Logan’s POV
Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, sleep completely out of reach. After spending the last two nights wrapped around my baby girl, there was no way my wolf would let me rest without her beside me. Not that I wanted to.
Fang had been restless, whining and pacing in my mind since the moment we left her at her bedroom door. He wasn’t the only one struggling. The absence of her warmth, her scent, the way her soft body molded against mine-it all made sleep impossible. After what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning, I finally gave in and reached out to Liam through the pack link.
“Hey, baby bro. You awake?”
“What do you think?” he grumbled. “I take it you can’t sleep either?”
“This sucks. I’ll never get a good night’s sleep without her again,” I admitted.
“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “Hey…do you think she wanted us to stay? Ghost keeps insisting her wolf, Blue, told him she did. And I swear she looked a little disappointed when we walked away.”
“Fang won’t shut up about the same thing. Maybe we should check on her. You think she’s asleep yet?” I asked, hoping he’d agree.
“Couldn’t hurt to see. If Blue really told our wolves she wanted us there, she might be struggling to sleep too,” Liam reasoned. That was all the encouragement I needed.
“Meet you outside in five.”
Closing the link, I yanked on a clean t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts before slipping out of my room. Liam was already standing outside Lia’s door, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to look somewhat presentable. The effort was pointless-we both looked identical, from our tired eyes to the messy state of our hair. His gray t-shirt and my white one were the only differences between us.
Liam caught my eye, shrugged, and then turned to knock softly on the door. We heard a bit of movement inside, followed by the soft padding of her footsteps. Even from the hallway, her scent wrapped around me, making my mouth water.
The door cracked open just enough for her to poke her head through, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw us.
“Hey,” she murmured, still looking a little stunned.
Liam responded instantly, his voice warm. “Hey.” The love-struck expression on his face would have been funny if I didn’t feel the same way.
“Did we wake you?” I asked.
“No, I was just reading,” she replied, then hesitated. “Did you guys want to come in?”
That was a step in the right direction.
“Absolutely,” we answered in unison.
She opened the door wider, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
Standing there in nothing but boy-shorts that barely covered her curves and a tight tank top stretched over her perfect chest, she was a vision I wasn’t prepared for. Her hardened nipples pressed against the thin fabric, and my mind instantly filled with wicked thoughts-of ripping that shirt off, of my lips on her skin, of pulling every last moan from her until my name was the only thing she could say.
Liam found his voice first.
“Damn, Angel, are you trying to kill us standing there like that?” he groaned, stepping inside and pulling me with him before shutting the door. He was clearly concerned about someone else seeing her like this, even though the halls were empty.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Oh…uh, sorry! I didn’t think-” She trailed off, flustered.
I stepped closer, tilting her chin up so she’d look at me.
“Don’t ever apologize for that, baby girl,” I told her, my voice laced with honesty. “You have a beautiful body. Nothing about you is something to be ashamed of.” My lips quirked into a smirk. “Besides, we’ve seen you in less.”
Her blush deepened, spreading down her neck and to the top of her chest. I could practically hear the question forming in her mind. I decided to answer before she asked.
“When you were unconscious,” I said gently. “We had to put you in an ice bath to get your fever down.”
Liam and I both flinched at the memory. That night had been hell.
“Oh,” she said softly. “Well…thank you again for taking care of me.” She hesitated. “Um…did you guys need something?”
Liam cleared his throat, clearly struggling with how to say it. “Well…kind of. We were, um, hoping we could sleep here tonight.” Smooth.
I stepped in before he could fumble any further. “Please, love,” I said, my voice thick with emotion. “The last two nights were the best sleep we’ve ever had. Our wolves are restless without their mate, and since we’ve already slept together, we thought maybe…you’d let us stay with you again.”
The moment she turned away without a word, my heart sank. Sadness crashed through me like a tidal wave. She wasn’t saying anything. She was walking back to her bed. She was dismissing us.
Fang whimpered at the sting of rejection, and when I glanced at Liam, I saw the same pain reflected in his eyes.
We turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” Lia’s voice stopped us in our tracks. “I thought you wanted to sleep here.”
I turned back to see her already curled up in bed, pulling the covers back in silent invitation.
Relief flooded through me.
We didn’t need to be told twice.
Liam and I exchanged grins, our relief and excitement mirrored in each other’s expressions. Without hesitation, we climbed into bed beside her.
“Thank you so much, baby girl,” I murmured, the grin refusing to leave my face.
“Yes, thank you, Angel. Thank you for giving us a chance,” Liam added, his voice filled with gratitude.
She sighed, shifting slightly. “Yeah, well, you’re both just lucky I’m exhausted. Blue was restless without your wolves too. She wouldn’t let me sleep.”
We settled into the bed, lying side by side on our backs. It was a tight fit, but I had no complaints. If anything, it was the perfect excuse to stay close to her. But given what she was wearing, I had no idea how I was supposed to keep myself in check. Fang was already restless, urging me to claim what was ours. When she finally accepted us-because there was no way I’d let myself consider “if”-we’d need a bigger room and an even bigger bed. I made a mental note to call our architect first thing in the morning.
Even as we lay there, none of us were close to falling asleep. The silence grew heavier, almost awkward. Then, to my surprise, it was Liam who made the first move. He reached over, his arm sliding around Lia’s hip as he gently rolled her onto her side to face him. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed her thigh and pulled it across his waist, drawing her closer. She hesitated for a moment before she melted into him, her arm wrapping around his chest as she buried her face against him.
“That’s better,” Liam muttered with satisfaction.
“Bold move, baby bro,” I teased through our link, pride evident in my tone.
“No risk, no reward, big brother,” he shot back, and I could practically feel his smirk.
He had a point. I wasn’t about to let him outdo me. Shifting onto my side, I pressed against her from behind, my body molding against hers. My arm slid around her waist, slipping beneath her tank top to trace lazy circles over her soft skin. Her heartbeat quickened, but she made no move to pull away. If anything, she relaxed even more. Fang howled his approval, reveling in our mate’s warmth and scent.
Just as I was getting lost in the sensation of having her so close, Liam tilted her chin up from his chest, coaxing her to look at him. Then, he leaned in and captured her lips in a slow, lingering kiss. I held my breath, waiting to see how she’d react. If she pulled away, I’d have to murder my twin for moving too fast. But instead, she sighed into the kiss, her fingers threading into his hair as she deepened it. A surge of possessive desire shot through me at the sight of her accepting him so readily.
Emboldened, I nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent before trailing my lips along the delicate skin. The sweet, subtle shift in her scent told me exactly how much she liked it. Lust clouded my mind, my instincts warring with my restraint. My fingers traced along her side, skimming from her shoulder to her hip, pausing just before they could graze the curve of her ass. Meanwhile, Liam had rolled onto his side, pressing his body flush against hers. His grip on her hip tightened, pulling her even closer so that there was no mistaking his arousal.
Not to be left behind, I shifted against her, aligning my hardness with the soft curves of her backside. The idea of someday taking her in every way possible sent a wicked thrill through me. But for now, I focused on the present, finding the spot where my mark would one day rest and kissing my way across it. She moaned into Liam’s mouth at the sensation, the sound a heady mix of pleasure and need. Fang preened in satisfaction at our mate’s reaction.
But just as quickly, she stiffened, pulling back from Liam as her entire body went still. Even in the dim light, I could see the deep blush spreading across her skin.
“I-I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hiding her face in her hands.
Liam reacted first, refusing to let her retreat into embarrassment. “Shh, no, Angel. Don’t be embarrassed. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he reassured her, gently prying her hands from her face. She let him hold them but avoided his gaze.
I wasn’t about to let her think she had to hold back from us. “Oh no, baby girl. Don’t you dare go quiet on us. Every reaction you have to our touch, every sound you make-it belongs to us. We want to hear all of them, from your little whimpers to your loud, sexy moans.”
She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking up to mine, wide and unsure.
“If we can’t hear you, and we think you’re holding back from us, we might have to punish you,” I added, my voice dropping to a husky promise. “Isn’t that right, brother?”
Liam hummed in agreement, his fingers still lazily tracing along her skin. “That’s right, Angel. You wouldn’t want us to have to punish you, now, would you?”
She let out a soft whimper, somewhere between worried and intrigued. My wolf practically purred at the scent of her arousal spiking again. The thought that she might enjoy a little discipline in the bedroom made my blood heat, but I forced myself to stay in control.
“Yes, baby. So be a good girl and let us hear how much you like it when we touch you, okay?” I murmured, not really expecting an answer.
She simply nodded, and I decided to let her off the hook-this time. “We’ll let it go for tonight. We all need to get some sleep. But next time, we expect you to remember.”
With that, Liam rolled onto his back, pulling her snugly across his chest once more. I curled up behind her, pressing my face into her hair and breathing her in. Slowly, our heartbeats steadied, our breaths syncing in the quiet of the room. Contentment settled over us, and one by one, we drifted into a peaceful sleep, wrapped up in each other.