along the far wall. The hardness between his legs was pressed tightly against my bottom, and I could feel every hard ridge along his shaft. His fingers skimmed up and down my sides, slowly grazing my hips before plunging even lower. He took his time caressing me, and with each passing second, the ache between my legs grew.

I should've been tired; completely worn out. Not only had I trained most of the day, but I had also been taken by his brother and was left a trembling mess when we had finished.

Yet, my body craved more. It was as though it knew it had felt the heated touches of only one mate, and it craved to feel the wicked touches of the other. My body came alive as Kieran's fingers danced down my thighs.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," he purred, and I locked eyes with him through the mirror against the wall. Whoever had decided to place a mirror that reflected directly into the bathtub was beyond me, but for the moment, I was thankful for the strange design choice. "Let me see your pretty little pussy. I want you to watch everything I do to you, understand?"

"Yes!" I gasped, just as his fingers grazed my damp folds, sending blissful tingles through my legs.

"One last thing," he spoke softly in my ear, his lips traveling down the length of my neck. "You come when I say so."

I swallowed thickly, a hint of fear surfacing in my gut. The pleasure I experienced at the hands of the twins was something beyond my control—a torrent of flame, an unwavering tsunami that obliterated any sense of awareness. It overtook me completely, but for Kieran, I would try to hold it back.

His fingers grazed over the bundle of nerves between my legs, and I jerked in response. Quick flashes of pleasure pelted me like burning embers, making me go taut and loose all at once. Every rough pass of his fingers had me ratcheting higher, my breaths coming in little pants. When he slipped a finger inside of me, I nearly came undone.

"Watch what I'm doing to you. See how beautiful you are? See how perfect you look with flushed cheeks and parted lips?" Kieran rasped in my ear, his eyes locked on mine through the mirror. "See how your pussy responds to me?"

Without realizing it, one of my hands drifted up to my exposed breast. I palmed it, rolling my nipple between my fingers as a hiss escaped my lips.

"That's it, sweetheart," Kieran groaned, pushing his hard length further into my backside. "Make yourself feel good."

I ground my teeth together, fighting the blistering pleasure and the flames that burned in its wake. My legs trembled, and my aching muscles groaned from the effort; yet, the pleasure never ceased. Kieran slipped another finger inside of me, using his thumb to stroke that little bundle of nerves like a finely tuned instrument. He worked my body to a crescendo, only to still and let the note fall flat.

Kieran's dirty murmurs in my ear only spurred on the looming orgasm. I was hyperaware of his length pressed against me, and my core ached for him. After holding back the consuming pleasure a third time, my strength began to waver. I needed to feel him stretching my walls, pushing me to my limit as I came completely undone around him. I wanted to feel him pulse inside me, spilling his liquid fire deep within. My clit had swollen, and every touch was like blissful torture. A whimper escaped my lips as the pleasure reached newfound heights. Each time I held it back, it returned with a vengeance, determined to strip me of my will and sanity.

"Don't you dare, Sophia," Kieran snarled. "I want to feel you wrapped around me when you come."

"Please—" I gasped, my legs quivering with each breath. "I need—"

"Tell me what you need," he growled, pushing against my clit rough enough to make me yelp.

"I need to feel you inside me," I rasped, my voice husky and unlike my usual tone. "I want you to fuck me, so bad—so bad."

"We're going to try something new, sweetheart. Think you can handle it?" he asked, smirking through the mirror.

"I'll try anything at this point," I answered honestly, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"If at any point you can't handle it, tell me." He locked eyes with me, his face devoid of any playfulness. "Don't suffer for my sake, understood?"

"Yes, I understand," I nodded eagerly.

"Good girl. Now, grip the edge of the tub. I want you facing the mirror. Watch as I fuck you," he purred, giving my hips one last squeeze before letting me go.

I did as Kieran said, maneuvering onto my knees and gripping the porcelain edge of the bathtub. I was a foot away from the steamy surface of the mirror and could see Kieran positioning himself behind me. When he rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, gathering my slickness, I thought nothing of it.

Surprise followed by a flicker of fear blossomed on my face as his length traveled higher to the puckered hole above my pussy. He pushed against it gently, watching every emotion cross my face. I had thought of the twins taking me in many ways, and this scenario had crossed my mind countless times. I knew anal was something many people did, but I never thought to count myself in. It was new and somewhat frightening, but I trusted Ethan and Kieran completely. Despite the darkness in Kieran, I knew he would never harm me. This sense of complete comfort spurred me on as I crossed into uncharted territory.

"Relax, sweetheart," he murmured, his eyes soft. "I'll let you adjust once it's in."

I managed a strong nod and spread my legs a little further, hoping it would help once the thickness of him filled me. I held my breath as the head of him parted that tight hole, exhaling once he was fully sheathed within me. It was different. I felt full, entirely full and gorged on him. Kieran waited with incredible patience, even as his length pulsed inside me. Slowly, I shifted my hips. I gasped as his cock slid out a few inches, before sliding back in with ease. A different kind of pleasure rocked through me, equally potent and addicting.

For those brief moments, I wondered what it might feel like to have Ethan beneath me, to feel him and his brother at the same time.

"What are you thinking, sweetheart?" Kieran chuckled, watching me through the mirror. "You're blushing even harder than usual."

"I-um," I stammered, my grip on the tub tightening. "I was wondering if—if next time, you and Ethan would fuck me...at the same time."