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 amand 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 de, 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 ce. “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 iming 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, thenid 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 hisp, 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 feltpletely undone—caught, disyed, 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 ttened 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.”


    Bastion tilted my chin, making me met his eyes. “Nothing’s wrong with you. You’re perfect. Listen to me.” His thumb stroked slow along my jaw, his tone soft. “We’ll teach you how to feel again. That’s all this is.”


    “You’re in your head baby, that’s all.” Luca’s tongue dragged over me again, firmer, more deliberate. He groaned low into my skin.


    Bastion kissed me just below my ear, slow and steady, his other hand stroking gently up and down my ribs. “You don’t have to control it, angel. You don’t have to think. Just feel. Let us do the rest.”


    My breath stuttered. “But?—”


    “No buts,” Bastion cut me off softly, his voice still low. “Do you trust us?”


    “Yes.”


    “Then do it for us.” His lips pressed to my forehead. “Be our good girl. That’s all we want.”


    Luca hummed against me, his tongue circling slow. “You hear him, baby? No pressure. Just feel my mouth. Just let me eat you the way you deserve.”


    “Focus on him,” Bastion hand still firm at my stomach. “Nothing else exists. Just Luca’s tongue. Just my voice. That’s all you need.”


    I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting the panic, trying to listen to them, instead of my thoughts.


    “Good girl,” Bastion whispered. “That’s it. Stay with us. Stay in your body.”


    Luca pulled back for air. “Such a good girl dripping over daddy’s face.”


    His tongue stroking me in a rhythm that made my thighs quake. My sob broke into the air, helpless.


    “That’s it, nice little noises.” Bastion soothed. His lips brushed my ear again. “Good girl. So beautiful when youe. Let Daddy hear you.”


    “Please,” I gasped, hips jerking helplessly. “Please?—”


    “Yes, baby. Just like that,” Luca rasped against me, pulling back for a heartbeat to breathe. His eyes met mine. “Give it to me. I want every drop.”


    Bastion’s hand went around my throat—not tight, just steady, anchoring me between his fingers. “Breathe, angel. In my hand. You’re safe. You’re ours.” His voice cracked into gravel. “Come for us. That’s my good girl.”


    The world narrowed to their voices, their mouths, their hands. Luca’s tongue pressed harder, faster.


    “Yes. That’s it. You’re perfect.”


    “So sweet. So fucking sweet for daddy.”


    “Don’t think, angel. Juste. Come for us baby.”


    The tremor hit, sharp and unstoppable. My body clenched. I copsed against Bastion’s chest, Luca groaning low into me as he kept working, licking every shiver.


    Bastion kept my legs open, stopping me from closing them. “Not yet baby, let him lick you through it. That’s my good girl.” Bastion kissed my temple.


    Luca’s mouth slowed, savoring thest tremors. He kissed me gently, before pulling back, his face glistening, his eyes wild.


    “See?” Bastion whispered, his hand stroking through my hair. “Nothing wrong with you. You just needed us.”


    My body wanted to curl in on itself, hide from how exposed I felt, but Bastion wouldn’t let me. His hand stayed firm at my stomach, holding me open on hisp, as if reminding me I was safe pinned between them.


    I tried to steady my breathing, but panic fluttered in anyway—sharp, cruel. If this was already too much, how was I supposed to take them? After so long apart, after all the years of silence?


    Bastion felt the shift instantly. His grip tightened, his lips brushed my ear. “Easy, angel. Don’t drift. You’re safe.”


    Luca’s thumb stroked the inside of my knee. His gaze stayed locked on mine, sharper but careful. “You’re in your head again,” he murmured. “Don’t be. Tonight is about teaching you. Nothing else.”


    I swallowed hard, trembling against them. “I don’t know if I can?—”


    Bastion cut me off gently, his mouth at my temple. “Shh. You don’t have to know. That’s our job.” He pressed a kiss to my hairline, his voice rough with devotion. “We’ll get you ready. One step at a time. No rush.”


    Luca knelt on the bed between my legs. His eyes dropped to me open and wet for him. He groaned low in his chest. “Look at her, Bastion. She’s already begging for more.”


    Heat flushed through me at his words. My instinct was to shake my head, to deny it, but Bastion tilted my chin back until my eyes met his. “Don’t hide from it. You’re ours. It’s supposed to feel like this.”


    “What if I can’t?—”


    “You can. Because we’ll teach you.”


    Luca slid his hand down my thigh, his touch steady, grounding. “Open for us, baby. Nice and wide. Let us show you how good it can feel to belong again.”


    My thighs parted, legs falling wider across Bastion’sp until I was spread open for both of them.


    Luca’s hand cupped me first. He let his thumb stroke slow circles, coaxing, teasing, my body twitching toward the touch.


    “There she is,” he murmured, his lips twitched up. “Good girl.”


    Then his finger slipped inside me again, steady and unhurried. Bastion groaned low against my ear at the sight, tightening his arm. “Fuck. Look at her take your fingers .”


    But this time Luca didn’t stop at one. He curled his finger, then added a second, stretching me slow. My legs shook, instinct screaming to close, but Bastion’s thighs braced me open.


    “Shh,” he soothed, stroking my neck, tilting my head so he could kiss my cheek. “It’s okay. Just two fingers. You can take that. Can’t you?”


    Luca’s jaw flexed as he watched me. “Daddy’s perfect girl. Clenching around my fingers.” His voice roughened. “We’re going to teach you. Stretch you until you’re ready for us again.”


    The words sent heat rushing straight through me.


    I should protest, say it wasn’t right. Everything in me wanted to deny the pleasure.


    Bastion kissed just below my ear. “That’s it. Let him work you open. You can take more than you think, angel. You were made for us.”


    Luca’s pace stayed slow, two fingers easing me wider, deeper. Every push felt like a test, every curl a reminder. He pulled them out almost entirely, then slid back in, groaning at how my body resisted and then gave.


    “She’s shaking for it,” he muttered, his free hand gripping my thigh. “So wet, Bastion. She’s ready.”


    I let out a broken sound, half frustration, half need. “Please?—”


    Bastion’s hand stroked my stomach, his thumb brushing circles into my skin. “You want us now, angel?”


    “Yes,” I whispered, frantic. “Please.”


    He kissed me, so slow, grounding me. “No rush, baby. We’re taking our time remember.”


    My head shook. “No, Daddy. I’m ready. I swear.”


    Luca stilled his hand inside me, his eyes on mine. “She thinks she’s ready,” he said darkly. “But this isn’t about thinking. This is about letting us show you.”


    Bastion’s lips brushed my ear. “Listen to him. He’s right. You don’t decide when you’re ready. We do. And we’ll never give you more than you can take.”


    My breath hitched. The words sank into me, heavy and certain. They weren’t leaving me to figure it out alone. They’d carry me through it.


    Luca pushed a third finger inside me. Bastion caught me, holding me in ce as I arched.


    “Breathe, angel,” he murmured, kissing my jaw. “That’s all. Just breathe.”


    “Fuck, she’s gripping me like she doesn’t want to let go,” Luca groaned, working me slow, careful. “Hear that, Bastion? She’s opening for us. Wet, and messy.”


    Bastion groaned low, his lips pressing hard to my temple. “Good girl. You’re taking us already. You can take more.”


    Luca withdrew slowly, his fingers glistening as he slipped free. He dragged the wetness across my thigh before meeting my eyes again. “One at a time,” he promised, voice low, dark. “We’ll ease you in. No panic. No pain. Just us teaching you how to be ours again.”


    Bastion nodded, his breath hot at my ear. “We’ll go slow, angel. I’ll hold you through it. Every inch, every sound, every tear. You’ll take us the way you were meant to.”


    My chest heaved, the panic loosening into something else—trust, heavy and terrifying.


    Luca leaned closer, his lips brushing my knee. “We’ll ruin you slow. Worship you filthy. By the time we’re done, you won’t remember what it felt like to doubt.”


    Bastion tilted my face toward his and kissed me deep, anchoring me.


    He eased my wrists down from around his neck and kept my hands in his, bringing them to rest over his heart.


    Luca rose between my knees, “Eyes on me.”


    I found him and couldn’t look away.


    He guided his dick against me. My breath stopped. Bastion’s hand against my throat, his voice rough and low. “Breathe, angel. In my hand. That’s it.”


    The first inch slid in and my body tightened instinctively, a sharp inhale rattling in my chest. Luca stopped. He didn’t push. He simply waited, eyes steady, hand spreading against my hip.


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    Bastion kissed beneath my ear. “Good girl. Let him in. Just like that.”


    I let the breath out, shaking, and the tightness softened. Luca stroked my thigh, then pressed the smallest bit deeper. My eyes blurred. Bastion held me upright in hisp, wide open.


    “More?” Luca asked, and even the question sounded like worship.


    “Yes,” I whispered, “Please.”


    He smirked, “Such good manners, asking for daddy’s dick.” He moved in another inch—slow, reverent—and groaned like it undid him.


    Bastion’s mouth against my ear “That’s my good girl. So fucking perfect.”


    The stretch ached, then shifted into something hot and low, the kind of heat that made my toes curl. He pushed more and then a bit more. Luca’s jaw flexed, his restraint dropping. He was shaking, but he didn’t hurry me.


    “I’m pushing fully in now, nice and deep for you, baby,” he said softly. “Tell me if it’s too much.”


    I nodded, breathless, and he eased in.


    My fingers clutched at Bastion’s arms.


    Bastion’s hand slid to my chest, steadying me against the tremble, his other palm cupping my jaw until I looked up at him.


    His eyes were dark. “No rush. Just feel.”


    I did. The fullness, the warmth, the rightness of it. Luca didn’t move; he waited until my breathing evened, until the tension in my thighs softened beneath his hands.


    “Move,” I whispered.


    His mouth curved—hungry and gentle. He drew back an inch, then slid in again, careful. My lips parted. The drag was almost unbearable in its sweetness.


    “Again,” I said, stronger.


    He did, and the small ache became heat. Bastion’s lips touched my temple, a rhythm of praise with every thrust Luca gave me. “Good girl. That’s it. Taking him so well… made for this.”


    Luca’s hands tightened at my hips, pushing just deep enough to make my breath catch, pulling just far enough to make my body chase. He groaned each time I clenched around him.


    “You feel it?” he asked, voice splintering. “How you fit me?”


    “Yes.” My head tipped back against Bastion’s shoulder. “Luca?—”


    He bit off a curse and pressed a kiss to my knee without stopping. “Say my name again.”


    “Luca.”


    Bastion’s mouth brushed my ear. “Again, angel.”


    “Luca.” My voice shook. “My Luca.”


    Luca’s thrusts were steady, deep. Pleasure rushing through me, and my legs tightened around his waist.


    “Easy,” Bastion coaxed, his hand stroking down my stomach. “Let him set it.”


    “I can take more,” I breathed.


    Luca paused, his eyes were ssy with restraint.


    Bastion brushed my hair from my cheek. “Give her a little. She’s asking.”


    The next roll of his hips, his dick going deeper, and I cried out—surprised, overwhelmed.


    “Good girl. Breathe.” Bastion caught the sound with a kiss at my cheek, grounding me. “That’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us.”


    He dragged another trembling sound from me, then another, and his gaze burned with reverence as if every sound was holy.


    “Tell me how it feels,” he said


    “Full. Deep. Like—like I’m supposed to.”


    Bastion forehead pressing to my temple. “Ours.”


    “Ours,” Luca echoed.


    I felt it building. Luca must have felt it too, because his hands softened, his mouth dropped to my knee again, his thrusts staying slow, measured, coaxing rather than chasing.


    “Don’t run from it,” he said, low. “Let ite to you.”


    “Listen to me,” Bastion whispered. “Just feel.”


    I did. The heat climbed. Luca’s control held. I shattered — quieter this time, softer, my body clutching around him as the wave rolled through.


    Luca eased out of me with care and lifted me off Bastion’sp. I felt weightless as he turned around me, then lowered me until I straddled Bastion where he sat braced against the headboard.


    “Your turn,” Luca said, and the way he said it sounded like trust.


    Bastion’s hands framed my face, thumb at the corner of my mouth. He looked wrecked and gentle at once. “You set the pace,” he said.


    I nodded. I took him in my hand, guided him to me, and sank down slowly. He swore under his breath, the sound torn and reverent, his fingers digging into my hips as if he didn’t trust his own restraint. The stretch came but I was ready for it, and Bastion’s eyes, God, the way he watched me.


    “Stop me if?—”


    “I won’t need to,” he said, voice wrecked. “You’re perfect.”


    I set the rhythm. Small at first, careful. Bastion groaned helplessly every time I found a depth that made both of us gasp. Luca stood near the foot of the bed, watching.


    “It isn’t fair,” breathless and a little drunk on the heat. “I could— I could take you in my mouth.” I looked at Luca, heat racing to my face. “I could?—”


    “No,” Luca said softly, his knuckles running down my back. “Not tonight.”


    Bastion’s hands slid to my waist, steadying my pace without stealing it. “This is for you,” he said, catching my eyes. “Just you. Watching you is everything.”


    My throat closed around the ache of it. I rocked a little deeper and Bastion’s head tipped back, a rough sound escaping him. “Good girl,” his voice broke a little, “Take what you want.”


    I did. I moved the way my body asked, slow, then slower, circling down until heat rushed through me. Every time it felt like too much, Bastion’s voice caught me; every time I faltered, Luca’s quiet, praise steadied my hands on Bastion’s chest.


    Bastion’s hands trembled where they held me. He was fighting not to take control, fighting himself for me.


    “You can,” my hands moving to his shoulders. “You can move me.”


    His eyes shot to mine, ruined and hopeful. “You sure?”


    “Yes.”


    He groaned, a sound low, then his grip shifted. Strong hands locked at my waist, and before I could gasp, he flipped onto the bed. His weight pressed me down, not crushing but grounding, like he needed me pinned where he could see every inch.


    “Good girl,” he murmured, his lips brushing my jaw. “Letting Daddy take care of you.”


    His hands smoothed down my sides, tracing every curve like he had to relearn me. He opened my thighs wider with his palms, coaxing me apart.


    “Stay open for me,” he whispered, voice thick. “That’s it. Let me see you.”


    My breath catching as he filled me inch by inch. Bastion kissed my cheek, my neck, his praise warm against my skin. “That’s my girl.“


    My legs tightening around his hips. He pressed deeper, groaning as my body clutched at him. “Fuck… baby. You’re taking me so well. ”


    His pace stayed steady at first, every stroke deep but controlled. His eyes drank me in, reverent and wrecked. His hand cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone.


    “Look at me. That’s it… don’t hide. I want to see every sound you make for me.”


    Each movement driving me closer.


    My back arched. The rhythm grew rougher, until my whole body trembled beneath him.


    “I love you,” he whispered against my mouth.“I missed you baby. Every fucking day.”


    I kissed him back, tears stinging my eyes. His lips brushed down my jaw, my neck, desperate and gentle, marking me with softness.


    When he finally pulled free, he didn’t let me go. Bastion slid his arms beneath me and lifted me off the bed, carrying me against his chest.


    “Mine,” he murmured, kissing my hair. “Always.”


    And as he carried me through open door, I heard the shower running—Luca waiting.


    Lucas had his arms open, as Bastion ced me into him like an offering, and Luca caught me instantly, his arms wrapped around me.


    The hot water rushing down him before me.


    I tucked my head instinctively under his throat. He kissed the top of my head, my temple. “Easy, angel,” he murmured against my hair. “Daddy’s got you.”


    His hands smoothed down my back, memorizing me. Every inch he touched felt branded, permanent. He pressed another kiss beneath my ear, reverent. “Missed you. Missed the weight of you here. You don’t even know what you do to me.”


    “You feel like home,” I whispered before I could stop myself.


    His breath caught. He pulled me tighter. “Say it again.”


    “You feel like home.”


    He groaned, rough like my words were enough to undo him. His mouth found mine then, unhurried but consuming. He kissed me like he was starving—like he needed to own every part of me he’d been denied.


    When he finally pulled back, his lips brushed my ear. “Tonight’s not about taking. It’s about giving you back what we stole. Slow. Gentle. You’ll only remember worship.”


    He turned me carefully until my palms pressed against the tiles, the water running over my shoulders. His chest then pushed against my back, his breath hot at my neck. One arm wrapped across my stomach, the other spreading my hip.


    “I’ll go slow,” he promised. “You’ll tell me if it’s too much.”


    “Yes,” I whispered.


    He guided himself to me, pressing carefully until his dick slid in me. His mouth pressed to my shoulder, grounding me. “That’s it, baby. Just me. Just us. Safe.”


    He eased deeper, groaning low as I opened for him. “Still so tight,” he rasped. “Like the first time, every time. My perfect girl.”


    I whimpered, hips shifting against him. His hand mped my hip tighter. “Slow,” he whispered. “I want to feel every second of this.”


    And he did. Each stroke was deliberate, reverent, his hips dragging against me in a pace that was worship disguised as possession. The water hit the tile, masking our noises, but his groans broke through.


    “That’s my good girl. Look how perfect you…take Daddy’s cock.“


    The words wrecked me. My legs shook, my forehead pressed against the tile. He didn’t let me slip. His arm across me tighter, hand spread over my ribs, holding me against him.


    You don’t stand on your own when you’ve got us,” he murmured. “I’ve got you. Always.”


    His pace built gradually, still controlled, still coaxing, but deeper now, sharper. I gasped, my body arching back against him. He kissed my shoulder.


    “That’s it. Give it to me. Show me you’re still ours.”


    “I am,” I choked. “I’m yours.”


    He groaned like the words gutted him. His hips pushed harder.


    I cried out, clenching tight around him. Luca groaned, grinding deep as my release pulsed around him. “Fuck, baby—yes. Hold me. Don’t let go.”


    Another thrust and he came inside me, groaning into my shoulder, his whole body pressed against mine. He stayed there, buried, kissing my neck “Mine,” he breathed. “My angel. My love. Never again without you.”


    His breath slowed, his arm still locked across me like he couldn’t let go. I dropped into him, trembling, but safe in the cage of his body.


    The ss door slid. Bastion walked in.


    Luca finally pulled out, turning me gently in his arms. He pressed ast kiss to my forehead before handing me back—like I was something precious—into his brother’s waiting hold.


    He caught me against him and grinned, wicked and soft all at once. “She’s too sweet to stop now.”


    “It will help her sleep tonight,” Luca said, voice still rough. “One more time.”


    They grinned together, like a secret they’d already decided.


    Before I could answer, Bastion pressed me to the tile, lifting one of my legs higher with his hand. “Open for Daddy.” His voice was low, gravelled. “Let me in, angel.”


    I gasped as he pushed forward, thick and hot, filling me again. The stretch stung, but his hand stroked my stomach, soothing, while his other cradled my jaw. He kissed me hard as he slid all the way in, swallowing my whimper.


    “Good girl,” he murmured against my mouth. “Taking me right after him. So perfect for your daddies.”


    I trembled, thighs shaking. He held me steady, one hand locking around my thigh, opening me wider. His pace was slow at first, grinding deep, groaning into my neck each time I clenched around him.


    “Look at you,” he whispered. “Taking me so fucking deep.”


    “Bastion—”


    His mouth brushed my ear. “Shh. Just feel, angel. Be our good girl. Daddy’s got you.”


    The words melted me, my body trembling against the tile as his hips rolled deeper, slower, forcing me to take every inch. My knees buckled, but his arm locked under my thigh, holding me open and steady for him.


    “That’s it, baby. Good girl. Let him stretch you. Look how sweet you are for Daddy.” Luca’s breath grew ragged. When I managed to look over, he was stroking himself, slow and deliberate, eyes locked me open under the water. His jaw was clenched, his body taut with restraint.


    Heat flooded me. The shame, the reverence, the devotion in their words tangled until I couldn’t breathe.


    “You see what you do to us?” Luca asked, voice hoarse. “Haven’t even touched me yet and I’m already shaking.”


    My lips parted, my throat tight. “You can?—”


    “Not yet,” he cut in, voice fierce. “This is your night. We’ll worship you first.”


    Bastion groaned deep, hips pushed forward harder, his forehead pressed to my temple. “Fuck, angel. You feel too good. I could stay inside you forever.”


    “Twice each,” Luca’s voice dropped lower, his hand closing firmer around himself. “That’s all it’ll take to help her sleep tonight.”


    Bastion chuckled against my ear, the sound rough. “She’ll beg for more.”


    They grinned at each other over my body, and the thought made my stomach clench, my walls tightening around Bastion. He groaned, his thrusts stuttering. “Hear that? She likes it. Our angel’s dripping because we’re nning how to take care of her.”


    I gasped, voice breaking. “How… how are you so—” The words tangled, my face burning. “So hard, so ready?”


    They both went still. Bastion’s thrusts slowed, Luca’s fist froze around himself. For a moment, all I could hear was the water.


    Then Bastion’s lips brushed my ear. “Because we haven’t touched anyone else.”


    Luca’s voice followed. “Three years, Emilia. Three fucking years. You’re the only one we’ve ever needed.”


    My chest tightened painfully. “Don’t—don’t lie to me. Please.”


    Luca caught my face in his free hand, tilting me until I was forced to meet his eyes. They were wild. “Does it look like we’re lying?”


    I swallowed hard, unable to speak, because no—it didn’t. His truth burned so fierce I could barely hold it.


    Bastion groaned into my neck, thrusting harder now, desperate. “Ours. You’ve always been ours. We weren’t made for anyone else. Just you.”


    Luca pressed his forehead to mine. “We starved without you. We lived off the memory of you. No one else, angel. Never.”


    The words wrecked me. My body clutching around Bastion as if to prove them right.


    “Good girl,” Bastion whispered fiercely. “That’s it. Take me. Take us.”


    Bastion groaned, grinding deep as I shattered, my release pulsing around him. He cursed low, his rhythm breaking as he finished, spilling inside me.


    But he didn’t let go. He stayed buried, his arms locked around me, his lips dragging over my face. “Mine. Always ours. I’ll never stop loving you.”


    Luca’s hand closed around my waist, easing me forward. Bastion kissed me onest time, then slowly pulled out, groaning as he did.


    “Turn,” Luca ordered softly. His hands guided me, lifting me into his arms. My legs wrapped around him instinctively. He pressed me to the tile, lined himself up, and slid into me with one sure stroke.


    “Fuck,” Luca groaned, burying himself deep. “She’s still clenching from you brother. Our angel, is going to kill us.”


    Bastion’s hand stroked my hair back, his lips brushing my temple. “Good girl. Take him too. Show us how perfect you are.”


    Luca’s thrusts were slow at first, deliberate, his forehead pressed to mine. His voice dropped into a hoarse whisper. “Three years, and I dreamed of this every night. Not just the way you feel, but the way you look at me. Like I was still yours.”


    “You are,” I gasped. “You both are.”


    Bastion groaned, his hand closing around my throat—not tight, just grounding. “Say it again.”


    “You’re mine.” My voice broke. “You’re both mine.”


    Luca cursed, thrusting harder, his control fraying. “Good girl. Say our names while I fuck you.”


    “Luca,” I sobbed. “Bastion.”


    My body broke again, tighter, louder, sobbing into Luca’s mouth as he swallowed my cries. He groaned deep, hips grinding, and spilled inside me, holding me tight as if he’d never let me go.


    When he pulled back, Bastion was already there, lifting me between them. My body dropped but they held me up together—one arm each, hands steady.


    “Twice each,” Luca said, voice raw.


    Bastion grinned against my temple. “She can take it.”


    “I can,” I whispered. “Please—don’t stop.”


    They traded me then, seamless. Bastion pushed into me again while Luca held my face.


    Bastion groaned, grinding deep. “Good girl, letting Daddy fuck you while he watches. Look at her, Luca—she’s ours.”


    Luca stroked my cheek. “Only ours. Always.”


    “Good girl,” Bastion hand held me tighter.


    “Such a good fucking girl for us.” Luca groaned softly, his hand brushing down my stomach.


    My lips parted, a weak sound slipping out as I melted against them. “Mmm…” I couldn’t form words, only leaned heavier into Bastion’s chest, my body boneless.


    His arms tightened around me, anchoring me against him. “You tired, baby?”


    “Yes,” I whispered, my eyes fluttered shut.


    Luca kissed the side of my face. “You did such a good job for us, baby. It was a lot, wasn’t it? But you still took it.”


    Bastion’s lips brushed my ear. “We really are so fucking proud of you. For taking both your daddies like this”


    Tears stung my eyes. I nodded faintly.


    “Love you, angel,” Luca whispered, kissing the corner of my mouth.


    “So fucking much, baby. Always.” Bastion added my neck.


    Luca caught my face, forcing me to look at him even as tears streaked my cheeks. “One more time, baby. Then you’ll sleep.”


    Bastion kissed my ear, whispering. “You can do it. Just once more. You’re such a good girl for us. Can youe one more time for your daddies? Drip down our cocks for us baby?”


    Thest thing I felt was their mouths on me, their voices wrapped around me .


    My body gave out atst, and the way they kissed me, praised me. It broke me in a way I’d forgotten was possible.