Oops! My Twin Alphas Claimed Me

Chapter 2: Claimed in the Moonlit Grove

Chapter 2: Claimed in the Moonlit Grove

My back hit the rough bark of the ancient oak with a soft thud that knocked the air from my lungs. Ryker’s massive body caged me instantly, one thick thigh sliding between my legs and pressing upward until I was straddling the hard muscle. The heat of him burned through my thin dress like a brand.

“f**k,” he growled, the word vibrating against my throat as his nose dragged up the column of my neck, inhaling greedily. “You smell like honey and slick already, little omega. Running only made it worse, didn’t it?”

I whimpered, my fingers digging into his bare shoulders. His skin was very hot, muscles flexing under my touch. Every breath I took pulled in more of his scent—dark cedarwood, smoke, and pure dominant male—that made my head spin and my core clench with shameful need. Behind the fear screaming in my mind, my body was melting, traitorous and desperate.

Ash dropped to one knee beside us, his large hand gently cupping my jaw and turning my face toward him. His touch was steadier than Ryker’s but no less possessive. Those green eyes, darker now with lust, searched mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip.

“Easy, brother,” Ash murmured, voice low and rough. “She’s shaking.”

“She’s soaked,” Ryker countered, his hand boldly sliding higher under my dress until his calloused fingers brushed the soaked fabric of my panties. He pressed two fingers against my aching center and rubbed slow, firm circles. “Aren’t you, Elara? Your p***y knows exactly who she belongs to.”

A broken moan tore from my throat. The pleasure was sharp, immediate, and overwhelming. I tried to close my legs but Ryker’s thigh kept them open, forcing me to rock against his hand. Shame burned my cheeks even as fresh slick coated his fingers through the cloth.

This isn’t real. I’m an omega. Wolf-less. Nobody. They can’t want me like this.

But Goddess, they did. I could feel the hard, thick length of Ryker’s c**k pressing against my hip, twitching every time I gasped. Ash’s breathing had grown ragged too, his free hand resting on my waist, thumb stroking soothing circles even as his gaze devoured the way my breasts heaved with every shaky breath.

“Look at me,” Ash commanded softly. When I obeyed, he leaned in and captured my mouth in a deep, drugging kiss. His lips were firm yet patient, tongue sliding against mine like he wanted to memorize my taste. While he kissed me senseless, Ryker’s fingers pushed my panties aside and stroked bare skin for the first time.

I cried out into Ash’s mouth as one thick finger circled my swollen c**t, then dipped lower to tease my entrance. The bond between us flared hotter—Ryker’s possessive fire mixing with Ash’s warm, steady pull until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

Ryker chuckled darkly against my ear. “So tight. So f*****g wet. You’ve never had an Alpha’s c**k, have you, baby? Never been stretched and filled the way you need.” He pushed just the tip of his finger inside me, groaning at how my walls clenched greedily. “We’re going to ruin you for anyone else.”

I tore my mouth from Ash’s with a gasp, head falling back against the tree. “Please… I—I can’t… this is too much—”

“You can,” Ash whispered, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down my neck. His hand slid up my ribs until his thumb brushed the underside of my breast. “Your body was made for us, Elara. Let us show you how good it feels to be ours.”

Ryker chose that moment to sink his finger deeper, curling it perfectly against a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. My hips jerked forward involuntarily, chasing the pleasure. Ash took advantage, pulling the neckline of my dress down with one smooth tug. Cool night air kissed my bare breast before his hot mouth closed over my n****e.

I moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the quiet grove. The stream trickled nearby, moonlight filtering through the leaves and painting their skin in silver and shadow. Ryker’s dark hair fell across his forehead as he watched me fall apart, eyes glowing with wolf-gold. Ash’s lighter strands brushed my chest as he sucked and licked, gentle but relentless.

“f**k, she tastes sweet everywhere,” Ash groaned, switching to my other breast. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak, sending electricity straight to where Ryker’s finger was now pumping slowly in and out of me.

My legs trembled. Pressure built fast and terrifying in my lower belly. I had touched myself before in the quiet darkness of my quarters, but nothing—nothing—had ever felt like this. Two Alphas. Twin Alphas. Their scents blending, their hands and mouths working in perfect, devastating harmony even as their personalities clashed.

Ryker added a second finger, stretching me. The slight burn mixed with pleasure so intense my vision blurred. “That’s it,” he praised roughly, voice dripping with satisfaction. “Ride my fingers like the good little omega you are. Show Ash how pretty you look when you’re about to come for your Alphas.”

Ash lifted his head, lips shiny, eyes heavy-lidded. Instead of jealousy, heat flared hotter in his gaze. He kissed me again, swallowing my cries as Ryker’s thumb found my c**t and rubbed fast, tight circles.

I shattered.

The orgasm crashed over me without warning—hard, blinding, and endless. My walls clamped down on Ryker’s fingers as wave after wave tore through me. I screamed into Ash’s mouth, body jerking between them. Ryker kept pumping, drawing it out until I was a sobbing, trembling mess.

When the pleasure finally ebbed, I sagged against the tree, chest heaving. Ryker slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a low, satisfied growl. The sight made my exhausted core flutter again.

“Delicious,” he said, voice hoarse. “Next time it’ll be my tongue, then my knot.”

Ash brushed damp strands of hair from my face, his touch impossibly tender after what they’d just done. “Are you alright?” he asked, genuine concern threading through the lust in his voice. “We didn’t mean to overwhelm you so fast, but the bond… it’s stronger than we expected.”

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. My thighs were sticky, my dress ruined, my mind a whirlwind of fear, desire, shame, and something dangerously close to longing. “I’m… I’m just an omega,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Wolf-less. Everyone will say this is wrong. That I’m not worthy—”

Ryker’s hand gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his. His eyes blazed. “Anyone who says you’re not worthy will answer to me. You’re our mate. The Moon chose you for both of us. I don’t give a f**k what anyone thinks.”

Ash nodded, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “We’ll protect you. But right now, we need to get you back. The pack is in chaos, and you’re shaking from more than pleasure.”

I didn’t want to move. Part of me wanted to stay in this moonlit grove forever, wrapped between their heat and strength. But reality crept back in—the distant sounds of the festival, raised voices, the weight of what had just happened.

Ryker reluctantly stepped back, but not before adjusting the front of his pants with a grimace. Ash helped fix my dress, his fingers lingering on my skin like he couldn’t stop touching me. Together they guided me out of the grove, one on each side—Ryker’s arm heavy around my waist, Ash holding my hand.

The walk back felt eternal and too short. Every step reminded me of the slick between my thighs and the marks they’d left on my neck and breasts. By the time the bonfire lights came into view again, the festival had turned into a storm of whispers and tension.

Heads turned. Elders stood rigid with shock. Warriors stared with a mix of envy and disbelief. I kept my eyes down, cheeks burning, but the twins never let go.

“Tomorrow we make this official,” Ryker announced loudly, voice carrying across the clearing like a challenge. “Elara Voss is ours.”

Murmurs erupted. Someone shouted in protest.

Ash’s grip on my hand tightened. “Not here,” he said under his breath to his brother. “She needs rest first.”

Their first disagreement crackled in the air between them, subtle but unmistakable. Ryker wanted to claim me publicly right now. Ash wanted to protect my overwhelmed state.

And I stood between them—heart racing, body still humming from their touch—wondering how I was supposed to survive being wanted by both.

As they led me toward the Alpha mansion looming at the edge of the pack lands, one terrifying truth settled deep in my bones.

There was no running from this bond.

Not anymore.