Promised To The Alpha Twins
Chapter 63

When we pulled into the driveway, I realized something astonishing. I was no longer afraid of what the future might hold. I knew there would always be danger, people trying to use me as a weapon, but none of that seemed to matter.

All this time, I had thought Liam and Ethan were too good to be true. There was no chance in hell they had given me not one, but two soulmates to cherish and support me forever. A small part of me thought that whatever was blooming between us wouldn’t last.

Liam and Ethan’s parents were already asleep when we entered the house. I was relieved that Liam and Ethan couldn’t feel my emotions the way I could feel theirs. They would sense agitation and anxiety from miles away. I tried to keep my fingers from trembling, but I couldn’t stop the slight quiver that made its way through my hands.

While I still lacked details, Aly had told me about the mating process of werewolves. It was fun in a way. All the s****l experience I had was with Liam and Ethan, but they still made me terribly nervous in new and exciting ways.

As we walked through the silent hallways, heading to the room we shared, I realized that mere s*x would never be enough. I wanted to join them in every possible way, leave a mark on their souls that couldn’t be mistaken for anything but mine.

I craved every gentle touch, every burning and soul-searching gaze. It all felt too good to be true, to have mates destined to love you. Perhaps it was a small payment for the death and destruction that seemed to mark a werewolf’s life. That amid the chaos, a tiny slice of happiness would emerge. So that no matter how long one had to live, they could do it with happiness in their hearts.

Slowly, I was learning to face things head-on, and this was another obstacle I had to confront. I wouldn’t let my fear stand in the way of being with them, of fully accepting them as mine.

“Can you unbutton me?” I asked Ethan, blushing as Liam’s persistent gaze followed me into the bedroom.

“Of course, darling,” Ethan murmured, his eyes softening as I brushed my hair to the side and turned around.

“Can you unbutton me?” I asked Ethan, blushing as Liam’s persistent gaze followed me into the bedroom.

“Of course, darling,” Ethan murmured, his eyes softening as I brushed my hair to the side and turned around.

His rough fingers trailed along my shoulders, pressing more firmly as a shiver ran down my spine. The zipper was cold against my bare back, making a silent sound as he unfastened it, lowering it down to my buttocks.

Ethan’s fingers dipped into the back of the dress, skimming my ribcage and stomach. I could hear his heavy breathing behind me, and I could feel the pounding of his heart. It wasn’t l**t I felt from him, but a kind of gentle awe. Each touch on my smooth skin left him feeling weightless and blissful. Even with the carefree emotions, I knew I wanted more. The desire from both Liam and Ethan was like an endless well, the darkness constantly lurking, ready to take over me and devour me at the first chance.

Instead of succumbing to the overwhelming anxiety that tried to surround me, I leaned into Ethan’s touch. I let his emotions flood me, erasing the lingering unease I felt. I was safe here, safer than ever before. These two giant werewolf men would defend me until their last breath. It was a liberating feeling; one I had been waiting my whole life to experience. It felt as if my soul was flying, only to be embraced by Liam and Ethan.

One of Ethan’s hands slid higher, playing with the edge of my thin bra. His other hand brushed lower, tracing lazy circles along my h*p bones. My legs pressed together on their own, my body giving in to the overwhelming sensation of Ethan’s rough fingers on my smooth skin. A deep, husky chuckle caressed my ear and traveled down my neck. I could hear Ethan inhale deeply, his nose buried in my hair.

“After your little performance earlier, tell me why I shouldn’t take you now.” His voice dropped a couple of octaves, hitting every place where his fingers didn’t.

A building pressure formed in the pit of my stomach and an incipient wetness between my legs. Ethan’s fingers teased the edge of my underwear, not lowering them even once. The slow circles were pure torment, but the agony mingled with the sensual pleasure licking at my skin.

I uttered the words before fully registering what came out of my mouth. I was lulled by the sparks dancing along my skin, reassured by the overwhelming desire throbbing in Ethan.

“Do it, Ethan,” I murmured in a husky voice. “Take me.”

Before I could blink, I was thrown back onto the bed. My legs were spread, with Ethan positioned in the middle. My wrists were intertwined, lifted above my head. Ethan’s grip on my wrists was ironclad, causing only the slightest amount of sweet pain. His eyes were filled with onyx fire as he looked at me, his plush lips parting as his warm breath pressed against my cheek. Even if I couldn’t feel his emotions, I could sense the evidence of his arousal pressed against my leg. I shivered at its length, at how hard it felt against my smooth skin.

My face flushed, and any thought that wasn’t about Ethan left my head. I went to turn my head, self-conscious as I gained all of Ethan’s scorching attention. His free hand came close to my face, gripping my chin until I had no choice but to look at him. The way he touched me sent an instant reaction between my legs. His rough possessiveness heated my skin. It was as if he was wagering everything on me; body and soul.

“Are you teasing me, darling?” Ethan growled, pressing his face into the hollow of my neck. “Tell me what you want, Sussan. Tell me, or I might just take it all.”

“I want everything from you.” I gasped, savoring the way his entire form tensed against mine.

His self-control was like a restraint. When it broke, a loud tearing sound resonated in the room. Shreds of dark fabric fluttered around us, forming small pools on the bed. The cold air rushed against my exposed skin, making me breathe heavily. He had torn the dress from my body, leaving it in a mess in his desperate need to take me, to claim me. All that was left was my bra and underwear, a dark lace set that was both cute and modest. If I had known this would happen, I would have worn something better, something sexier and more mature.

“No.” Ethan said with a raspy voice, his deep voice as his eyes roamed over my body. Those dark eyes blinked to meet mine, endless pools of his own desire focused on me. Every word that came out of his mouth was like a curse and a praise, all wrapped in a dark package. “You’re perfect, so damn perfect.”

Ethan’s teeth grazed my neck, lingering with a predatory focus on the smooth skin between my throat and shoulder. When his tongue slid to lick the soft patch of skin, my back arched, and a sea of overwhelming sensations filled me. Pure, undiluted pleasure radiated through my body. It washed over every cell, nerve, and vein as it traveled down to the tips of my toes. My mouth was open in a silent gasp as Ethan continued to play with the small section of skin. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remembered Aly saying something about a mark, but I couldn’t string the words together in my tumultuous mind. All thoughts were useless; the only thing that mattered was right in front of me.

“Are you sure about this, Sussan?” He whispered softly, lifting his hooded eyes to meet mine for a brief second. “I’m sure, I’ve never done this before, but I’m sure.” I m****d, nodding my head with a hint of enthusiasm. Ethan stayed still against me, “Have we been your first? Your first k**s?” “Yes.” I nodded, my voice soft and heart pounding. I was terribly inexperienced, not used to the attention and touch of men. For a moment, I regretted everything. Inexperience made me feel self-conscious and somewhat foolish. I had no idea what I was doing. “Good.” Ethan’s deep voice thundered, his eyes burning with pure satisfaction.