"Drained by the Twin Alphas"

Chapter 2: The Twin's Mark

The air in the bedroom was heavy with the scent of arousal and the primal musk of the two predators pinning me to the silk. My breasts felt heavy, the skin stretched tight and aching from Silas—no, Kaelen’s—intense suckling. Every time his tongue swirled around my sensitive, dark n*****s, a jolt of electricity shot down to my core, making me slick and desperate.

Kash, the second twin, stood behind me, his large, scarred hands sliding down my ribs to my waist. He pulled my back flush against his rock-hard chest. I could feel the rigid, pulsing length of his manhood pressing through his trousers into the small of my back.

"You're so small, Elara," Kash whispered, his voice a dark caress against my ear. "So fragile. It’s hard to believe that your body is designed to house the heat of two Alphas."

Kaelen pulled back from my breast, leaving the n****e glistening, wet, and painfully erect in the cool air. He looked up at me, his eyes burning with a blue, supernatural fire. "She’s not just designed for it, Kash. She’s starving for it. Look at how her peaks are begging for more."

Kaelen didn't stop. He moved to my other breast, his mouth wide as he captured the soft, ivory mound. This time, he was more aggressive. He used his teeth to gently graze the sensitive tip before drawing it deep into the heat of his throat. The suction was rhythmic and powerful, making me arch my back and cry out.

Meanwhile, Kash’s hands wandered lower. He didn't wait for permission. He slipped his fingers between my thighs, discovering the drenched, swollen petals of my entrance. I was so wet that his fingers slid in with ease, buried to the knuckles in my maiden heat.

"She’s flooding for us," Kash growled, his voice thick with unadulterated lust. He began a slow, rhythmic pumping motion with his fingers while Kaelen continued to feast on my breasts.

I was being torn apart by pleasure. The dual assault—the intense suction on my n*****s and the relentless stretching of my core—pushed me toward a precipice I had never known. My muscles convulsed, my ivory thighs trembling as I felt the first wave of a violent climax building in my gut.

"Don't come yet, Elara," Kaelen whispered, pulling his mouth away from my chest and looking at me with a predatory smirk. "We haven't even started. This night isn't about your release. It’s about your submission."

He gripped my hips and flipped me over, forcing me onto my hands and knees. The cold silk of the sheets was a sharp contrast to the furnace-like heat of the two men looming over me. I was exposed, vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of the monsters who had raised me to be their mate.