Chapter 40 #2
Luca’s lips brushed my shoulder from behind — slow, reverent. “Let us show you what happens when you give yourself to us.”
I nodded, and Bastion made a low sound — approval, hunger, both — before he hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties and dragged them down.
Then he paused.
Looking at me.
Looking through me.
And then he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh — just above my knee — soft and slow.
My knees trembled.
Another kiss.
Higher.
Then another.
His mouth dragged up the line of my leg, inch by inch, until I was trembling.
Until I couldn’t hold still.
Until my hand found Luca’s at my waist and gripped it like a lifeline.
And still Bastion didn’t touch me where I needed it.
He just kissed me, lips so close I could feel the heat of him .
“I could live on this,” he said softly. “Just you. Just your taste. You know that, baby?”
My breath hitched.
And then he licked me.
One slow, deliberate stroke of his tongue — up, over, and back again — like he was learning me.
I moaned, legs starting to shake, and Luca’s grip on my waist tightened.
“Hold her open,” Bastion ordered.
Luca did without hesitation, dragging my thighs wider from behind, his hands firm and possessive.
Bastion groaned against me. “ Good fucking girl. ”
And then he devoured me.
Tongue, lips, — he didn’t give me space to think, to breathe, to question.
Every motion was slow but certain, building and backing off, driving me up and pulling me down until I was panting.
His tongue circled, then flicked, then dragged slow and hard until I was crying out.
Then he stopped.
Completely.
“Please—”
“Not yet,” Bastion murmured, mouth still hot on my skin.
Luca’s voice was darker now. “You want to come, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then beg.”
My head dropped back against him, my breath broken. “Please…”
“Use our names,” Bastion said, tongue flicking once — lightly, cruelly. “Say it right.”
“Please, Bastion. Luca — please, I need to?—”
“Need to what?” Luca whispered against my ear.
“Need to come. ”
“For who?”
“For you,” I gasped.
“Say it.”
“For my daddies.”
Bastion growled against me again — and then he went back in.
No mercy. No patience.
His tongue dragged and pressed and circled while his fingers teased the edge of where I needed him most.
I was shaking, whimpering, fighting the orgasm as it built too fast.
Then one finger slipped inside me.
Then another.
He curled them just right.
“Now baby,” Lucas whispered in my ear.
And I broke.
My whole body clenched, shaking and I sobbed their names like a prayer — over and over.
Luca’s arm came around me tighter, grounding me, keeping me upright while Bastion licked me through the tremors.
Every twitch, every whimper — he chased like it was a reward.
When he finally pulled back, his lips were wet and shining, and his eyes… feral.
He pressed a kiss to my thigh again, this time softer.
“ Good girl. ”
Luca kissed my temple. “You took that so well.”
I was shaking.
And glowing.
And undone.
Bastion stood slowly, kissing the inside of my knee… then my hip… then my stomach as he rose .
His mouth brushed my collarbone as his fingers tilted my chin.
“That was worship, baby,” he whispered. “Now comes the ruin. ”
“Say it,” Bastion said, lips brushing my skin. “Say you’re ours again.”
“I’m yours.”
And Luca whispered, “ Ours to ruin, to worship, to fucking love. ”
The air was a wire pulled tight between us, every breath crackling.
Luca’s hands slid to my hips, guiding me slowly backward until the backs of my knees hit the mattress.
Bastion’s body moved with mine — close , grounding — his palm flat against my lower spine like he couldn’t stand to lose contact.
“Get in the bed, baby,” Bastion murmured.
Luca’s voice was darker. “On your back this time. We want to watch every breath.”
I climbed up.
Luca knelt beside me, brushing hair away from my face.
“You feel that? That’s not lust. That’s possession.” His hand slid down, over my ribcage, “And we’re not sorry for it.”
Bastion stood at the foot of the bed, watching me like he’d been starving — and I was the first thing he’d ever wanted to taste.
He crawled up.
One knee, then the other.
His hands braced beside my hips.
“You chose us,” he said, like a vow. “Now we show you what that means.”
And then they moved.
One on either side of me .
Not rushed.
Not greedy.
Just deliberate.
Like they were memorizing every inch of me — every stuttered breath, every whimper, every look that said, yes, I’m yours.
Their touches weren’t fast.
They weren’t rough.
They were reverent.
Hands splayed across my stomach.
Fingers curling under my jaw.
Lips brushing across skin that hadn’t been touched like this in years — if ever.
“You’re perfect when you’re quiet like this,” Luca whispered in my ear. “But we like the way you sound when we take our time.”
Bastion kissed my collarbone — slow and burning. “Every moan, every breath… we’ll earn them.”
My thighs trembled.
Their hands anchored me.
And just when I thought I might shatter from the tension, Bastion leaned in“ Look at us while we make you ours. ”
I did.
I couldn’t look anywhere else.
Luca’s gaze locked with mine, holding me still while Bastion’s mouth moved lower — devastating.
Their touch wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t desperate.
It was controlled.
Claiming.
Bastion’s palm slid up the back of my thigh, spreading me further, guiding my hips until I was right where they wanted me .
Where they needed me.
“Hold still, baby,” he murmured. And the way he said it — I obeyed before my brain could catch up.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
Luca’s fingers traced up my ribs — slow and possessive. “You listen so well.”
I whimpered, caught between them — Bastion beneath me, Luca behind.
Luca kissed the nape of my neck, hands firm on my hips, adjusting me again. I was already gone.
Bastion filled me with one slow, precise thrust, and my breath broke — the stretch, the pressure, the possession.
“ Fuck, baby. ” His eyes squeezed shut. “You take me so good. So fucking tight.”
I could barely breathe.
Could barely think.
And then Luca leaned down, lips brushing my ear.
“Now say it.”
“Say… what?”
“That you’re ours,” he whispered. “That no one else gets to touch you. That no one else gets to fuck you. Just us.”
“You,” I gasped. “Only you. I’m?—”
Bastion’s hips rolled slowly, drawing another cry from me.
“Not enough, baby. Say our names.”
“Bastion,” I trembled.
Luca’s hand curved around my jaw, guiding my face toward him.
“And me, baby. Say it.”
“Luca.”
He kissed me — deep and claiming — while Bastion thrust again, the rhythm agonizingly controlled.
“You’re ours ,” Luca said against my mouth. “Say it. Say it like you believe it. ”
“I’m yours,” I whispered. “ Yours. ”
Bastion growled under me, thrusting deeper. “ Good fucking girl. ”
My body shook as Luca’s fingers slid lower, teasing where Bastion’s body already filled me.
“You wanna come?” Luca asked, voice like a dare. “You think you’ve earned it?”
“I—please?—”
“You don’t beg yet,” Bastion snapped, his control fraying. “Not until we make you.”
Luca’s fingers moved faster, matching Bastion’s rhythm.
I was falling apart.
Held between them.
Ruined by them.
“Bastion—” I gasped, clawing at his shoulders.
His thrusts deepened. “That’s it. Say my name while I fuck you.”
“Luca—” I whimpered, back arching as both their bodies pressed in.
“You can come when you scream it,” Luca said. “ Ours. Not mine. Not his. Ours. ”
And the tension snapped.
My vision blurred as the climax shattered through me — dizzying, consuming, sacred.
“Ours,” I cried, hips stuttering. “ Ours… ours… ours… ”
Luca opened my hips wider, lifting me slightly, so Bastion can get in deeper.
“ Fuck, baby, ” he breathed, finished deep inside me. “You feel too fucking good…”
My body trembled. My heartbeat pounded behind my ribs.
I could barely stay upright, dropping against his chest as my breathing struggled to even out.
Bastion kissed my jaw, then my temple — slow .
I blinked through the haze, still pulsing and trembling in their hands.
And then I moved.
I reached back, brushing my hand across Luca’s chest.
Bastion steadied me gently as I turned, limbs loose and spent.
Luca laid back, and I crawled towards him — and he caught me, hands firm on my waist, grounding.
I looked at him, flushed and breathless.
He smiled “ Good girl, ” he murmured, dragging his hands up my thighs. “Look at you… so fucking perfect for us.”
I swallowed, cheeks still burning as I sank down slowly onto him, guided by his grip.
His eyes never left mine.
“ Go slow, baby, ” he whispered. “Let Daddy feel you stretch around him.”
I moaned as I lowered myself — inch by inch — hips shaking as he filled me.
“You’re so willing,” Luca said, voice rough with restraint. “So eager to please both your daddies.”
My breath hitched.
His hands gripped my hips — not forcing, just holding me steady as I took him fully.
“You like giving yourself to us like this, don’t you?” he asked, lifting his hips just enough to press deeper. “You love being shared.”
My hands braced on his chest.
“Yes…”
“Yes what ?”
“Yes, Daddy…”
His hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me down to kiss him — hard, hungry, claiming .
“ Good fucking girl, ” he whispered again. “Slid down my dick, nice and slow for me.”
I didn’t realize I was shaking until Bastion steadied me — hands on my waist.
I wasn’t sure how, but it was like Luca knew it was overwhelming me.
“You’re doing so fucking well, baby,” his hands gripping my thighs. “Took me so sweet. Look at you.”
My legs trembled as he guided my hips down again — slow — until I was flush with him.
The stretch was still intense. Still overwhelming.
But so full.
So right.
Bastion’s hand slid up my spine, fingers spreading across the back of my neck.
“Don’t move yet,” he said — low, commanding against my ear. “Not until we tell you.”
His palm curved around the base of my throat — not choking, not squeezing. Just… holding. Claiming.
My back arching slightly from the pressure and the heat of it all.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?” Luca teased, brushing his thumbs up my inner thighs. “It’s because you love being told what to do.”
“I do,” I breathed. “I like—when you tell me.”
“You don’t like it, baby,” Bastion corrected, his lips brushing the back of my shoulder. “You need it.”
He gripped my hips tighter. “Move when I say.”
I nodded, chest rising with a shallow breath.
My heart was still pounding from the intensity before.
Bastion’s voice dropped into a low growl. “ Say it. ”
“I need it,” I whispered.
“Who do you need it from? ”
“You,” I choked. “Luca. Both of you — my daddies. ”
That earned me a groan.
Luca’s grip on my thighs tightened, and he thrust his hips just enough to make me gasp.
“God, you’re perfect,” he muttered, kissing my chest as I bent over him. “So good for us.”
I rolled my hips — slowly — and Bastion’s fingers curled tighter around my throat.
“Don’t get greedy,” he warned. “We said when. ”
“I—can’t help it,” I whispered. “ Please. ”
Luca laughed — low, affectionate. “You hear that? She’s already begging and we haven’t even started.”
“I think she likes it when we’re mean,” Bastion murmured, his other hand sliding down to where we were joined. “Or maybe she just likes when we make her wait.”
He teased me there — two fingers slicking through what was already soaking — and my whole body jolted.
“ Please, ” I said again, desperate now.
Bastion released his hold on my throat just enough to tilt my chin back.
“You gonna cry if we don’t let you come yet, baby?”
I whimpered.
Luca moved one hand to my back, stroking gently.
“It’s okay. You’re doing so well.”
“She can wait,” Bastion said darkly, his hand returning to my throat in a steady, grounding grip. “She always does better when she’s pushed a little first.”
“Don’t you?” Luca added, coaxing me into a slow roll again.
I moaned, thighs clenching around him.
Bastion leaned closer, voice hot against my skin.
“Let us guide you. Let us take our time with you. You don’t need to rush, baby. You’re not going anywhere. ”
“I’m not,” I whispered. “ I’m yours. ”
“ Fuck, ” Luca groaned. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours. I’m yours. Yours. ”
Bastion’s thumb traced under my jaw as his hold turned possessive. “ Ours. Say ours, baby.”
“ Ours, ” I gasped. “ Ours. ”
He kissed behind my ear — slow and rough all at once.
“ Good fucking girl. ”
With a shared look between them, and then Luca moved.
His hips thrust up into mine — deep and hard.
I cried out, but Bastion’s hand on my throat was right there — holding me steady , anchoring me through it.
“ Eyes on him, ” Bastion said,
I opened my eyes to look at Luca. His hand found mine, and without thinking, I lowered down, and kissed him.
Hot and possessive , stealing every last bit of air from my lungs.
“You’re so perfect like this,” Luca bit my bottom lip, “Wrapped around me. Letting us use you.” He ran his fingers down me, “Sit back up baby, let me really fuck you.”
Bastion steadied me, then they moved together — one guiding, one thrusting — both of them wrapped around me like I was something holy.
I was unraveling — slowly.
And then I felt Luca start to twitch beneath me. His breathing turned harsh.
“Don’t come yet,” Bastion warned him. “ She goes first. ”
Luca groaned.
I moved hips in sync now — guided by Bastion’s grip and Luca’s rhythm.
“You close, baby?” Bastion asked, his hand slipping between us again.
“ Please, ” I begged. “I—please?— ”
“Say our names.”
“Luca. Bastion. Please, please ? — ”
“ Good girl, ” Bastion whispered. “ Now. ”
And I shattered.
It wasn’t loud this time. It was deep — quiet and full and devastating.
Luca groaned, as I tightened around him and followed seconds later, head tipping back, hands locking around my hips as he came hard.
Bastion held me the whole time — hand firm around my throat, the other stroking my jaw like he couldn’t decide whether to control me or worship me.
Maybe both.
He cradled the back of my neck, his mouth going to my ear . “You did great baby,” he whispered. “We’re so fucking proud of you . ”
I collapsed forward, breath stolen, head resting on Luca’s chest.
Luca kissed the top of my head, murmuring, “That’s our girl.”