Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
EMILIA
Luca didn’t hand me the towel. He dried me himself. Slow. His touch made me shiver harder than the ocean air had.
Bastion stepped in close behind me. His chest was hot against my back, his mouth brushing my cheek. “You cold, baby?” His voice was low as he kissed my shoulder.
Luca kissed my hip while drying my thigh. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, and when he looked up, the hunger in his eyes made my stomach dip.
Bastion’s hand brushed the bow at my bikini bottom. “You say stop, we’ll stop,” he said, voice firm, like he needed me to hear it as much as he needed to touch me.
My hand went to his on my side, more to steady myself than to push him away. “Is this… is this a good idea? Us—us fucking again?”
Bastion let out a long, heavy breath against my ear. “We never fucked you,” he said. “Every touch is love. We worship. We don’t fuck you.”
Luca kissed the inside of my thigh, slow. So slow it made my knees weak. Bastion kissed my shoulder, again.
“Ask me to untie your top.” His mouth at my ear, the words were a command and a plea all at once, low enough I felt it.
Heat rushed through me. My throat tightened. “Bastion?—”
He kissed just below my ear, catching the tremor in my voice. “Ask better, angel.”
Luca’s fingers brushed the bows at my hips, teasing loose without pulling. His touch was patient, coaxing. When I looked down, his eyes were on me.
“Take it off… please,” I whispered.
They both bent at once, mouths finding me like they’d rehearsed it—Bastion’s lips warm against my shoulder blade, Luca’s brushing the edge of my bikini.
“Prettier,” Luca murmured against my skin, the word vibrating through me.
The heat rushed so sharp I forgot how to breathe.
“Can my daddies take my bikini off, please?”
The sound they made—low, deep—ripped through both of them at once. I had forgotten what it did to me, the way their groans washed through me. My whole body remembered before my mind could.
Bastion’s fingers slid into my hair, gathering it up, holding it high while his other hand tugged at the ribbon at my neck. Slow. He kissed just beneath my ear as the knot gave way.
At the same time, Luca worked lower, knuckles brushing my hips as he untied the bows at either side. The fabric drop. His breath skimmed the inside of my thigh as he whispered, “Legs a little wider for Daddy.”
The words went straight through me. My knees wavered, my chest tight with the kind of trembling that felt like falling—but I parted them for him anyway.
Luca’s fingers brushed me between my thighs—barely there, just enough to steal the air from my lungs. My hips twitched toward him before I could think .
Bastion’s mouth soothed at my shoulder. “Easy, angel.” His voice was soft, but dipped with possession.
Luca’s hand lingered, deliberate, teasing, not giving me what I wanted but enough to make me tremble. “Be good, baby,” his eyes flicked up, the hunger in them pinning me in place. “Let us take what’s ours.”
The top had already slipped free, Bastion tugging it away as if he couldn’t stand it between us anymore. He let his knuckles drift slow down my side, grazing the curve of my ribs, my waist, my hip. The touch was devoting and claiming all at once.
“You can take our love, can’t you, baby?” he asked against my ear.
Luca stood then, rising slow, eyes locked to mine, and the hunger there made my stomach clench. He didn’t need to touch me anymore for me to feel consumed.
Bastion pulled me back into him, my spine pressed to his chest, his arm firm across my stomach. I felt his breath drag over my shoulder, steadying me even as my knees weakened.
Then Luca pushed one finger inside me—slow, deliberate. My lips parted on a sharp gasp.
His mouth curved into something dark and hungry. “Awe… what a good girl,” he murmured, voice thick with possession. “Already wet for your daddies so soon.”
The words sank through me, leaving me trembling against Bastion’s hold, every part of me caught between them, already undone.
Bastion loosened his grip on me, and before I could even draw a full breath, Luca’s arms slid under me.
The next second I was in the air—weightless, then laid out on the bed.
Bastion’s stood at the end of the bed. “Drop your legs, angel. ”
Heat rushed into my face so fast I felt dizzy. My body obeyed before my mind caught up, thighs trembling as they parted—but shame tugged at me all the same, and I tried to sit up, to hide.
I started to push myself up, the heat in my cheeks unbearable, but Bastion’s hand pressed gently to my chest, easing me back.
“Shh,” he murmured, his weight steady. His eyes burned down at me like he was holding something sacred. “Don’t hide from us, baby. You’re perfect like this.”
The reverence in his voice made my throat tighten. I sank back, my pulse hammering against his hand.
Between my thighs, Luca hadn’t moved away. His gaze was fixed on me—his hand slid to the inside of my knee, coaxing me open again, wider this time.
“Good girl,” Bastion whispered against my temple, grounding me while Luca’s kissed up my thigh.“That’s it. Just let us look at you. Let us love you the way we were meant to.”
Luca’s head dipped, his mouth hot against clit. Then with one slow lick—my whole body arched off the bed with a gasp.
And then he pulled back.
“Beg, baby. Beg Daddy.” His eyes cut up to mine, sharp.
Heat ran up my spine, my voice catching. “Please, Daddy. Please…I need you.”
Bastion’s hand stroked slow down my ribs, soothing, steady, while his mouth brushed my temple. Then his arms slid under me, lifting me. In the next breath I was straddling his lap, my back pressed to his chest, his arm across me.
His mouth brushed my ear, voice low enough to shatter me. “You’re going to let Daddy eat, won’t you?”
The words melted every protest I thought I had. All I could do was nod, breathless.
Luca was already between my thighs, his hands firm as he spread me wider, opening me like a secret only they were allowed to see. Bastion held me there, his grip strong on my legs, keeping me steady for his brother.
I felt completely undone—caught, displayed, worshiped.
Luca’s mouth dipped again, kissing me softly, almost tender, before his tongue slid slow over me. The heat of it ripped a gasp from my throat, my head falling back against Bastion’s shoulder.
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips brushing my skin. “Been starving for your pussy, baby. You were made to sit on Daddy’s mouth.”
My thighs tried to close, but Bastion’s grip tightened, holding me open for him.
“That’s it,” Bastion murmured in my ear, voice a low growl. “Be a good girl. Let him feast on you.” His hand smoothed over my ribs, anchoring me as Luca’s tongue dragged over me again, firmer this time.
A broken sound tore out of me. Bastion’s lips brushed my temple, his voice darkening. “Our girl… taking it so well. Look at you shaking for us.”
Luca groaned into me, the vibration shooting through me. He pulled back just long enough to say, “Beg louder, baby. Let Daddy hear how much you need it.”
Bastion’s mouth brushed my ear. “That’s it, sweetheart. Sob for us. Split yourself wide and give us every sound. Good girls let their daddies ruin them.”
He caught my mouth, kissing me. “Fuck. You’re doing so well baby.” And then Luca sank back in, devouring me slow, consuming licks that made me arch helplessly in Bastion’s hold while his brother sucked, licked.
Bastion’s breath dragged hot against my ear, his arm holding me open while I trembled. “Awe… is our girl starting to make a mess already?” His voice was thick with pride, rough enough to shatter me.
Heat shot through me, my face burning as the words sank in.
Luca pulled back just far enough to look up at me, lips glistening. “Good girl. Letting Daddy taste every drop. You’re perfect like this, angel—so sweet, so ready for us.”
Then his mouth was on me again, worshipping, devouring, every sound I made met with another groan of approval from both of them.
“Good girl… taking it so well. Can’t wait to watch you take us the same way. Every inch, angel. All of it.” Bastion’s voice rumbled low against my ear, steady even as my body shook in his arms.
The words undid me. My hips lifted against Luca’s mouth, chasing more than I could handle.
Bastion caught me instantly, his hands closing around my wrists, dragging them up and over my head before I could fight the tremor. He pulled my arms back until they hooked around his neck, locking me there against him.
“Hold on to Daddy,” he growled, his mouth brushing my ear, his grip tight. “Don’t you stop. You keep still and let him eat.”
Luca pulled back, lips wet, chest heaving. His eyes were dark, hungry, locked on mine.
“She wants to finish,” he rasped, voice breaking into something feral. “She’s drowning me for it.”
My whole body clenched at the words, heat flooding through me. Bastion’s hand stayed firm around my wrists, holding me against him, his mouth brushing my ear.
“Hear that, angel?” His voice was low, cutting straight through the noise in my head. “Even your begging is too much for him. Our good girl, so desperate she’s trying to drown us. ”
Luca’s mouth lifted, lips wet, eyes sharp on mine. “Finish for me,” His thumb pressed against my clit, coaxing me open as he lowered again. “Come in my mouth, baby. Give it to Daddy.”
My body rushed toward it, hips trembling, thighs shaking—but the peak slipped away just as quickly. I shook my head. “I—I can’t.” My voice cracked with frustration. “I can’t.”
Bastion’s lips brushed my temple. “Shh, angel. Don’t force it.” His palm flattened against my stomach, steady and grounding. “You don’t need to fight. We’ve got you.”
Luca kissed me softly, pulling back just enough to speak against me. “You’re close, I can feel it. You’re soaking for us. Don’t tell me you can’t, baby. Your body’s already begging.”
My chest rising too quickly against Bastion’s arm. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”