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 hespread 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.
