Chapter 37
Chapter Thirty-Seven
EMILIA
After the scene in the dining hall, the boys had been very happy when I got to the room.
Bastion had a lazy grin on his face as he looked at me — standing at the end of the bed wearing a white satin set.
Both were looking at me like I was something special .
“But first… take off that robe.”Bastion voice was soft. But it carried .
My breath caught.
“Slowly,” Luca added, voice dark and velvet. “Take it off slow .”
Their eyes burned through me. I trembled as I loosened the tie at my waist, letting the robe slip from my shoulders.
Both of them exhaled sharply when they saw what I wore underneath — white satin. Barely-there . Delicate straps, thin lace over my hips, the kind of thing I didn’t wear for anyone.
“ White, ” Bastion muttered, dragging a hand over his jaw. “How fucking fitting.”
“Damn, baby,” Luca rasped, sitting forward slightly. “We can see your nipples through that. ”
My throat dried. Because they could see everything through it.
Bastion leaned back again, settling against the headboard, fingers running through his hair like he was considering something dangerous .
“Should she climb over one of us…” Bastion’s voice cut through the heat. His eyes flicked to Luca, “…or should we make her crawl ?”
“She should crawl for us.” Luca’s answer was quiet. Sharp.
He ran his hand slowly down the center of the mattress, eyes locked on mine.
“Come on, baby. Crawl up to be between your daddies.”
My breathing faltered.
Their expressions didn’t change. They didn’t move. They just watched me — still and calm and completely in control.
I swear these twins are going to be the death of me.
I dropped my gaze to the space between them. The mattress stretched out like a quiet dare , and Luca’s hand still rested at the center — fingers dragging slow over the sheets like he was marking the path he wanted me to take.
Crawl.
The word throbbed in my chest.
I took one step closer.
Then another.
Their eyes never left me.
And when I reached the edge of the bed, I paused.
White silk clung to my body, every inch of me exposed under the dim light. My thighs trembled, but not from fear. From the weight of two sets of identical eyes, watching like I was theirs to claim.
I placed one hand on the mattress.
Then the other.
Then lowered .
The sheets were warm against my knees as I slowly crawled onto the bed, moving between them — one breath, one inch at a time. My hair brushed my shoulders. I could feel their gazes dragging over every shift in my body.
Every twitch.
Every inch.
Bastion let out a breath through his nose, jaw clenched.
Luca’s hand rested where he wanted me to stop.
“ Look at her, ” Bastion murmured, voice rough.
“Crawling for us like a good girl,” Luca added.
I swallowed hard.
And I didn’t stop until I was between them — both of them shirtless, inked, golden-skinned and wild-eyed like the calm was only a mask for the storm I’d just walked into.
I sat back on my heels, breath shallow.
Bastion leaned in first, cupping my jaw with a gentleness that undid me.
“If you tell us to stop, baby — we will, okay?” his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “If it ever gets too much… just say so. Promise? ”
I nodded.
“We need to hear you say it,” Luca said gently, shifting closer. His knuckles brushed down my arm, tracing a path to where my fingers still pressed into the mattress.
“I say stop,” I whispered. “You stop.”
I pulled the covers back slowly, the hush of linen against my hands louder than the thoughts racing through my head.
They didn’t say anything — just watched. Both of them. Luca already half beneath the sheets, Bastion leaned back against the headboard like a king waiting for his prize.
I climbed in between them.
Carefully .
The air shifted the moment my legs slipped under the sheets.
Luca’s hand settled low on my waist, grounding me. Possessive in a way that didn’t need words.
Bastion slid down the bed, “ Fuck, ” he muttered under his breath, his palm splaying across the satin at my hip. “Do you even know what this does to us?”
I blinked, heart thudding. “What?”
“This,” he said again, tugging lightly at the hem of the white satin. “The way it clings to you. You don’t even realise, do you?”
“No,” I admitted quietly.
Luca exhaled beside me, his voice like a dark sigh. “ So fucking innocent. ”
Their hands didn’t stop moving. Not rushed. Not greedy. Exploring. Mapping me out like I was a luxury they’d spent too long denying themselves.
My thighs tensed.
Luca noticed. “You want to be touched, don’t you?” he asked softly. “Properly this time.”
I swallowed, but my voice barely held. “I don’t know how to ask for that.”
“You don’t have to,” Luca said, palm sliding around to my front. “You just have to give in. ”
“I don’t—” My voice cracked again.
But Bastion tilted my chin toward his.
“Let us take care of you.”
Luca added, his tone darker now, “Give up that little bit of control, baby. Let us do what we’re made for.”
I didn’t mean to — I swear I didn’t — but I nodded.
That tiny movement.
That was all it took .
Bastion’s mouth was on my neck, slow and heavy. His hand slid under my knee and pulled it up.
Luca’s fingers dragged up my ribs, stopping just below my breast, not quite touching. Not yet.
“You’re doing so good,” Luca whispered. “Just let go , baby. Let us guide you.”
Their hands moved with worship and intent . Not claiming yet — just exploring. Setting the pace. Letting me feel how much control I was giving them, moment by trembling moment.
And God help me… I wanted to give them more.
Their hands didn’t rush. Didn’t grope.
They traced .
I could barely breathe.
“Lie still,” Luca whispered, kissing below my ear. “We’re not in a hurry.”
Bastion’s voice followed from the other side, low and coaxing. “We want to feel you fall apart slowly, baby.”
Luca’s fingers skimmed the top of my thigh. “Every inch of this body’s ours now, isn’t it?”
I shivered. Bastion caught it.
“You like being told what to do,” he murmured. “ Don’t you? ”
“I…” I didn’t know what I was saying anymore.
“Shh,” Luca soothed. “You don’t have to answer. Not with words. ”
“Your body’s already begging,” Bastion said, his thumb brushing just beneath the hem of my satin slip.
“See how she’s trembling?” Luca noted. “She wants us to lead.”
Bastion chuckled darkly. “She was made for this. To be handled. Worshipped. Taught. ”
My cheeks burned. I felt too exposed .
“You’ve been strong too long,” Luca whispered against my neck. “Let us have the reins tonight, baby.”
“You don’t have to think,” Bastion added. “Just feel. ”
Luca’s hand paused at the curve of my waist. “Every time you obey, we’ll praise you. Every sound you make, we’ll reward you.”
Bastion’s breath was hotter now. “And when you’re ready to beg… we’ll be right here. ”
His fingers traced the edge of my satin-covered breast, not touching it. Just circling. Teasing.
“You’re doing so well,” Luca said, sliding his hand up the inside of my thigh. “ So good for us. ”
“She’s not going anywhere now,” Bastion added, voice thick with restraint. “Not when she melts this easy.”
Luca smirked. “She just doesn’t know how far we’re going to take her yet.”
“Do you, baby?” Bastion asked. “Do you know how deep we’ll go?”
I shook my head again. Silent. Breathless.
Luca’s lips brushed my collarbone. “Then keep being good. Keep letting us show you.”
Luca shifted lower, his mouth now just beneath my navel, breath hot against the silk.
“You know what I want?” he asked, voice quiet but commanding.
I swallowed hard.
“I want to taste you,” he kissed my stomach, “but I want to hear you ask .”
Beside me, Bastion slid his palm up my thigh. “ Don’t give in too easy, baby. We want to hear you beg for it.”
“I—” My voice cracked.
“You can do better than that.” Luca’s thumb pressed between my thighs — barely. Just the softest pressure through the satin. “We want you desperate. Shaking. ”
Bastion nipped my shoulder. “Tell us how much you need it. Make it pretty. ”
“Please,” I whispered.
“Not good enough,” Bastion growled against my neck. “Say what you want.”
Luca hummed. “Say it slow, baby. Say it like you mean it.”
I closed my eyes. “Please… I want your mouth on me.”
A pause.
Then two soft, near-simultaneous groans from either side of me.
“ Fuck, ” Bastion breathed. “ That’s our girl. ”
Luca dropped to his knees between my legs. “Lay back. Let me worship you.”
My head fell against the pillow as his hands parted my thighs.
“I’m not going to rush this,” he murmured. “ You’ll come when we say. Not a second before. ”
Bastion held my hand, fingers intertwined, his voice velvet-dark. “You wanna cum, baby? Earn it. ”
Luca’s mouth pressed a kiss just above my center. “One taste at a time. Until you’re begging again.”
I gasped as his tongue traced a slow line, then pulled back.
“Too much?” he teased.
“ Not enough, ” I choked.
Bastion chuckled. “ That’s what we like to hear. ”
“You’re doing so well,” Luca praised, going in again, slower this time. “ Taking every second like a good girl. ”
Luca’s tongue was teasing just out of reach, as if he was savoring the ache building in me. Drawing it out. Testing me.
I bit down hard on my lip, shaking, the pressure mounting in waves that refused to break. My hips tilted helplessly toward his mouth, toward anything, everything, but he only chuckled — breath deep and low.
“ That’s our girl, ” Bastion brushed his fingers along my collarbone, “You’re learning.”
His praise hit deeper than I could stand. I arched instinctively, needing something — more , anything — but Luca held my hips down with the full weight of his palm, firm and reverent.
“ Still, ” he said. “ Or I stop. ”
The threat melted into me and I stilled.
Their control was a drug. Their rhythm, a religion.
“Tell us who this body belongs to,” Bastion said, against my ear.
I whimpered, caught between pleasure and restraint, but I couldn’t answer. My throat felt strangled by how much I wanted it — wanted them.
“Use your words, baby,” Luca coaxed, mouth trailing up my inner thigh. “ Say it. ”
“You,” I choked out. “It’s yours.”
“Which one of us?” Bastion asked, tilting my chin so I had to look into his eyes. “You gonna pick, or tell the truth?”
My voice cracked. “ Both of you. ”
Their twin groans hit me.
Luca’s tongue dipped forward, slow and torturous, parting me so sharp I gasped.
Bastion didn’t stop watching. His hand slid between my breasts, down the center of my stomach, grounding me as I trembled beneath the weight of their control.
Luca’s mouth pressed firmer, his tongue sweeping deep, then retreating with maddening slowness, his breath a hum of praise.
“She tastes like she knows who she belongs to,” he said, voice rough .
“ Messy already, ” Bastion added, looking down at me like I was something fragile and filthy and divine all at once. “We haven’t even started.”
I moaned again, desperate, incoherent.
“I need—” I gasped, but I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“You need what, baby?” Luca asked, his mouth warm against my thigh. “You gonna beg now?”
He kissed higher. “You ready to cry our names?”
“You don’t finish until we hear both,” Bastion added.
Tears pricked behind my eyes — not from pain. From the restraint . From the overwhelming way they adored and ruined me at once.
“I—Luca—Bastion — please?—”
He sucked hard against the spot he knew would undo me, and I arched.
Bastion caught me, his arms pulling me down.
“Don’t you dare break yet,” he whispered in my ear, one hand fisting in my hair. “You’ll give it to us when we say. Not before.”
I was shaking, my hands digging into the sheets, trying to control myself as Luca’s tongue moved again. Slower. Intentional.
“I can feel her holding back,” he murmured. “ Trying to be good. ”
“She’s our good girl,” Bastion replied, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Aren’t you, baby?”
I nodded. The pressure inside me was unbearable.
“Then prove it,” Luca growled. “ Say it. ”
“Please,” I gasped. “Please let me?—”
“ Say our names. ”
“Luca. Bastion. Please. I need to come. Please. ”
Luca groaned into me, his mouth devouring me like my voice gave him permission .
Bastion leaned closer, his lips brushing mine, holding me as I came apart.
“ Now, ” he whispered. “ Break for us, baby. Now. ”
I screamed their names like a prayer and a curse in one.
Luca didn’t stop until I was shaking , into Bastion’s shoulder, every nerve flooded with their touch.
Bastion held me tighter. “ That’s our girl. ”
“ Our perfect girl, ” Luca added, his voice wrecking me with worship.
They kissed me after. Everywhere.
My shoulder.
My collarbone.
The inside of my wrist.
As if marking me wasn’t enough — they needed to remind me I was theirs in every breath that followed.