Page 168 of The Obedient Lie
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 themjust 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 — hechasedlike 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 wasworship,baby,” he whispered. “Now comes theruin.”
“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 breathcrackling.
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.”
