Claimed By The Alpha Twin

The Discovery

Chapter 7: The Discovery

Lucas

On any other night, I might have overlooked her.

I had spent years perfecting the art of looking away. Of walking past without a second glance. Of feeling nothing. I had trained myself so thoroughly that I had started to believe I was untouchable. That no woman could ever break through the walls I had built so carefully around my heart.

But tonight was different.

Everything about Maya was different tonight. The way her skin flushed under the dim bedroom light. The way her full lips parted, soft and inviting. The way her body curved so beautifully beneath my gaze, challenging every ounce of control I had left.

And my body betrayed me completely. My c**k throbbed with a hunger I hadn't felt in years—a raw, aching need I had convinced myself I no longer possessed. But here she was, sprawled across my bed in nothing but red lingerie, slowly tearing down every wall I had constructed.

The worst part? I couldn't do anything about it.

Her power over me was absolute. Inescapable. She didn't even know it, and that made it so much worse. She lay there, vulnerable and unaware, while I fought a silent war inside myself.

I tilted my head and stared at her. All that earlier sass and bold confidence had evaporated under my gaze. She looked fragile now. Uncertain. Like a deer caught in headlights.

Damn me. This woman is going to be the end of me.

She looked so delicate, like the most beautiful flower, and here I was—feeling like a barely restrained beast ready to ruin her. I had never known I could be so impatient. So desperate. So dangerously close to losing control.

I let my hands trail slowly down her body, deliberately avoiding the one place I knew she craved me most. My gaze swept over her curves, lingering on the red lingerie that clung to her like a second skin. The delicate lace accentuated every dip and swell, making her look more irresistible than she already was.

But it needed to be out of the way.

With a sharp tug, I yanked the bra down. Her breasts spilled free—soft, full, and perfect. Her n*****s were already erect, pebbled and begging for attention. The sight nearly undid me.

Patient, Lucas, I told myself. Be f*****g patient.

My jaw clenched so hard it ached. I looked up at her face. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her eyes darting away in a mix of embarrassment and thrill. She wanted me to see her like this. She wanted me to want her.

Leaning in close, I let my breath ghost along the sensitive skin of her neck.

"Does this turn you on?" I growled, repeating the exact words she had dared to ask me earlier.

She shivered visibly beneath me. Her eyes darted away before forcing themselves back to mine. She was so responsive. Every touch, every whisper, every breath—she reacted like she had been waiting for this her entire life.

Damn, she was incredibly responsive.

She looked at me as if trying to speak, but the words wouldn't come. Her lips parted and closed, and all that escaped was a soft, breathless sound that went straight to my c**k.

"Do you get off on the idea of being controlled in bed?" My lips hovered just above hers. "Is that what you want?"

"I-I… Nnhg—" She moaned, her body bucking slightly when I pinched her n****e harder. Her back arched involuntarily, pressing her breast more firmly into my hand.

I leaned down slowly, brushing my mouth over one soft pink n****e. It was so sensitive under my tongue. Her back arched sharply, and a needy moan escaped her lips.

"Hahhh…"

I sucked harder, my tongue circling the sensitive peak before I scraped my teeth lightly over it. She whimpered, her fingers fisting the sheets beneath her, her hips twitching desperately as if begging for more.

Her other breast didn't escape my attention. My hand cupped it firmly, pressing and teasing, rolling the n****e between my fingers until she was squirming beneath me, completely undone.

Why was she so incredibly responsive?

Fuck, she was beautiful like this. Lost in pleasure, body arching into every touch while her eyes grew glassy and unfocused. She was completely mine in this moment, and she didn't even know it.

My thumb brushed over her swollen lips, then I slid my hand lower—down her collarbone, over her waist, until I hooked a finger around the edge of her panties and pulled them aside.

For a moment, I simply stared.

What I saw made me pause. She was dripping wet. I had seen desire before, plenty of it. But this was different. Her skin glistened with need, her wetness coating her inner thighs. She was soaked. Completely and utterly ready for me.

What exactly had gotten her this wet? Why was she so sensitive?

Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with overwhelming desire.

"Please… Please…"

I raised an eyebrow, my voice low and rough. "Please? What exactly are you begging for, Maya?"

My hand moved closer. I was careful. If I slid a finger inside her right now, I would sink in easily. That realization made the muscle in my jaw tick with barely restrained hunger.

Her body arched as my finger finally brushed against her slick folds.

"Oh… f**k…" she gasped, her voice breaking as the pleasure hit her harder than she expected.

This was getting far more interesting than I had anticipated.

She was even more sensitive than I had imagined. It made me curious. It made me wonder.

Had Caleb never truly touched her?

"Please," she breathed heavily, her hips rolling against my hand. "I need you."

I chuckled softly, the sound dark with amusement. "Has no man ever touched you before?"

She looked up at me, cheeks flushed deep red. "N-No. You never went all the way with me, so who else would?"

Her words didn't make complete sense, but I didn't care right now. Nothing mattered except the way she looked at me, like I was the only person in her world.

My body reacted before my mind could catch up. My fingers slid inside her, and she gasped sharply. Her eyes flew open wide, as if I had just given her a taste of something she had never experienced.

She was extremely tight. So tight that something clicked in my mind.

Her whole body froze for a second. "f**k…" The word tumbled from her lips as her head fell back against the pillow, her spine arching beautifully. Her thighs trembled beneath my touch.

This only amused and aroused me more. Every movement of her body, every desperate response, it was all new to her. She was discovering pleasure for the first time, and I was the one giving it to her.

My brow furrowed with curiosity and disbelief. "Are you a virgin?" I asked, my voice low and rough.

She looked up at me in confusion, blinking back the tears of overwhelming sensation that had gathered in her eyes. "W-What?" she whispered, voice barely audible.

"Are you a virgin?" I demanded again, my fingers still moving slowly inside her.

She blinked at me, hesitating for a moment. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her lips parted, closed, then parted again.

"Y-Yes," she whispered, her voice low and vulnerable.

I tilted my head, a mix of shock, curiosity, and raw desire flooding through me. Caleb had been with her for years. He had promised her forever. They were always together. And yet, he had never touched her? He had never claimed her?

"Do you mean to tell me," I said slowly, my voice rough with disbelief, "that Caleb has never touched you before?"