Chapter 46
Chapter Forty-Six
BASTION
I moved behind her and reached for the clasp at her neck—the tiny hook that held the silk together. The dress slipped.
No hesitation. She stood between us in nothing.
I pressed my mouth to her shoulder. Luca kissed her.
And when her legs trembled, I knew.
She wasn’t afraid.
She was surrendering .
“You looked so fucking perfect tonight,” I murmured against her skin. “All polished and poised. But this… this is what I live for.”
I traced my fingers down her side.
We led her back to the bed.
She didn’t lie down.
She knelt—on the edge of the bed like a goddess.
Poised. Present. Ours.
She didn’t wait to be told.
Not performance. Not obedience.
Offering.
And that alone nearly wrecked me .
Not because of how pretty she looked down there—though God, she did?—
but because she chose it.
Chose us .
Chose this .
She was already trembling a little.
Not with fear?—
With the weight of knowing this mattered. That she mattered.
Luca touched her cheek first, his voice soft—gentle in the way only she ever was with him.
“Baby, tonight’s going to be intense,” he said, brushing his knuckles along her jaw. “But we want you to know—it’s all with love, okay?”
She nodded slowly, eyes flicking between us.
God, she had no idea how much power she held when she looked at us like that.
“We’ll ask for a color,” Luca continued gently. “Green means you’re okay. Yellow means you need us to slow down. Red means stop. The second you say red…”
I stepped forward before he could finish.
“We stop.”
My voice came out low, rough—weighted with more than just instruction.
I needed her to believe it. Because this wasn’t about control.
It was about care .
“No questions. No hesitation.”
I placed a hand over her heart—felt it flutter, fast beneath my palm.
“You say the word,” I said quietly, “and everything halts. That’s a promise.”
She nodded, breath catching, but I saw it—the flicker of doubt .
Like maybe she still believed that choosing herself would disappoint us.
Luca saw it too. His hand slid gently across her lower back, grounding her.
“And if we ask for a color,” he added softly, “and you can’t speak? If you freeze or go quiet—we pause.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of her head.
“We wait. Until you can. There’s no rush, angel. Ever .”
Her lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.
So I cupped her jaw, tilting her face up.
“You don’t owe us anything,” I murmured. “Not your yes. Not your body. Not your bravery.”
She blinked hard—eyes glossy, wide.
“You won’t disappoint us for needing care,” I added, my thumb tracing her cheekbone. “You’ll never let us down for saying stop. We’ll thank you for it.”
Luca nodded, his forehead resting gently against her shoulder. “Because when you stop,” he whispered, “we don’t see failure. We see trust .”
She inhaled sharply, her breath stuttering, and I felt her chest rise beneath my hand.
Still no words.
But something deeper cracked open in her face—something vulnerable and beautiful and so fiercely brave I nearly dropped to my knees.
I reached for her hand—the one she always curled against her stomach when she was unsure.
Lifted it slowly.
Kissed each knuckle like a vow.
Then I turned her wrist over and pressed my mouth to her pulse.
It jumped under my lips.
And fuck , I loved her .
We didn’t want her for just tonight.
We wanted her forever .
I looked up into her face, and my voice broke on the next words.
“Our worst fear is pushing you past what you can take.”
I said it because it was true. Every inch of it.
“Hurting you… it wouldn’t just ruin this. It would fucking kill us. Okay?”
Luca moved in again, one hand on her waist, the other curling around her shoulder as he kissed the side of her head.
“Words, baby,” I said, my thumb brushing beneath her eye. “We need you to say it.”
She looked at us— really looked at us—and I could see it.
The fear. The courage. The choice .
All of it flickering across her face in one breathless second.
And then she nodded.
Not just a nod.
Not just obedience.
Permission.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Her voice was fragile—but steady.
“Yes… I want this. I want you.”
Luca let out a breath like he’d been holding it for days.
She turned her head slightly, meeting his eyes first, then mine.
“Green means I’m okay,” she said softly. “Yellow means slow down.” She paused, swallowing hard. “Red means stop.”
I nodded, heart pounding. “That’s our girl.”
“We don’t take this lightly, baby,” I told her. “You’ve just given us something sacred.”
Luca leaned forward, brushing a kiss to her forehead.
“You sure?” I asked again, voice rough, thumb brushing the corner of her mouth. “You don’t have to, baby. Not yet. ”
She didn’t know what she was doing to us.
I cupped her jaw. “Let us teach you.”
She nodded, breath caught.
“Open,” I said gently, thumb resting on her lower lip. “Wider, baby.”
She obeyed—nervous, but trusting—and I leaned in to kiss her first. Slow and soft, grounding her in touch.
“Good girl.”
Luca came forward then, kneeling beside me. “We’ll go slow. You just follow our hands, alright?”
She looked at us like we were gods she didn’t know how to worship yet.
And we were going to show her.
I shifted, letting her hands curl around my dick. She blinked, lips parting again. I guided her slowly, letting the head brush her lips.
“Start with a kiss,” I told her. “Like this?—”
I showed her by leaning down, kissing her jaw, then her throat.
She mirrored the motion—tentative but so damn eager—pressing a kiss to the tip, then another.
“That’s it,” I praised, breath catching. “Now lick—slow, baby. Flat tongue.”
Her first touch was shy. Warm. Soft.
She looked up—and I swear I saw something break inside Luca.
He reached out, gently brushing her hair behind her ear.
We were both touching her now—grounding her.
Giving her the reins… only to slowly take them back.
I let her suck, watching the way her cheeks hollowed.
Fuck. She was gorgeous.
Then I pulled back, breathing hard, and nodded toward my brother .
“Now him.”
She looked between us, blinking.
“You don’t have to take turns,” she whispered, hesitant.
I smiled. “We like sharing.”
Luca was already hard, cock resting against his abs as he moved in closer, lifting her chin.
“You okay, baby?”
She nodded.
“Color check?” he asked softly.
She smiled, even as her breath caught.
“Green.”
His voice dropped into that dangerous softness he only ever used with her.
“Good. Because now I want you to use that pretty mouth for me. Can you do that?”
She licked her lips. “Yes… Daddy .”
Luca’s breath stuttered. “Goddamn.”
He guided himself to her lips, and she leaned forward—already more confident, already learning .
She kissed him the way we’d taught her. Let her tongue explore.
Then took him slowly into her mouth.
Luca’s hand tangled in her hair—not forcing, just steadying.
“Slower,” he murmured. “Yeah… just like that. That’s our good girl.”
She moaned around him, eyes glazed, mouth full—and I watched in awe.
Then he pulled back, voice low and hoarse. “She’s too good at this.”
“She’s a fast learner,” I said, pulling her gently toward me. “Aren’t you, baby?”
Her mouth found me again—wetter now, bolder .
My hand stayed at the back of her head, holding her—not pushing, not demanding, just present . Letting her feel how much we were hers .
“Doing so well,” I breathed. “You like making us feel good?”
She pulled back just enough to whisper, “Yes… I want you both to feel me.”
Luca groaned. “You will.”
We took turns with her like that—our mouths kissing her between, our hands guiding her— worshiping her, even as she learned to worship us .
At one point, she rested her cheek on my thigh, catching her breath. Her eyes met mine—glassy and reverent.
“Is it okay if I… keep going?” she asked softly.
I stroked her cheek, thumb brushing the wetness at the corner of her mouth. “You’re doing perfect, baby.”
Luca knelt behind her again, kissing the back of her shoulder, murmuring praise while I traced her lower lip with my thumb.
“You’re ours now,” I whispered. “And we’re going to ruin you with love.”
Her breath hitched.
And then she took me back into her mouth—like she wanted to be ruined.
Her lips were slick, swollen from the way she moved between us—eager and reverent, with that quiet, desperate hunger that made me want to hold her down and beg her to let me worship her in return.
She was learning us by taste.
By sound.
By every little groan we gave her in return for her effort.
And fuck , we were barely holding it together.
I cradled her face in my palms as she circled her tongue over the tip, moaning softly like the sound was meant only for me. Then she pulled back—breathing ragged, lips slick.
“There you go,” I murmured, thumb brushing her cheek. “Let it get messy, Angel . We love you like this.”
Luca leaned in from behind her, pressing a kiss just beneath her ear.
“Don’t finish him yet,” he whispered, voice low as sin. “Not until we say so.”
She stilled—barely. Just the smallest hesitation.
But I caught it.
Her eyes flicked to mine like she needed the second heartbeat. The second anchor.
I felt it before she even spoke— that flicker .
Not doubt in us…
Just fear of getting it wrong .
Like maybe one of us would say now and the other would say wait , and she’d be left in the middle—unsure who to follow. Afraid to fail.
I moved in gently, brushing her hair behind her ear, and settled my palm against the base of her neck.
“You want to make us feel good, don’t you?” I murmured, letting my voice drop into that deeper place. “Then let us decide when we get to come, baby. You don’t have to rush .”
She gave a tiny nod, teeth catching her bottom lip. Her thighs shifted under her like she was trying to ground herself. Trying to obey.
But still—I saw it in her eyes.
So I leaned down, bringing my mouth closer to her ear.