Promised To The Alpha Twins
Chapter 108

“Are you sure about this?” I sighed as my back made contact with the cold, smooth surface of the tiles on the shower wall.

That sensation traveled down my spine and spread over my shoulders, meeting the cold dampness on my skin. Wrapping my legs around Liam, I used him as support to keep my face at his level. We had been passionately kissing for a while, leaving my cheeks flushed and my skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat.

Once the pine-scented soap had removed every last trace of dirt and grime, his hands swiftly lifted me and pressed me against the wall. My m***s were the only response as his fingers explored my chest and moved towards my neck.

“It was your concern that made you doubt about tomorrow,” Liam chuckled softly, applying gentle pressure with his fingers on the sides of my jaw.

His lips traveled across my neck, his warm breath caressing my skin, although what I truly craved was to feel his lips against mine, his teeth delicately grazing my flesh. Finally, he found the mark on my shoulder and bit down hard.

Stars twinkled behind my eyelids as every muscle in my body tensed. Only the strength of his arms and the shower wall kept me from collapsing. Intense waves of pleasure traveled up my neck and focused in my legs before deepening even further.

My excitement peaked as I felt Liam’s rough fingers gently brush against my intimacy. My skin immediately reacted to his touch, and I quivered around him. While his lips and tongue continued to play with our mark, he further spread my legs and slid his fingers along my wet cleft.

Upon inserting two of his fingers inside me, I wasn’t prepared for the urgency conveyed by his movements, the primal passion of reclaiming all that we had been missing.

“Have you ever felt the separation from the person you love, only to wake up after a week?” he whispered against my shoulder, pushing his fingers inward and curling them as he retreated, causing my jaw to slacken.

I couldn’t articulate a response beyond the m***s escaping my lips, but he seemed to understand.

“Knowing what happened through other people’s accounts, feeling like I should have been there, there’s nothing worse than that.”

Trembling, my h**s moved to the rhythm of his fingers within seconds, pressing me against his firm chest.

“I assure you that won’t happen again,” he growled, his breath heavily colliding with my shoulder.

There was a determination in his words that ignited excitement in me, making my b***d rush faster through my veins. Liam used to be more playful, so seeing him so affected and eager reignited the passion within me.

When the stars vanished from my sight, I found myself looking into his eyes. I wasn’t sure how much he knew, how much Ethan had shared with him. Was he aware of my soul-devouring condition, that I had ended Maurice Evans’ life?

“I won’t let it happen again,” I affirmed, blushing as I felt his gaze on the sway of my chest. A sense of possession grew in me, generating a burning heat and a need that almost hurt physically. I fell silent for a moment, catching my breath so that my words would resonate strongly. “I don’t know what Ethan has told you, but my abilities have changed. Now I’m a soul-devourer, and I’ve used that power more than once. I don’t know if that makes me a monster, but I’ve only done it to protect myself or the people I care about. If David tries to hurt you or any of you, I won’t hesitate to use it again.”

“We’re all monsters in a way, sweetheart. Even humans,” he murmured softly, caressing my jaw with his thumb. “Our world is as ruthless as theirs, just in a different way. Powers were granted to you so you wouldn’t submit to them.”

There was no disdain in his gaze, only acceptance. My heart was pounding, and desire surged between my legs. Liam continued to watch me with dark eyes and pressed me against the shower wall. “This first time won’t be gentle,” he whispered softly, pushing aside the damp strands from my forehead.

My excitement increased as I felt the pressure of his swollen member brush against my entrance. The mere contact sent waves of euphoria to my brain. It was what I wanted. The urgency pulsating within me mimicked the sensation of adrenaline. I wanted him entirely, his hands and lips painting my skin. I knew I’d go crazy if I prolonged this torture. His gaze confirmed my desire, and he kissed me with a passion that made me gasp. Then he lowered me to the floor, only to push me closer to the shower glass.

“Place your hands on the glass and hold the position,” his words were whispered and raspy next to my ear. His hands, warm as coals, directed me forward. The bittersweet sensation of cold embraced me as he pressed me against the dew-covered glass. Then, pushing my legs apart with a nudge, he positioned himself behind me.

I could sense his warmth against my back, and every moment of waiting heightened the moisture between my legs. A m**n escaped my lips as I felt his head graze my intimate area. An electric shock ran through my body, making me tremble from the sensitivity in that area. As he pressed against my opening, he slid a few inches into my wetness.

There was always a slight ache when one of the twins entered me, stretching me to accommodate their considerable dimensions. I moved my h**s and pressed my rear against him.

“God, a simple touch will drive me insane,” he muttered between clenched teeth, gripping my h**s firmly until I stopped.

I felt half of his length throbbing inside me, responding to the tension with a squeeze. He remained still for endless seconds before thrusting the rest of his considerable length in a sudden motion. My cheeks smashed against the shower glass, and a strange sound, unfamiliar to me, escaped my lips.

One of Liam’s hands hit the glass, while the other moved forward and caressed the delicate folds of my intimacy. Pain and pleasure intertwined, erasing the light and color from my vision.

“You’re completely mine,” he gasped between thrusts, sliding his slippery fingers over me until my legs trembled.

My mind was so confused that I hadn’t considered looking through the glass that was very close to my face. The shower water was cooling down, causing the moisture to run in thick drops.

My eyes suddenly opened, and I was surprised to meet a pair of dark eyes. Ethan was leaning against the sink, watching carefully what was happening between his brother and me. I was in a vulnerable position, legs spread open, and Liam’s hand easily detectable as he pleasured me to c****x. It was strange how I hadn’t sensed Ethan’s presence or noticed his near nudity.

My eyes fixated even more when I saw how his hand moved to grasp his e******n. Dark blue veins protruded from his member, culminating in a swollen head. I cursed and let out a m**n as Liam continued to thrust, stretching me with each grunt, all while Ethan watched us.

“It turns you on when my brother watches, doesn’t it?” Liam growled in my ear, pressing harder against my intimacy.

“Yes, I really like it,” I gasped, excited by the provocative words coming from his mouth, some so laden with desire that they made me feel euphoric and disoriented.

The tip of Ethan’s p***s glistened as he increased his pace to match Liam’s. I watched as Ethan’s h**s moved, his thick e******n sliding in his hand, while Liam delivered the final intense thrust that sent me into a frenzy.

“Oh, god, that’s it,” Liam m****d against my shoulder, his voice deep and dazed. His thrusts became rougher, and his words became unintelligible as he climaxed inside me. My v****a throbbed and squeezed, wringing everything out of him. I wouldn’t feel satisfied until I felt his fluid spilling down my thighs. “You work wonders with my p***s, darling.”

I was the first to c****x, followed by Liam and then Ethan. I stayed still for a moment, feeling the wetness between my legs. When I was sure I could move without issue, I turned the hot water back on.

Ethan joined us in the shower, which meant I had to fend off two restless hands as I rinsed the shampoo from my hair. Once I felt like I had rid myself of the tension beneath my skin, I wrapped myself in the softest towel imaginable.

“We should improve our home security measures,” Ethan observed as he and Liam stepped out of the shower.

“I had no idea you guys had security measures in your homes,” I shook my head. “There’s still so much I don’t know about my own pack.”

Liam took a step forward and gave me one of his typical smiles. Seeing it brought a sense of relief to my chest, proving that he remained the same despite everything we had been through.

“You don’t need to feel guilty for not having extensive knowledge,” he soothed gently as he adjusted the towel around my torso. A playful smile spread across his face as I relented and allowed the warm fabric to fall to the ground. “From the beginning, the High Council has been looking for you. Once this matter is resolved, you’ll have the opportunity to acquire all the knowledge you desire.”

His lips silenced any response before I could articulate it. My train of thought veered completely as we separated, and my two companions led me toward the cozy bed.

I was awakened by the echo of angry voices, two tones clashing in fervent exchange. It took me a while to recognize where I was and who I was with. The masculine scents of the twins plunged me back into that pleasant state between dream and wakefulness. However, when the faces of Aly and Nicolas emerged in my mind, I sat up in bed, dispelling the mist definitively.

Ethan reacted first to my movements, sitting up as he scanned the room. Liam joined us just a few seconds later.

“I don’t know if she’s bold or just reckless in returning for him,” Ethan exhaled with a pleasantly rough edge to his voice due to the early hours of the morning. He ran a hand over his face and glanced toward the windows where the first rays of sunlight filtered in. “We’ll have to prevent them from hurting each other. I feel like we’re all operating on very little sleep.”

Luckily, there were clothes in the closets. It was a process of trial and error to find something suitable, but after several attempts, I found an outfit that covered the essentials. Every movement caused pains in my legs and a slight burning sensation on my backside, which may or may not have been shaped like Ethan’s hand.

We descended the stairs just in time to witness Aly coming out of the kitchen with a flushed face. Lucy was on the couch, her demeanor cat-like, her eyes wandering casually over the unfolding chaos. She held a bag of potato chips in one hand, popping one into her mouth as she observed Aly. The distinctive aroma of the chips filled the air, mingling with the palpable tension coming from Aly.

Nicolas, as always, remained calm, seated at the end of the couch. Beside him rested a glass that I suspected held alcohol. Upon inhaling his direction, I could sense he had been drinking.

“Starting to drink early in the day?” Ethan asked with an unruffled voice.

“I spent the last four hours sleeping, slowly recovering from my father’s favorite torture. I still feel the silver in my veins, and the damn Advil in the cabinet won’t do me much good,” Nicolas responded with a bitter tone, though he rolled his eyes and sighed as Ethan approached. He wasn’t drunk, but his guard had lowered due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed.

Aly emerged from the kitchen with two plates in hand. Thick pancakes stood on the plates, drenched in golden, sticky syrup. Piles of bacon flanked the plates, infusing the air with its smoky aroma. She handed one to Lucy and took a seat beside her.

“I didn’t expect you three to wake up so early,” Aly cleared her throat, trying to hide some of the anger that still simmered within her.

“Since you helped me with your mediocre sewing skills, would you be so kind as to bring me a plate of food?” Nicolas tilted his eyes toward Aly and posed his question in a soft tone, though his face maintained a mask of cold indifference. “It would be unfortunate if a stitch came undone and I had to endure it all over again.”

I instinctively recoiled as Aly set her plate on the table, causing it to vibrate as she stood up. Her emotions were a storm of anger, resentment, regret, and just a hint of need.

Since Nicolas had rejected her, her emotions had intensified, especially when he was near. The rejection had turned joy into anger and stripped every moment of happiness. It was like seeing a world in black and white while everyone else around you marveled at the colors.

“If my sewing hadn’t been so mediocre, as you so ignorantly put it, you wouldn’t be in this bleeding situation right now. Besides, Lucy and I carried you through the forest for hours to bring you here,” Aly retorted with a note of frustration, her fists clenched at her sides.

It was almost a certainty that if Aly hadn’t been injured, she would have hit Nicolas. Her voice changed, sharpening and delivering her words like pointed daggers.

“I’ve never met someone so ungrateful. If you put half the effort into doing what’s right as you do into complaining, you’d have rescued half of the white wolves in your father’s pack by now.”

The most curious thing, aside from the palpable anger surrounding Aly like flames, was what emanated from Nicolas. Since I met Nicolas Zoe, his emotions had been a nearly unexplored territory for me. His father had sculpted him and turned him into the damaged man he was today. I wasn’t sure how much he had had to endure, but it was affecting the wall he had carefully erected around his emotions.

That wall kept him insensitive to the world, a survival mechanism molded by David. I understood it as a way to face the horrors of his life without being affected by them.

This new aspect of Nicolas, where he let down his guard, showed me a side I didn’t know. I didn’t know what emotions a man like him would experience, but amusement was the last thing I expected to find.

He glowed and toyed like a flame, while Aly was fueled by frustration. Every spark of emotion was directed at her, and her face reddened as her green eyes shone brightly.

I enjoyed seeing her upset and angry with him. Typically, understanding others’ emotions gave me a hint of their motivations. But feeling Nicolas’s emotions for the first time revealed to me that there were deep wounds in him if he found entertainment in deliberately bothering her, no matter the reason.

When Aly finished her reproaches, she turned and retreated to the kitchen. The sounds of plates and angry murmurs were audible as she searched for something.

“You’re going to end up facing her wrath if you keep provoking her like this,” I warned, frowning, feeling somewhat annoyed by his comments.

“She’s easy to irritate,” he responded, raising an eyebrow. “Anyway, give me some other form of entertainment while I’m stuck here.”

“Try watching TV like a normal person,” I retorted sarcastically, narrowing my eyes as Aly returned to the room with a plate in hand. She stopped in front of Nicolas, whose expression was a mocking smile. “Fine, do as you please. There’s enough space in the backyard for them to bury you when this is over.”

“Oh, but she won’t kill me,” Nicolas said confidently, bringing a crystal glass to his lips. His icy eyes remained fixed on Aly, and he didn’t flinch when she dropped the plate onto his lap.

“Don’t make a mess, I won’t help you shower,” Aly hissed, retracting all the anger that had erupted in her earlier. I admired her strength, as the intensity of her emotions was astonishing.

“Wanna bet on that?” he responded darkly, knowledge in his eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve lost.”

The statement seemed to affect Aly, who tensed up. Taking her own plate, she headed for the stairs, offering me an apology with her gaze.

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a couple of hours,” she promised, turning her attention back to Nicolas. Her eyes sparkled with impact and her words were sharp. “I think I’ll finish my breakfast in my room.”

Nicolas observed his plate and furrowed his brow.

“Who doesn’t put syrup on their pancakes? I’m not entirely heartless.”

Aly ignored him, rightfully so, and headed upstairs. I followed the twins into the kitchen, surprised that Aly hadn’t cooked for herself and Lucy. A stack of pancakes was under a plastic cover, along with the usual breakfast ingredients.

I laughed as the twins began stacking their plates, though I was relieved that Liam was finally eating solid food. Seeing them with plates larger than their heads added a touch of normalcy to our lives.

As we shared the meal at the kitchen table, I allowed my thoughts to wander about what things would be like after all of this ended. My idea of opening a bakery still lingered, although I wasn’t sure when I would have time to manage a business as I fully assumed my role as the Luna.

“Being the Luna shouldn’t completely dictate your life, sweetheart,” Ethan intervened as he held a forkful of pancakes. Lately, we had been communicating more and more through our thoughts, tapping into that unique connection. “You should always find time to do what you love.”

“Well, I actually don’t know much about baking,” I said with laughter, taking another bite of eggs. “Beth taught me a few things, but mostly she just told me what to do.”

“Mom would be thrilled to help you. Lately, she’s complaining that she doesn’t have much to do, though that was before all of this started,” Liam smiled, leaning back in his chair.

The conversation quickly turned to our parents and their safety at the moment. The twins’ parents had taken the lead and headed to the safe house, choosing to return home to ensure that Thomas and Axel made it out unharmed. Given the nationwide hunt David had unleashed against us, laying low was the best we could do. Once it was safe to travel, we could return home, the safest place within the boundaries of our own pack.

“We’re expecting news today or tomorrow,” Ethan reassured me with a gentle look. “When it’s time to leave, we’ll need their help. I hope by then the pursuit will have lessened, but I doubt it. David won’t give up easily, and we can’t hide out here for weeks.”

“I think Sven could be of help too,” I explained, remembering how his daughter intervened during the rescue of the white wolves.

The twins seemed surprised by Sven’s contribution to the rescue, even though we were in his secure refuge.

“His support could shift the tide of this war, depending on who David manages to gather to his side,” Liam frowned, and I could see him starting to formulate plans in his mind.

The twins took care of cleaning the kitchen after the meal. Liam was loading the dishwasher, so I made my way to the living room. Lucy was still on the couch, with a bag of potato chips in her hand. Her eyes were fixed on the TV, where a colorful show was unfolding on the screen.

“David doesn’t allow us to eat junk food,” Lucy rolled her eyes. “Although most of us don’t follow that rule to the letter anyway. He keeps our health in check so he can study us and use our powers when he needs to. That’s why I plan to take advantage and eat whatever I want while I’m out here.”

“I’m not surprised at all,” I commented with a somber tone.

I looked in the direction Aly had gone, feeling a pang of guilt in my chest. What she was going through wasn’t easy, and I hadn’t been as present as I should have been. I was about to follow Aly when Lucy called out to me.

“I may not fully get Nicolas, but as someone who’s known him for a while, I can feel when he cares about something. The more he feels for your friend, the more he’ll push her away,” Lucy frowned, though the serious expression only lasted a second before she shrugged. “It doesn’t mean he’s not a manipulator, but it seems your friend can take care of herself.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to that, or if I should offer any comfort. Nicolas was deeply entrenched in the lifestyle his father had set, pushing away everyone who mattered to him. It was a way to protect them and himself. Though one could only endure so much before breaking completely.

I reached the top of the stairs when I heard a growl followed by hushed words. I stopped before turning the corner and watched as Nicolas was crouched in the hallway. Aly was beside him, her face twisted in a grimace as she helped him stand.

“You’re an i***t, I told you not to drink so much,” Aly scolded him angrily, leaning her arm on his shoulder to ease his weight. “And you’ve opened your stitches.”

“Stop helping me,” he grumbled, though there was no venom in his words, as Aly was bearing most of his weight.

Although I should have left a while ago, I stood there watching until Aly opened her bedroom door, and they went in together. As she closed the door behind her, I could’ve sworn I heard her whisper, ‘I wish I could.’