Chapter 54
Chapter Fifty-Four
EMILIA
Their words still rang through me, raw and unreal.
You’ve worn our names for years. Now we’ll wear yours. Tattooed shoulder to shoulder. Forever.
I should’ve pushed them away. I should’ve demanded space, demanded time to process. But my body didn’t listen. It leaned into them, burning, trembling, caught in their gravity like I’d never left it.
Bastion’s mouth pressed into my thigh again, his hands heavy at my hips.
Luca’s lips brushed mine again. “Let us take you there, angel. Let us show you.”
“Let us prove it.” Bastion added
Luca thumb stroked my jaw, tilting my face back to his.
Bastion kissed higher, his mouth grazing so close. “Please. Let me worship you.” He lifted his head just enough to meet my eyes, his own dark, desperate.
The word worship made something inside me crack.
I nodded, barely, trembling. That was all it took.
Bastion bent back down, his mouth closing over me with a reverence that stole the air from my lungs. Slow, steady, unrelenting. His tongue moved against my clit, circling, pressing.
My hand went to his hair, clutching without meaning to.
Luca kissed my temple. “Good girl. Just let it happen. Just feel.”
Bastion’s mouth was merciless and tender all at once, every stroke a vow. Luca’s hands steadied me, one on my cheek, one sliding down my back, grounding me as my body betrayed every defense I’d built.
“So fucking beautiful when you come for us.”Bastion groaned against me, the vibration stealing another cry from my throat.
“Please—” I didn’t even know what I was asking for.
“You have it,” Luca whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Everything. Always.”
Bastion’s hands dug into my thighs, holding me open, holding me steady, as his mouth pulled me closer and closer to the edge. My hips lifted once, shame burning through me, but he groaned like it was salvation.
“Good girl,” Luca whispered again, his mouth at my ear now, hot, relentless. “Give it to us. Show us. We need it.”
The words undid me.
My body shattered. My hand fisting in Bastion’s hair, lifting my hips, pushing myself against his mouth.
He didn’t stop. He kissed me through it, every sob, every tremor, every aftershock.
Luca held my face, kissing my cheeks, my lips, my throat. “That’s it, angel. Ours. Always ours.”
I collapsed against him, shaking, as Bastion finally lifted his head, his mouth wet, his eyes darker.
He pressed his forehead to my thigh, breathing hard. “Forever. Don’t you see? You’re forever. ”
I breathed heavy into Luca’s chest, broken and burning and worshiped in ways I didn’t know I could be.
“You wore our names,” Luca whispered into my hair. “Now we’ll wear yours. Carved into us, shoulder to shoulder. To match what’s been in us since we were nineteen.”
Bastion kissed my thigh one last time, devotion, then lifted his eyes to mine. “Say yes. Just once. Say you see it.”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came. Tears were all I had.
I was still trembling when Bastion lifted his head. His mouth was wet, his lips swollen, his chest heaving like he’d run a war. Luca kissed the top of my head, my temple, every tear sliding down my cheek, whispering soft good girl s like each one was holy.
I should have told them to stop. I should have begged for space, for silence. But Bastion’s hands stayed on my thighs, warm, anchoring, while Luca stroked slow circles down my back, steadying me, and my body betrayed me again — aching for more.
Luca’s mouth brushed my ear. “Let us keep going, angel. Slow. Soft. Until you know there’s no end to this.”
Bastion groaned against my thigh, the sound vibrating into me. “Please. Let me take turns with him. Let us worship you together.”
Bastion slid up, kissing my stomach, reverent, while Luca eased me back into the couch cushions. His hand found mine, threading our fingers tight. “Stay with me,” he whispered, kissing my knuckles. “Stay in this moment. Just feel.”
His other hand slipped between my thighs, joining Bastion’s slow kisses. A gasp ripped out of me.
“Beautiful,” Luca murmured. His fingers stroked slow, teasing, coaxing me open. “Always so perfect for us.”
Bastion kissed higher, his mouth pressing soft circles. Luca fingers circling. His groans made my stomach clench. “So sweet. So fucking sweet.”
I arched clutching Luca’s hand.
“That’s it, baby,” Luca whispered, his mouth brushing my cheek. “Give it to us. Every sound. Every shiver. We need it.”
Bastion’s mouth closed over my clit again, but this time Luca’s fingers slipped inside, slow, deliberate, curling until my hips lifted. Relentless rhythm they built together.
“Look at us,” Luca whispered. He angled my chin until our eyes met. “We’ve waited years to have you like this again. Years of building, fighting, bleeding, all for this. For you.”
Bastion groaned low, sucking harder, his hands gripping my hips. “We never let go. Never. And now we won’t stop until you’re ours forever.”
My head fell back, the ceiling blurring. “Please?—”
“Come for daddy,” Luca kissed me hard, deep, swallowing my cries.
I shattered again, my whole body convulsing around Luca’s hand, Bastion’s mouth, the two of them relentless and reverent at once.
They didn’t stop.
Bastion pulled back only enough to press kisses into my trembling thighs, while Luca’s hand slowed but didn’t leave. He kissed my jaw, murmuring against me. “Marry us, Em.”
My body stilled, my chest heaving. “What?”
Bastion lifted his head, his eyes dark, voice hoarse. “Marry us. Let us worship you for life.”
Luca kissed me again, softer this time, his thumb brushing the tears from my cheek. “Let us carry you forever. Let us make you Crow in name, in law, in everything.”
Bastion’s lips pressed to my thigh, then higher, reverent. “We’ll tattoo your name across our backs. We’ll wear it shoulder to shoulder, so the world sees what’s already been on our hearts since nineteen.”
“You can’t—my family?—”
“They can’t stop it,” Luca kissed my temple, “We’ve made sure of it. Every port. Every resort. Every account. Every vein of their empire already runs through us. We’ve tied them so deep they can’t breathe without us.”
Bastion’s hands stroked up my sides, his mouth kissing my stomach. “They lost the war three years ago. They just don’t know it yet.”
Luca’s fingers moved inside me again, slow, steady, coaxing another cry from my throat. His forehead pressed to mine, his voice breaking with devotion. “Focus on me, angel. Focus on what we’re building.”
Bastion kissed higher, his mouth replacing Luca’s hand with worship, his tongue pressing slow circles that made me shiver. “Focus on us. On our future.”
“What future?”
His lips brushed mine again, his words hot against my mouth. “Ours. A home built for you. A life that bends to you. You, wearing our name where no one can ever deny it.”
“You, ours in every way. Forever.”Bastion groaned into me, desperate.
My body arched, the words and the worship breaking me open again. My climax going through me, harder than before. Bastion moaned against me, still licking me, while Luca kissed me until I had no air left.
When I collapsed back, shaking, Bastion lifted his head. His lips glistened, “Say yes. Just once. Say you’ll let us keep you.” he pressed his forehead to my knee.
Luca’s hand stroked through my hair, his mouth brushing my temple. “Say you’ll let us worship you for life.”
I shook my head weakly. “I can’t?— ”
“You can,” Luca whispered. His hand squeezed mine tight. “You already have. Every time you wore us. Every time you breathed us. You’ve been ours.”
Bastion kissed my skin again, soft and desperate. “Now let us be yours.”
They were showing me the future, piece by piece, kiss by kiss.
Bastion stripped his shirt over his head, the fabric tugging free of his broad shoulders. His eyes never leaving me. Fuck. My breath caught. God I forget how muscular he is, the tattoos, the scars.
Luca pulled me closer, sliding me across his lap until I straddled him, his hands catching at my waist.
“You don’t need this,” he murmured, tugging at the hem of my shirt.
Before I could answer, he lifted it, peeling it up and over, leaving me naked. My breath hitched. My hands flew instinctively to cover myself, but Luca caught my wrists, gentle but firm, lowering them back down.
“Finally naked,” he whispered, his forehead resting against mine. “On my lap. Where you belong.”
My chest rose sharp, trembling.
Bastion’s hand traced down my spine, slow, sending shivers through me.
“Right here,” he murmured, his finger going across my shoulders. “Our names tattooed.” His lips brushed my temple, reverent. “And here—our crest. A crown where no one can pretend not to see it.”
I leaned back into his hand. “Tattooed?” I whispered, uneasy. “That’s… that’s permanent.”
“Exactly,” Luca’s mouth brushing mine . “Ours. Forever.”
“Tell us you want it. Tell us you want our names tattooed on you.” Bastion hand pressing steady at the small of my back. “You’ll take the pain,”
“And the love,” Luca cupped my cheek. His eyes burned into mine. “You’ll wear our love.”
My lips parted, my body trembling with something I couldn’t name.
Luca’s mouth grazed my ear. “Sit up a little, baby,” he whispered. “That’s our girl. Now spread your legs for Daddy.”
Heat rushed through me. I obeyed before I could think, my thighs sliding open across his lap.
“Wider,” he said softly, his hands running down my sides, steady, coaxing. “That’s it. That’s our girl.”
Bastion’s hand slid down my back, grounding me. His mouth at my ear. “Put that pretty ass in the air. Just a little.”
My body shook as I bent forward, my cheek brushing Luca’s shoulder.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Good girl.”
My pulse hammered in my throat.
Luca caught my face in his hand, holding me steady, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. His eyes never wavered, holding me like a promise.
Behind me, Bastion pressed forward, slow, his hand firm on my back as he pushed inside.
I gasped.