Chapter 46 #2
“ Angel, ” I whispered, “you’ll never hear one of us tell you something and have the other say the opposite.”
Luca reached forward, his hand brushing down the slope of her back as he kissed her shoulder.
“Never,” he echoed. “ We don’t split you in half. ”
I cupped her jaw, tilting her face gently toward mine.
“You’re not ours to confuse,” Luca added, voice softer now. “You’re ours to worship .”
My thumb slid across her lower lip, catching the moisture there.
“And you don’t belong to one of us,” I said. “You belong to both . And we speak with one voice when it comes to you.”
That’s when she looked up—and God , her eyes… wide, glassy, full of something raw and wrecking.
Her lips parted like she wanted to say something. But she didn’t have to.
I saw it.
The release .
The knowing .
“ Good girl, ” I murmured. “Now come here?—”
I let my hand drift down the column of her throat. Not pressing. Just feeling.
“ Slower this time. Show me how much you want it.”
She moved instantly, mouth opening again—wet and obedient and eager—like every breath she took was synced to ours.
“I can’t tell if she’s a tease or a dream,” Luca muttered, watching the way she hovered just above me, tongue still close enough to touch.
I smiled faintly, heat low in my gut. Let my palm stay steady where her pulse raced.
“A little of both,” I said.
She let out a quiet sound, and I felt it vibrate through her throat—straight into my palm.
“You feel that?” I whispered. “ That pulse… that need? You don’t have to hide it.”
She looked up at me like I’d just undone her.
And maybe I had .
She took me back into her mouth—slower now, more deliberate.
We were in control, but she was choosing us again and again with every breath.
I let my head fall back, hips held still with iron restraint, every part of me focused on how soft and wet and perfect she felt.
“That’s it, baby. Good fucking girl. You’re doing so well…”
She made a sound that might’ve been a moan—or maybe it was mine—and I felt the start of heat crawl down my spine.
Too soon. Too much.
I pulled her off, gently, breathing hard.
She blinked up at me, dazed. Confused. A little needy.
“Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.
“No,” I said, stroking her hair back. “You did everything right. But I’m not done tasting you yet. And if you keep going like that…”
My smile twisted into something darker. “I’ll come down your throat and forget my name.”
Luca chuckled low. “We’ll take turns again. You’re gonna stay right between us until we say otherwise.”
He pulled her gently toward him, shifting so her mouth was lined up with him now. She hesitated—still breathless, cheeks flushed with pride and nerves.
“You ready for more?” he asked.
She nodded.
“ Words, baby.”
“Yes. I want it. I want you.”
That broke him.
He guided himself between her lips, both hands braced on either side of her head—but never pushed.
Just let her take him, slow and steady.
Her mouth closed around him, and she moaned deep .
Luca cursed, his voice rough now. “ Fuck, baby… just like that. You’re so good. You don’t even know what you’re doing to us.”
She kept her pace even, but we could see it—her fingers curling into the sheets, her legs shifting like she was trying not to fall apart just from the power of holding us in her mouth.
“You need to be touched?” I asked softly. “You can hold it, right, baby?” I whispered against her ear. “Be our good fucking girl— just give. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To let us take. ”
I slipped my fingers closer— teasing , not touching. “You want to earn it, don’t you?”
Her hips bucked involuntarily, and Luca groaned at the way she sucked harder.
“That get you wet, baby?” he asked, voice hoarse. “Knowing we’re in charge of when you come? That we’re the ones who get to earn that from you?”
She moaned around him again, almost collapsing forward.
And still, she didn’t stop.
“ Good girl, ” I brushed my fingers down her spine. “Now switch.”
She looked dazed—eyes glassy—but pulled off Luca and turned toward me again. My cock twitched the second her lips wrapped around me.
I hissed through my teeth. “ Fuck. She’s gonna make me lose it.”
“Not yet,” Luca said, crouching beside her again. His hand slid over her hip, steadying her. “Hold it, Bastion.”
“She’s begging me with her fucking mouth, brother.”
“I know,” he said darkly. “That’s what makes it so goddamn good.”
Emilia pulled back, panting. “Please…”
“What do you want, baby?” I asked her .
She looked between us, breath catching.
I exhaled, jaw tight. “Then you need to earn it. Take him back in your mouth—nice and deep—and when I say switch, you give him up and you take me. Back and forth. Until we say otherwise.”
She nodded—pliant, ruined, and fucking perfect.
Her mouth switched between us—lips stretched around Luca, then me. Tongue slow, careful, worshipful .
We didn’t thrust.
We didn’t take.
We let her give.
To begin with.
Each moan, each praise, made her tremble. While her mouth stayed focused on us .
I cupped her cheek, angling her face to look up at me as she took me again.
“That’s it, baby,” I ran my thumb along her jaw. “You’re doing perfect . Just a little more…”
She moaned softly, trying to take more, even as her throat worked to hold me deeper.
“You like it, don’t you?” I asked, brushing her hair aside so I could see her face—glass-glazed eyes, ruined mouth, flushed cheeks. “ Being ignored like this. Used. Given nothing. ”
Luca chuckled low beside me, sharp and hungry. “She’s a fucking mess already.”
“She hasn’t even been fucked yet,” I said, voice dropping. “And she’s shaking .”
She moaned again, her thighs twitching beneath her. I pulled her off me.
“Say it,” I told her, hand sliding under her chin. “ Say what you want. ”
“I want…” Her breath hitched. “I want your hands on me. I want to come . ”
Luca crouched beside her, fingers dragging slowly up the inside of her trembling thigh—close enough to torment, not to touch.
“And what makes you think you’ve earned that?” he asked.
Her mouth parted like she might answer—but she hesitated. Breathless. Shaking.
“Exactly,” I said, grabbing her chin and turning her face back toward my cock. “You don’t get to come yet. You get to beg .”
Luca leaned in, voice low and sharp. “Or you get to suffer , baby, for now.”
She swallowed hard, eyes darting between us. I saw it—the way her thighs clenched, her chest rising in short, frantic bursts.
And still… she opened her mouth for me again.
That broke me.
I guided myself back into her—slower this time, but deeper.
She struggled, her throat working to take me, but she didn’t pull away.
She fucking took it.
She gagged softly but didn’t stop, even as tears began to pool in her lashes. I cupped the back of her head with one hand, the other stroking her throat— feeling myself inside her.
“She’s gonna fall apart if we don’t give her something,” Luca muttered, eyes on her trembling thighs. “She’s soaked.”
I pulled her off again. She was gasping, flushed, wrecked from the mouth alone .
“You want our hands on you?” I asked, stroking her cheek.
She nodded frantically.
Luca tilted her chin toward him. “Then earn it . Show us you can take it—rough. Deep. Without complaining.”
She didn’t hesitate this time .
She sucked him down like she needed it to breathe.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, fist curling in her hair as his hips barely rocked.
“You’re making me so fucking proud… choking on my cock.
” He held her down to the base, her throat fluttering as she choked—and still, she didn’t fight him.
“That’s our girl,” he murmured, voice thick.
“Just a bit longer, baby. Let me really feel that beautiful throat.”
I placed my hand on her throat, leaning down until my mouth brushed her ear.
“Good girl,” I kissed her ear. “Good fucking girl… choking on Daddy’s cock. You love it, don’t you, baby?”
Luca pulled her back.
She gasped for air, “Yes… I love it. ”
That broke something inside me.
And I saw it in Luca—the same flash of heat, the same strain behind his eyes.
We were both right there —fighting every instinct to flip her onto her back, to press her down and give what she was begging for.
But we didn’t.
Just.
Luca’s voice dropped, rough with restraint. “You want us to fuck your mouth until your legs give out? Is that it?”
She nodded, one hand pressed between her thighs—trying to soothe the ache.
I grabbed her wrist.
“No touching yourself. Not unless we say. You get it when we give it.”
“Please…” she whispered.
“ Say it louder. ”
“Please. I need it—I want to be used . I want your hands on me. I want to come . ”
I grabbed her chin and kissed her—wet, possessive, brutal. Then I pulled back just enough to growl against her lips.
“You’re not gonna come until we say so. And when we do? You’ll come our way . On our fingers. On our tongues. On our cocks. We’ll ruin you in whatever order we fucking want .”
Luca moved behind her again, palms sliding up her waist, fingers dragging over her soaked thighs. Her breath was ragged now.
“I will,” she promised. “I’ll do anything—just… touch me . Please.”
I wrapped my fist in her hair again, dragging her mouth back to my cock, hovering just above it.
“Then open up again,” I said, voice dark. “You don’t stop until we say so.”
She obeyed—mouth wide, throat already raw.
And as we took turns using her—deeper, dirtier, rougher—our words were the only thing we gave her.
Praise and denial.
Control and heat.
Because she didn’t get release.
Not yet.
Not until we said she could fall apart.
She was trembling so hard I could see it in her knees.
Her mouth was slick from being passed between us, eyes unfocused, chest rising like she couldn’t get enough air.
She’d given everything and been given nothing .
And still… she obeyed.
Still, she wanted to obey.
I crouched beside Luca, brushing her hair back from her flushed face.
“You wanna come that bad, baby?”