The party didn’t end. It just shifted. sses refilled. Voices got louder.


    And she was gone from us. Pulled away by dynasty daughters with painted smiles and questions they didn’t care about the answers to.


    Luca caught my eye across the bar. One look was enough. We weren’t letting the night end with her stolen from us.


    We found her between the bar and the deck doors, caught in that narrow stretch. She’d just set her ss down, polite smile still on her mouth, when we closed in.


    I blocked the exit with my body. Luca cut off her retreat the other way.


    Her eyes flicked between us. “What are you two doing?”


    “Taking you swimming,” I said.


    “At night?” she asked, halfughing. “In that pool you built to show off?”


    “Yes,” Luca said t. No room for negotiation in his tone.


    Herugh softened, but she shook her head anyway. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”


    I leaned closer. “We don’t get to decide?”


    She met my eyes like she would say no to us.


    Luca’s mouth curved, sharp. “Then decide with us.”


    Her lips parted.


    God, I was high just being this close to her.


    She rxed before she even realized she had, shoulders easing, that perfect mask slipping just enough for us to see the real girl underneath. The one who teased. Whoughed without asking permission.


    Luca noticed it too. I could see it in the way his hand hovered, like he wanted to anchor her back where she belonged—between us.


    And maybe she felt it, because she whispered, softer this time: “If anyone sees?—”


    “They won’t. We’ll make sure of it.”


    She looked at both of us, ready to argue.


    Luca leaned in, his voice low enough no one else could hear. “Come with us, angel.”


    Her eyes flicked to me, like she needed a second opinion.


    “We’re not asking twice.” I was already tempted to just throw her over my shoulder and take her upstairs.


    Her breath stuttered, but then she nodded. Tiny. Almost nothing. But enough.


    We moved.


    Luca at her side, my hand at her back, guiding her through the corridor and up the side stairs where no guests wandered. She let us lead, and I was proud of her.


    The pool glowed above. The water warm and waiting. No one there. We’d made sure of it.


    She stopped at the edge, eyes wide, ncing back at theughter and music from below. “This is insane.”


    “Good,” I said. “Better than polite.”


    Luca’s jacket was off first, tossed to a chair. He undid his cufflinks like he had all the time in the world. “Dresses off.”


    She gasped, half augh, half warning. “Luca?—”


    I stepped closer. “You wore a bikini under it. You knew what you were doing.”


    Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t deny it.


    “Be a good girl,” Luca murmured. “Let us see you.”


    Her hands lifted slow, gathering the straps. Fabric slid down, dropping to the ground. White bikini left, thin straps.


    I exhaled rough. Couldn’t help it.


    “Our angel,” I said under my breath. “Look at you.”


    She shifted like she wanted to cover herself, but I caught her wrist. “Don’t.”


    Her eyes flicked up.


    “You’re perfect like this. Don’t hide.”


    She stilled. Then nodded, letting me hold her hand down.


    Luca was already in the pool. “Come here, sweetheart.”


    She hesitated. I leaned in, mouth brushing her temple. “Jump. We’ll catch you.”


    She smiled, then stepped in, water over her shoulders. Luca’s hands slid to her waist immediately, grounding her. I followed.


    Her hair floated around her. Luca pressed closer, mouth to her ear. “Good girl. Always listening.”


    I bracketed her from behind, chest against her back, my hands on her thighs. “Baby, you were made for our hands.”


    She leaned back into me, head tipping against my shoulder, eyes fluttering shut when Luca kissed her jaw.


    Her hands floated up, fingers brushing both of us.


    The party below kept roaring. None of them knew their queen was up here, between the only two men who’d ruin any of them if she asked.


    Her body went weightless in the water, and still I felt every line of her. My chest against her back, Luca’s hands braced at her waist.


    “Angel,” he whispered, lips brushing her jaw. “Let us taste you.”


    Her head turned before she kissed him first, soft. The kiss deepened instantly—Luca’s hand sliding up her spine, holding her like she was fragile and ours.


    I pressed my mouth to her shoulder. “Good girl, baby.” I couldn’t stop myself, the fact she was giving in. It meant everything. I kissed up, slow, until her throat arched, and then I caught her mouth when she turned back.


    Her lips were warm, and fuck—I’d forgotten how quiet the world got when she kissed us back.


    She had one hand on Luca’s shoulder, nails dragging lightly. Her other hand on my chest.


    She broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “You’ve changed these.”


    I looked down. Her fingers traced the new tattoos on my chest, that weaved into the older work.


    “When?” she asked softly, as if it bothered her she didn’t know.


    “Last year.”


    She dragged her nail over a scar, pale against ck tattoos. “And this?”


    “Enforcement,” I muttered. “Southside.”


    Her mouth tightened, then softened again. She kissed the mark, right there. My throat burned. Her hand left me, slid across to Luca. She traced the tattoos across his chest, his throat. Only to stop on the pale line that ran over his ribs, jagged and deep.


    The one that caused a night of madness. It still made my blood rush hot. Luca wasn’t just my brother. One soul, two bodies. The bastards died slowly for it.


    “This one?” she asked him.


    Luca caught her hand mid-trace, pressed her palm t over it. “Doesn’t matter. I survived it.”


    She shook her head. “It matters to me.”


    Christ. I couldn’t breathe.


    Her touch lingered, moving between us, mapping everything we’d carved and everything that had carved us.


    “I don’t…” Her voice dropped. “I don’t like people hurting you.”


    “We don’t take hurt, angel. We give it.” I gently traced her back, trying to ease the concern from her face.


    That earned a small smile from her. “And that’s what I never liked about your dynasty.”


    My brows pulled. “What part?”


    She looked between us. “Most heirs… they inherit. Money. Status. Titles. But you…” Her thumb traced another scar, gentler this time. “…you inherit the violence as well.”


    Her hand stayed there. On Luca’s chest. Then it drifted back to me, sliding over the lines of ck ink that covered my ribs, pausing on another scar.


    “You carry it everywhere,” she whispered.


    She wasn’t wrong, but still, I hated seeing it in her eyes. As if our pain hurt her.


    “It’s only fair,” I said.


    Her brows knit. “What is?”


    “Our turn.”


    I trailed my hand down her spine, fingers spreading wide. I mapped her the way she had mapped us.


    Luca mirrored me. His fingertips brushed the other side of her back, moving lower, deliberate, until she was caught between us.


    “I don’t…” she breathed, barely above water. “I don’t have tattoos. Or scars.”


    “Not yet,” Luca said.


    She turned her face to him, startled, lips parting.


    My hand ttened against the small of her back. His did too. Both of us tracing the same path, meeting in the middle.


    Her breath caught. Her eyes flicked between us.


    We both knew what we were thinking. The same picture. The same vow.


    Ink across her back. Our names tattooed into her skin. Crow Dynastyw, a bond that never breaks.


    She didn’t wear it yet. But we saw it already.


    She closed her eyes slightly, as if enjoying our touch. “The party’s almost over.”


    Luca didn’t even nce toward the decks below. “What party?”


    I smirked against her shoulder. “Didn’t notice one.”


    She exhaled, half augh, half a protest. “You two can’t just pretend it doesn’t exist.”


    “We can,” Luca said, sliding his hand lower over her back, thumb brushing just above the line of her bikini.


    “Already did,” I muttered, my palm spreading at her hip under the water.


    Her body stiffened, then softened—like she wanted to push us away and lean in at the same time. “You’re impossible.”


    “Mm…our girl,” I murmured, lips brushing her ear. “Ours, even when you try to run polite.”


    Luca angled her chin, stole another kiss, slow.


    I slipped my hand lower, sliding beneath the thin band at her hip. “Good girl,” I whispered. “Always letting us in.”


    She gasped, head tipping back against my shoulder. “Bastion?—”


    “Say stop,” I breathed against her throat. “Or let me keep touching.”


    Her answer was silence, broken by the way her thighs parted under the water.


    Luca’s hand followed mine, slipping under her other hip. His palm curved against the top of her thigh, thumb tracing just beneath the bikini edge. “Angel,” he whispered, “you’re too perfect like this.”


    Her eyes fluttered shut, but her words came shaky. “Someone… someone could see?—”


    “No one’s here,” I said, nipping her ear. “Only us. Only yours.”


    She whimpered, and the sound tore something in me open.


    “Our angel,” Luca praised, kissing the corner of her mouth between words. “Still blushing like it’s the first time.”


    I slid my fingers over her hipbone, dipping lower until I brushed her clit.


    “Good girl,” I groaned. “Letting Daddy in.”


    Her nails scraped against Luca’s chest, gripping like she needed the anchor. “I shouldn’t?—”


    “Shouldn’t what?” Luca kissed her throat. “Shouldn’t want us? Shouldn’t let yourself be ours?” He kissed her harder. “Baby, you were made for this.”


    I pushed a finger inside her, slow, coaxing. “Made for us,” I echoed.


    Her lips parted on a moan, and she tried to smother it, but Luca caught it with his mouth, swallowing every sound.


    She trembled, caught between us, between protest and surrender.


    I moved my hand with excruciating patience. Fuck. We had to go slow. But the way she arched back into me made it near impossible.


    Luca broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her cheek, “Be a good girl and let us have you. Here. Now. Let the whole ocean know you’re ours.”


    Her body trembled between us, her head caught between Luca’s mouth and my shoulder.


    I worked my fingers slow. Not taking. Worshipping. Then she clenched around me, every shift of her hips breaking me open further.


    “Such a good girl,” I whispered against her ear. “Always so good for us.”


    She moaned, muffled against Luca’s lips, hands clutching his chest like she’d fall without him.


    “Angel,” Luca murmured, “look at me.”


    Her eyes flicked open. He held her there, his thumb brushing her cheek as he kissed her soft, then rougher, devouring every gasp I pulled from her with my hand.


    “That’s it,” he coaxed. “That’s our girl, being nice and loud.”


    I curled my fingers just right, dragging across the spot that made her break. Her thighs tightening around my wrist.


    “Breathe, baby,” I muttered, kissing her temple. “Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s going to take his time.”


    “Bastion—”


    “Shh,” I soothed, never stopping. “Don’t hide it. Give it to us.” I kissed her shoulder. “Moan,” then I kissed her throat, “Whimper for us.”


    Luca caught her lower lip between his teeth, groaning against her mouth. “Fuck, you’re beautiful. Are you clenching on Daddy’s fingers?”


    Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving marks.


    “He asked a question, baby. Answer him or Daddy’s fingers will stop.”


    She opened her eyes. “Yes, I’m—” She gasped.


    “You’re enjoying it, baby, mm?” Luca cupped her face. “Want Daddy to get his own answers, so you keep whimpering?”


    She nodded.


    “Good girl,” I praised, voice ragged now. “Such a good girl, letting us ruin you like this.”


    Luca’s fingers joined mine.


    She tried to fight it, tried to hold the sound in, but I felt her give in.


    “Fuck. You’re about toe, aren’t you, baby?” My hand tightened on her stomach.


    She started clenching hard around my fingers. We kept giving her exactly what she needed, until she shook in both our arms.


    Luca swallowed her cry with a kiss, his other hand steady at her jaw. “Ours,” he whispered against her lips. “Every sound. Every breath. Ours.”


    I slowed my hand, easing her down, murmuring into her wet hair. “That’s it, baby. That’s our good girl. So fucking beautiful when youe for us.”


    Her head dropped against my shoulder, chest rising fast between us.


    Sheughed once, broken, soft. “God. You two?—”


    “Not God,” I cut in, brushing her cheek with my knuckles. “Just yours.”


    She dropped between us, her head tucked on my shoulder, chest still rising too fast. The water carried her weight, but we didn’t let it. We held her.


    My hand slid from her hips up her spine, palm t, steady. “Easy, baby. We’ve got you.”


    Herugh came small, shaky. “I… can’t feel my legs.”


    She moved slightly, only to lean on Luca. Between us where she belonged.


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    “Angel,” Luca whispered, kissing her temple. “You’re safe. Breathe for us.”


    She did. Slow, soft. Each inhale steadier than thest, her body melting into ours.


    I kissed the curve of her shoulder, teeth barely grazing.


    Her fingers drifted weakly, tracing Luca’s jaw, then brushing my chest like she needed proof we were real. “You two…” Her voice broke, softer. “You always know how to undo me.”


    Luca smiled against her skin, small and rare. “That’s the point, sweetheart.”


    We stayed like that. Her breathing settling. My arms braced under her thighs, his hand cupping the back of her neck.


    “You’re ours,” I whispered. She had no idea how much we meant it. “Every breath. Every heartbeat.”


    She closed her eyes, lips curving faint. “Yours.”


    And fuck. I could’ve drowned happy right there