Chapter 54 #2
“That’s it,” Bastion groaned, his voice breaking. “So tight. So perfect.”
Luca kissed my temple, whispering against my ear. “Praise him, baby. Let him hear it.”
“Daddy—” The word tore from me, shaking.
Both of them groaned at once.
Luca kissed me again, “Such a good girl. Putting your ass in the air for daddy.” his mouth catching mine, then moved to my temple .
Before I could breathe, Bastion’s hands closed hard around my waist. He lifted me clean off Luca’s lap, my cry sharp, my body still trembling around him.
He didn’t let go.
He carried me across the room, his chest heaving against my back, until we reached the glass. The city stretched beneath us, all dark steel and red lights.
He pressed me to the window, holding me suspended in his arms like. His mouth dropped to my ear. “Do you know how many fucking times I’ve pictured this?”
My arms clung tight around his neck, shaking.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Hold Daddy. Arms around my neck. That’s my girl.”
My fingers slipped under his necklace, clutching around his neck.
I tried to put my feet down, trembling with the need to ground myself, but his arms tightened, keeping me in the air, his body flush against mine.
“It’s deep, isn’t it, baby?” His voice was hoarse, thick with possession. He rolled his hips, slow but merciless, pressing so deep my vision blurred. “Really deep isn’t it?.”
“Yes, Bastion?—”
He groaned, the sound, raw, his hips rolling again, sharper, hungrier. “Say it better. ” he rasped against my ear.
“Dadd—”
“Louder.” His teeth grazed my ear, his grip locking me tighter against him.
I arched back, “Daddy!”
He groaned hard, the sound shaking through my chest where his body pressed mine to the window.
And for one dizzying moment, the whole city disappeared.
The glass chilled against my skin, my breath fogging the glass. Bastion groaned into my ear, his hips rolling deep, keeping me pinned in his arms.
Then he shifted, turning me slightly in his hold.
Luca stood a step away, shirtless.
“Touch Daddy’s back, baby,” Bastion whispered into my ear, his voice breaking.
My hand shook as I reached.
Luca turned slightly, his hand caught mine, guiding it down the slope of his neck.
My eyes locked on the wide banner carved over his shoulders. Empty. Waiting.
The Crow crest, black and brutal, scarred into skin that had known too much.
Countless times I had traced his tattoos. A deep ache in my chest as I wondered whose name would fill it.
My fingers trembled as I traced the blank space inside the crest.
“Right there,” Bastion groaned, his voice a low vow against my neck. “Your name. Tattooed for the world.”
Luca’s muscles twitched beneath my touch.
“Yours, angel. That space was carved for you.”
My bottom lip trembled.
Bastion’s mouth pressed to my ear, his thrust sharper, his voice raw. “Say it. Say what belongs there.” Bastion groaned, his words rough, broken. “Emilia Crow.”
The thrust he gave me nearly stole my breath.
“Emilia Crow,” he rasped again, grinding deep, his teeth catching my shoulder. “Our wife. Our legacy.”
I gasped, my forehead pressing to Luca’s inked back, my fingers clutching the empty banner across his shoulders.
Luca reached back, his hand closing over mine, holding it there. His head tilted just enough that I caught his profile, sharp and certain. “It’s already yours, baby. All of it. Always was.”
Bastion’s hips rolled again, sharper, his voice cracking in my ear. “You’ll wear our names, and we’ll wear yours.”
My hand traced the banner once more.
“Emilia Crow,” Bastion whispered in my ear, wrecked and raw. “Emilia Crow. Our wife. Our legacy.”
My palm pressed to the empty banner carved across Luca’s shoulders.
“Say you want it,” Bastion groaned. “Say you’re ours.”
Luca turned, catching my face in his hand. His eyes burned into mine, steady, merciless. “Say it, angel. Say you want this.”
My throat closed. The words trembled out, barely a whisper. “I want it.”
Bastion groaned so deep it vibrated through my chest. Luca kissed me hard, swallowing the rest of my breath. “Ours,” he said against my mouth. “Say it better.”
“Ours—” The word broke on a sob.
“That’s my girl,” Bastion growled. He pulled out slow, the loss so sharp I gasped.
And then Luca’s hands were at my hips, steady, strong. He pulled me back onto him in one unrelenting stroke.
I clutched his shoulders, as his dick filled me.
“Breathe, angel,” Luca murmured, his mouth brushing my ear. “I’ve got you. Always.”
Behind me, Bastion’s mouth pressed to my shoulder, his teeth catching my skin. “Our wife.”
Wife. That one word. Their wife.
“Look at you,” Luca groaned, holding me down on him. “So fucking perfect, taking me so deep.”
Bastion’s hands slid around to my chest, holding me steady, his lips hot against my throat. “That’s it, baby. Take him. Show Daddy how good you are. ”
“You’ll never be alone again,” Luca whispered into my ear, his thrusts slow, deliberate. “Not a second. Not a breath.”
“Every night,” Bastion rasped, kissing my temple, “every morning—you’ll wake with us inside you, around you, holding you.”
Luca groaned, his hips rolling harder. “Our girl. Our angel. The love of our fucking lives.”
My cry broke, raw and desperate.
“Good girl, being nice and loud for us,” Bastion whispered, his fingers tugging at my hair until my head tilted back against his chest. “Say it louder. Say you’re ours.”
“I’m yours,” I sobbed.
Both of them groaned, the sound crashing through me.
Bastion kissed me hard on the mouth, rough and desperate.
“Switch,” Luca groaned against my lips.
Bastion’s chest pressed to my back, his voice low, rough. “We’ll both take her until she forgets how to breathe without us.”
They moved in rhythm, swapping out, sliding in and out of me. I was theirs to share, theirs to worship.
When my legs gave out, Bastion caught me. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me across the room.
“You want to come, baby?” he asked, his voice breaking in my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I clutched his shoulders.
“Whose name is going to be on your back?”
“Bastion. Luca?—”
They groaned together, the sound so raw it stole my breath.
“You’ll wear our names,” Bastion said, lowering me to the edge of the bed, gentle even as his body shook. “And you’ll love it, won’t you?”
“Yes—” The word came out as a gasp, broken and needy .
Bastion held me to his chest. As he sat down on the bed. He slid out of me.
Before I could catch my breath, Luca dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth sealing over me.
I cried out, my back arching.
“No,” Bastion said from behind me. His hand caught mine, anchoring me. “Don’t come yet.”
“You’ll wait,” Luca murmured between licks, his voice hot against me. “You’ll be good for Daddy, won’t you?”
I nodded desperately, my thighs trembling around his head.
“Such a good girl,” Bastion murmured, stroking my hair back. “Surrendering for us.”
“So obedient for her Daddies,” Luca said, pulling back just long enough to kiss my thigh before dragging his mouth against me again.
“Say it again,” Bastion urged, his eyes burning into mine.
“My—” My voice broke on a sob. “My Daddies.”
They groaned, both of them, the sound vibrating through me.
Luca pulled back, his lips wet. “Whose name will be tattooed on my back, angel?”
“My name.”
“Say it,” Luca demanded, his eyes dark, pulling away.
“Emilia Crow,”
Bastion kissed my throat. “That’s our girl. Our good fucking girl.”
My cry broke, my body arching, only for Luca’s mouth pressed kisses along my thighs .
“No shush, breathe,” he coaxed, his voice breaking. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”
Bastion’s hands pinned me open. He held my thighs wide, his grip firm and unyielding, keeping me stretched for his twin.
Luca knelt between my legs, his eyes locked on mine before his mouth sealed over me, slow and devastating. My head falling back, but Bastion’s hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet Luca’s gaze.
“Such a good girl watching daddy suck your clit.” Bastion’s mouth brushed my ear.
Luca groaned into me, his tongue circling, then pulled back just enough to murmur, “Every morning you’ll wake up between us, baby. Our hands on you before the sun is even up.”
My legs clenched.
“Taking our cocks before the day starts,” Luca went on, grinning as he stroked my clit. His eyes burned into mine. “You’ll love that, won’t you?”
“Yes—”
“You’ve got no idea how far we went to keep you ours,” Bastion rasped, his grip tightening on my thighs.
“And how far we’ll go to keep you ours,” Luca said, his voice hoarse as he pressed his mouth back to me, licking harder, deeper. “Thirty days, and you’ll be our wife.”
“Fucking finally,” Bastion muttered, his teeth grazing my shoulder.
“No one can take you from us again,” Luca vowed, between strokes of his tongue.
“Say yes,” Bastion urged, his breath hot against my temple. “Say we’re enough, baby. Say you choose us as much as we’ll always choose you.”
My hands shook as one slid up, catching Bastion’s neck, the other reaching for Luca’s cheek where it pressed into my thigh. “The first choice I ever made was you two. ”
They froze—Luca’s mouth still against me, Bastion’s breath catching sharp against my ear.
My chest heaved. “That kiss. The night of the fire. That was the first time I ever chose something for myself.”
Bastion forehead pressing to my shoulder. Luca kissing the inside of my thigh softly.
“My twins,” I whispered.
Their reactions wrecked me—Bastion’s tremble, Luca’s desperate groan, their devotion flooding every inch of me.
“Come for us, baby,” Bastion begged, holding me wider, keeping me open. “Gush all over him,” he growled, his hand sliding lower to stroke my stomach.
Luca moaned, pulling me tighter against his mouth. “That’s it, angel. Be good for Daddy. Give it to me.”
I shattered, my body breaking apart, heat flooding as my climax tore through me. I clenched Bastion’s forearm, anything I could hold.
Luca groaned hard, sucking me down, his tongue lapping every wave, his fingers working me, coaxing me until my thighs shook helplessly in Bastion’s grip.
“That’s it—” Luca groaned, his voice wrecked, his mouth still fingering me. “Good girl. Filling Daddy’s mouth. Just like that.”
My body was still trembling when Bastion shifted holding me to him. My thighs were sore from how hard he’d held me open for Luca, and I was still shaking when he pushed slowly, sliding back inside.
I clenched around him, the aftershocks crashing into new waves. Luca caught my mouth at the same moment, kissing me through it, swallowing my cries.
Bastion’s groan broke at my ear. “We’re both going to fuck you now. Nice and slow. Maybe brutal here and there, but you’ll take it all, won’t you? Because?— ”
“I’m yours,” I cut him off, I moved back against his thrust, slow, needy. “I’m all yours.”
They both froze, just for a beat, their breaths crashing into mine.
“My twins,” I whispered, reaching up with one hand to curl it around the back of Luca’s neck, pulling his face down to mine.
“My daddies,” I whispered again, dragging Bastion’s face close with my other hand, my arm trembling around his neck until both of them pressed into either side of me.
“My husbands.”
Something changed instantly. The possession in their eyes went lethal. Dangerous.
“Fuck,” Luca groaned, his forehead pressed to mine. “There goes any chance of slow, baby.”
Bastion’s answer was a deep, brutal thrust that made me cry out, my nails digging into his back and Luca’s neck.
“I’ll take it,” I gasped, needy. “I’ll be good.”
They both went tense at once — a silence heavy enough to cut.
“Bend over,” Bastion’s hands gripped my hips, guiding me down to the mattress. “Ass nice and high in the air for Daddy.”
I obeyed, trembling, bracing against the sheets.
Luca’s hand came to my face, tilting me until my cheek pressed into the mattress but my eyes still locked on him. His gaze was dark, burning.
“Say it again,” his thumb brushing my lips.
Bastion’s grip bruising at my hips. I looked at Luca, my voice breaking as I gave them the words again.
Bastion slammed deep over and over, his groan wrecked. Until he pulled me back. Holding me pressed to his back, his breath hot against my neck .
Luca’s hand came to my cheek, steady, stroking with his thumb. His eyes searched mine, sharp but soft, grounding me in a way the brutal pace couldn’t.
“Color?” he asked, his voice low.
“Green,” I gasped, breath breaking as my body still shook. “Fuck me, Luca. I want it.”
He gave me a look that made my chest seize, his forehead lowering to mine until our breaths tangled. His lips brushed mine.
“Not fuck, baby.” His hand holding the side of my face, his mouth catching the end of my sob. “Worship. Love. Own.”
The grin that broke across his lips was sharp and devastating, but his eyes stayed steady on mine as he pressed our foreheads together. “That’s what this is.”
Bastion was still holding my hips like he couldn’t let me go. Luca kissed me, not desperate this time, but reverent, slow strokes of his mouth against mine as if he needed me to feel the difference.
“Every time,” he murmured, kissing me again. “Not fucking. Loving. Owning. Worshiping you until you never doubt it again.”
I clung to him, because it was breaking me apart in a way I hadn’t expected.
“My husbands,” I whispered against his mouth, and I felt both of them stiffen around me — one behind me, one holding my face — like I’d just branded them without ink.
And maybe I had.
For the first time in my life, I saw a future I would live. Not just survive.