Chapter 46 #4
She broke. Again. So hard her whole body shuddered.
But we didn’t stop.
Not even when her thighs locked up.
She was ours now. Bound, taken, praised, and undone.
And we were going to own every single breath she gave us.
“Two,” she gasped again, voice catching mid-breath, like she couldn’t quite believe it.
Neither could I.
She was trembling—full-body, uncontrolled. Her arms flexed uselessly against the restraints, wrists pinned above her, her body locked in a constant quiver like something deep inside her had snapped open and didn’t know how to close.
Luca didn’t stop touching her.
Neither did I.
We didn’t give her a second to come down.
She was crying now. Not from pain. From the overload. From the impossibility of how much pleasure her body could hold and still ask for more.
“Three,” she sobbed. “I—I think I—oh God?—”
And then she broke .
Not just another climax. Not the kind she’d already given us—loud, breathy, desperate.
Her body arched. Her thighs clamped around my hand, and I felt it before I saw it—pressure building, then releasing in a rush.
She squirted.
Everywhere.
A spray of warm all over my hand and down her thighs, soaking the sheets, her stomach— me.
I froze.
Just half a second.
Luca stilled too.
Her body collapsed flat against the bed, but her arms still strained against the ties.
Her eyes were glassy. Her mouth open.
She didn’t even know what she’d done.
“… fuck, ” I breathed.
Luca sat back, staring at her.
I looked down at my soaked forearm. Her thighs still shaking.
“Did you know you could do that?” I asked her softly, voice raw with awe.
She blinked, dazed. “I… I don’t know what just happened.”
“You squirted , baby,” Luca said, kneeling back over her. His voice had gone soft. “You came so hard your body gave out.”
“I—oh my God,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to—I couldn’t stop?—”
Luca silenced her by kissing her.
“Don’t apologize.” I kissed the inside of her thigh. “Don’t ever apologize for that.”
Luca cupped her cheek. “You gave us something you didn’t even know you could. ”
“That’s four, ” I said, brushing my fingers over her.
She flinched.
“Still sensitive?”
She nodded.
Good.
“Then you’re going to give us five. ”
“I—I can’t?—”
Luca moved behind her, untying her wrists. But instead of letting her curl up, he gathered her against his chest—one arm under her thighs, the other holding her arms gently across her stomach.
She was exposed now, limp in his arms, too wrecked to hide.
I knelt between her legs and laid one long kiss right against her swollen clit.
“ Bastion—! ”
“That’s it,” I murmured. “You’re still leaking, baby. Your body’s still begging. ”
“Please—please don’t—I’ll break?—”
“You already did.”
I slipped two fingers back inside her, her body fluttering wildly around me. My palm pressed hard against her clit and rubbed just right.
She went rigid.
Then gushed again.
Another wave—less this time, but still soaking my hand, her thighs, Luca’s chest where he held her.
She sobbed. Shaking. Eyes wide in disbelief.
“ Five, ” I said, voice rough. “That’s five, baby. That’s ours. ”
Luca kissed her temple. “No one’s ever going to touch you like this again.”
“Because no one can, ” I added. “They won’t even know where to start. You belong to us. You always will. ”
She let out a whimper and collapsed fully into Luca’s arms, still twitching, still leaking.
She didn’t even realize her thighs were still parted.
Didn’t realize her mouth was open, whispering our names like a prayer.
And we weren’t just going to let her fall asleep after this.
We were going to carry her through the crash.
Then remind her who she belonged to.
Again.
“You feel that?” I asked, pressing a palm between her thighs again. “Still fucking soaked. You’re not done.”
She let out a broken sound—somewhere between a cry and a gasp—and shook her head. “I can’t…”
“You can. ”
I moved up the bed until I was crouched beside her again, reaching for her chin. Her face turned into my palm like she needed to be held—or branded. I couldn’t tell which.
“You’ll come again,” I said, voice low. “But this time, you’ll earn it.”
She blinked up at me, glassy-eyed.
Luca whispered into her ear. “You don’t get to come just because your body wants to. That was before. That was pleasure.”
“This…” I said, pulling something from the drawer at the bedside. A thin velvet ribbon. Deep black. A temporary collar. A placeholder. “ This is ownership. ”
Her breath stilled when she saw it.
She knew.
“You say you’re ours,” I kissed her throat. “You scream when we tell you to. You break beautifully. But you don’t wear our name. Not yet. ”
Her lips parted. “What do you mean…?”
I held the ribbon up, letting it dangle. “This is what happens when a girl’s body belongs to men like us. You don’t walk around with your head high pretending you’re untouched. ”
“You wear it.”
Luca smirked, “You wear it so every man in the room knows exactly whose filthy little girl you are.”
She trembled. “You’d put that on me?”
“We’ll earn it,” I said. “Tonight, we’re going to show you what it means to belong to the Crows. This isn’t just a collar, baby—it’s a promise. You’re ours. And one day, you’ll wear a real one around your neck… a ring on your finger… and our names inked into your skin.”
I leaned in, lips brushing hers.
“You’re not a princess anymore,” Luca whispered, his fingers stroking her collarbone. “Not a legacy. Not a symbol.”
“You’re our girl.”
“Our property.”
“Our legacy.”
I slid the ribbon around her throat—slow, deliberate—letting the silk settle against her skin. But I didn’t tie it.
Not yet.
I wanted her to ask.
“You’ll be ours forever. We won’t let you go. Not even when you think we already have. This ends with you marked. Bled. Tattooed. ”
“It sounds like a proposal,” she said softly, smiling—still dazed.
“No,” Luca murmured, his hand gliding down her side. “It’s a promise. ”
She had no idea how deep our obsession ran—how possessed and crazed she made us. No idea what we would do, or who we would become, just to make sure this ends the way we said. Her, tattooed as ours .
“Say it,” I told her.
She didn’t answer.
So I moved down her body and spread her thighs open again.
“Say who you belong to.”
I didn’t touch her.
“Bastion… Luca…”
“ Again, ”
“ Bastion. Luca. Please. I’m ours— ours ? — ”
Luca tied the ribbon.
Tight.
Centered.
Beautiful.
And then I pressed my fingers back into her soaked body—and she came immediately.
Her breath shattered. Her throat arched.
She screamed our names.
Over and over and over.
I leaned in, pressing a kiss to the velvet tied around her throat.
I couldn’t fucking wait to collar her properly.
Fuck an engagement ring. The black ribbon at her throat gleamed against her flushed skin—not just a mark of ownership now, but a fucking promise.
A declaration.
She wore it like she was made for it.
“You look better like this,” I muttered, dragging my palm up her thigh. “Messy. Collared. Wet…”
“ Ruined, ” Luca added, voice low picking up where I left off. “ Ours. ”
I dragged the tip of my cock between. Her breath hitched. Her hips tilted up in instinctive surrender.
“You ready?” I asked, voice low .
She nodded—breathless, trembling.
I gripped her chin, holding her still. “ Words, baby.”
“Yes, Daddies. Green. ” Her eyes met mine, wide and wrecked. “ Fuck me already. ”
Luca pressed a kiss to the side of her throat. “Then let us in.”
I lined myself up.
She sucked in a breath.
And I pushed.
The first inch made her cry out—tight, soaked, fluttering around me like her body had been waiting for this.
Waiting to be filled.
Claimed.
Ruined.
“You feel that?” I hissed, teeth gritted. “That stretch? That burn? That’s us taking you. ”
She nodded, already gasping, clutching Luca’s arms.
“You’re ours now,” I growled, thrusting deeper— slowly —making her feel every inch. “We’re going to fuck that into your bones. ”
“ Say it, ” Luca demanded, kissing her collar, biting her neck. “Say who’s inside you.”
“ Bastion, ” she choked. “Bastion, oh my God?—”
I rolled my hips forward, sinking all the way in.
She screamed.
And then Luca held her legs wider, as I pushed into her.
“That stretch is love, baby,” he whispered, “That ache is us inside you, claiming you soft.”
Tears slid down her flushed cheeks, and I couldn’t tell if it was from the stretch, the surrender, or the emotion of it all.
Trembling around my cock while Luca held her from behind, his chest to her spine, his hands on her ribs. Steadying her .
“Shh,” Luca whispered, kissing her ear. “ Breathe, baby. We’ve got you.”
I brushed her hair back and kissed her mouth. She kissed me back like she needed to taste us both to survive.
“ I want all of you. ” she whispered.
I pulled back just enough to look her in the eyes.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Her voice trembled. “I need you both. Please. ”
Luca’s jaw tightened. I could feel the shift in him behind her—his control breaking, his need sharpening.
“She’s not ready,” he muttered, though it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself.
I met his gaze. “She’s asking. ”
She turned her face toward him.
“I want you,” she whispered. “At the same time. I want to feel you both. I want you inside me.”
Her hand reached up to cradle Luca’s jaw.
“I’ll beg if you want me to.”
Luca groaned, something breaking in his chest as his hands slid down her body—gripping her thighs, adjusting her, positioning her.
I didn’t stop moving inside her—slow, deep thrusts—just enough to keep her breath caught as I met her eyes and murmured,
“You don’t have to beg, baby. Not for this. You ask, we give.”
Luca kissed her shoulder, his voice wrecked.
“Open for us,” he whispered. “Let us show you what it means to be ours.”
She nodded, lips parted, trembling as he moved behind her. One hand spread her carefully, the other wrapped around her waist—anchoring her, steadying her.