Page 180 of The Silent War
Bastion groaned so deep it vibrated through my chest. Luca kissed me hard, swallowing the rest of my breath. “Ours,” he said against my mouth. “Say it better.”
“Ours—” The word broke on a sob.
“That’s my girl,” Bastion growled. He pulled out slow, the loss so sharp I gasped.
And then Luca’s hands were at my hips, steady, strong. He pulled me back onto him in one unrelenting stroke.
I clutched his shoulders, as his dick filled me.
“Breathe, angel,” Luca murmured, his mouth brushing my ear. “I’ve got you. Always.”
Behind me, Bastion’s mouth pressed to my shoulder, his teeth catching my skin. “Our wife.”
Wife. That one word. Their wife.
“Look at you,” Luca groaned, holding me down on him. “So fucking perfect, taking me so deep.”
Bastion’s hands slid around to my chest, holding me steady, his lips hot against my throat. “That’s it, baby. Take him. Show Daddy how good you are.”
“You’ll never be alone again,” Luca whispered into my ear, his thrusts slow, deliberate. “Not a second. Not a breath.”
“Every night,” Bastion rasped, kissing my temple, “every morning—you’ll wake with us inside you, around you, holding you.”
Luca groaned, his hips rolling harder. “Our girl. Our angel. The love of our fucking lives.”
My cry broke, raw and desperate.
“Good girl, being nice and loud for us,” Bastion whispered, his fingers tugging at my hair until my head tilted back against his chest. “Say it louder. Say you’re ours.”
“I’m yours,” I sobbed.
Both of them groaned, the sound crashing through me.
Bastion kissed me hard on the mouth, rough and desperate.
“Switch,” Luca groaned against my lips.
Bastion’s chest pressed to my back, his voice low, rough. “We’ll both take her until she forgets how to breathe without us.”
They moved in rhythm, swapping out, sliding in and out of me. I was theirs to share, theirs to worship.
When my legs gave out, Bastion caught me. He scooped me up in his arms, carrying me across the room.
“You want to come, baby?” he asked, his voice breaking in my ear.
“Yes, Daddy,” I clutched his shoulders.
“Whose name is going to be on your back?”
“Bastion. Luca?—”
They groaned together, the sound so raw it stole my breath.
“You’ll wear our names,” Bastion said, lowering me to the edge of the bed, gentle even as his body shook. “And you’ll love it, won’t you?”
“Yes—” The word came out as a gasp, broken and needy.
Bastion held me to his chest. As he sat down on the bed. He slid out of me.
