THE REJECTED FOURFOLD LUNA: FATED TO TWO ALPHA TWINS

Chapter 11—Dripping for the Alphas (II)

Celeste's POV

Jason’s hips rolled forward again, burying every thick inch of him deep. “f**k, your p***y feels so good as always,” he said against the side of my neck, voice rough with heat.

“So tight and hot, gripping me like it never wants to let go. You were made for this, baby. Made for taking your alphas.”

He set a steady rhythm, long strokes that dragged along every sensitive spot inside me. Each time he bottomed out I felt the stretch burn sweet, my walls fluttering around him.

Mason’s mouth stayed on mine a moment longer before he pulled back just enough to look down between our bodies. His hand slid lower, fingers finding my c**t while his brother f****d me.

“That’s it,” Mason murmured, rubbing slow, firm circles over the swollen bud. “Take his c**k just like that. Look how pretty you look stretched around him. You’re doing so well for us. Keep those hips open and let him fill you.”

Jason never slowed. He drove into me again and again, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the quiet room.

My wolf stirred restless under my skin, answering the thick scent of both alphas, the claim in every thrust.

Mason’s fingers worked my c**t in time with Jason’s strokes, building the pressure fast. Heat coiled tight in my belly. My thighs started to shake.

“Feel how wet she is,” Mason said, voice low and filthy. “Dripping all over your c**k while I play with this needy little c**t.

She’s close already. You love having both of us on you, don’t you? One filling you up and the other rubbing you until you can’t think.”

I could only nod, breath catching every time Jason slammed deep. The dual sensation of his thick length stretching me and Mason’s steady circles on my c**t pushed me right to the edge. My body tightened, the first sharp pulse of release starting to crest.

Jason felt it. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching, then tapped two fingers hard against my c**t. The sharp contact tipped me over.

A hard gush of wetness sprayed out of me, soaking his hand and the sheets between my legs. I cried out, hips jerking as the squirt kept coming in pulses.

“There she is,” Jason said, watching with dark eyes. “That’s our good girl. Soaking everything for us.”

Mason stepped closer, thick c**k already hard and leaking. He guided the head to my lips. “Open up. Taste your alpha while he gets back inside you.”

I parted my lips and he pushed in, the salty heat of him filling my mouth. At the same moment Jason thrust back into my still-clenching p***y, burying himself to the hilt again.

I moaned around Mason’s length as Jason started f*****g me in deep, steady strokes. Mason’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper, choking softly when he hit the back of my throat.

Jason’s fingers returned to my c**t, rubbing firm circles while he pounded into me. “That’s it. Choke on him while I f**k this tight p***y. You look so perfect like this, full of both of us. Keep sucking him just like that.”

Mason’s hips rocked gently, feeding me more of his c**k with every thrust Jason gave me. The room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin and the soft choke of my throat around Mason.

My wolf pushed closer to the surface, reveling in the dual claim, the scent of their arousal thick and wild around us.

Jason’s rhythm grew harder, deeper. His free hand gripped my hip, holding me steady as he drove into me. “f**k, I’m close. This p***y is going to take every drop. Keep that mouth busy on my brother.”

Mason’s breathing turned rough. He thrust a little deeper into my mouth, the head of his c**k swelling against my tongue. “I’m right there with him. Swallow everything I give you.”

Jason slammed in one last time and held himself deep, pulsing hard as he came inside me, hot and thick.

The feel of him flooding me pulled another soft cry from my throat. At the same moment Mason’s c**k jerked against my tongue and he spilled into my mouth, salty and heavy.

I swallowed around him, taking every pulse while Jason stayed buried inside me, still rubbing slow circles over my sensitive c**t.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both of them deep in me, claiming me from both ends while my body trembled between them.

The room was quiet after, the good kind of quiet, warm and still with all three of us catching our breath.

I lay between them with my eyes at the ceiling, feeling more settled in my own skin than I could remember feeling in a long time. The city moved quietly outside. In here everything was still.

Jason moved first. He pressed a kiss to my temple, slow and easy, then rolled off the bed and crossed to the wardrobe. I watched him pull it open, push through the rail and come back with two gowns draped over his arm.

He held them both out toward me with the kind of casual confidence that made the whole gesture feel completely natural, like choosing a dress after what we just did was the most ordinary thing in the world.

"For Saturday," he said. "Pick the one you want."

I sat up and looked at both of them properly. One was a deep midnight blue, structured and elegant. The other was champagne, soft and fluid, the kind of dress that moved when you did.

I smiled. "I almost forgot there was a ceremony."

"We noticed," Mason said from beside me, not even slightly bothered about it.

I laughed and reached for the champagne one without hesitating.

Jason smiled and took the other back to the wardrobe without a word.

"Saturday," Mason said, settling back against the headboard and looking at me with that steady certainty of his. "Be ready. All of it, the dress, your hair, everything. I want you looking exactly like what you are."

"I will be."

"We mean it." He reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "This is not a small thing, Celeste. The whole pack will be there. The warriors, the elders, everyone."

"I know."

"We want them to see you the way we see you," Jason said, coming back to the bed and settling beside me. "No questions about who you are or where you belong. Just our Luna, standing where she is supposed to stand." "Our Luna. Fully and officially."

Something warm moved through my chest at that. I looked between the two of them and felt it again, that quiet and solid feeling I kept returning to, the one that said this was real and it was mine and nothing was going to take it from me this time around.

"We cannot wait," Jason said, and he meant every word of it. It was written all over his face in a way he made no effort to hide.

"Neither can I," I admitted, and I meant it more than I expected to.

Mason leaned in and kissed me first, soft and slow. Then Jason turned my face toward him and kissed me too, just as deliberate, just as certain.

Back and forth between them, one and then the other, warm and easy, until I stopped keeping track entirely and just let Saturday feel like something worth every bit of looking forward to.