Page 181 of The Silent War

Before I could catch my breath, Luca dropped to his knees at the end of the bed, his mouth sealing over me.

I cried out, my back arching.

“No,” Bastion said from behind me. His hand caught mine, anchoring me. “Don’t come yet.”

“You’ll wait,” Luca murmured between licks, his voice hot against me. “You’ll be good for Daddy, won’t you?”

I nodded desperately, my thighs trembling around his head.

“Such a good girl,” Bastion murmured, stroking my hair back. “Surrendering for us.”

“So obedient for her Daddies,” Luca said, pulling back just long enough to kiss my thigh before dragging his mouth against me again.

“Say it again,” Bastion urged, his eyes burning into mine.

“My—” My voice broke on a sob. “My Daddies.”

They groaned, both of them, the sound vibrating through me.

Luca pulled back, his lips wet. “Whose name will be tattooed on my back, angel?”

“My name.”

“Say it,” Luca demanded, his eyes dark, pulling away.

“Emilia Crow,”

Bastion kissed my throat. “That’s our girl. Our good fucking girl.”

My cry broke, my body arching, only for Luca’s mouth pressed kisses along my thighs .

“No shush, breathe,” he coaxed, his voice breaking. “Not yet, baby. Not yet.”

Bastion’s hands pinned me open. He held my thighs wide,his grip firm and unyielding, keeping me stretched for his twin.

Luca knelt between my legs, his eyes locked on mine before his mouth sealed over me, slow and devastating. My head falling back, but Bastion’s hand caught my chin, forcing me to meet Luca’s gaze.

“Such a good girl watching daddy suck your clit.” Bastion’s mouth brushed my ear.

Luca groaned into me, his tongue circling, then pulled back just enough to murmur, “Every morning you’ll wake up between us, baby. Our hands on you before the sun is even up.”

My legs clenched.

“Taking our cocks before the day starts,” Luca went on, grinning as he stroked my clit. His eyes burned into mine. “You’ll love that, won’t you?”

“Yes—”

“You’ve got no idea how far we went to keep you ours,” Bastion rasped, his grip tightening on my thighs.

“And how far we’ll go to keep you ours,” Luca said, his voice hoarse as he pressed his mouth back to me, licking harder, deeper. “Thirty days, and you’ll be our wife.”

“Fucking finally,” Bastion muttered, his teeth grazing my shoulder.

“No one can take you from us again,” Luca vowed, between strokes of his tongue.

“Say yes,” Bastion urged, his breath hot against my temple. “Say we’re enough, baby. Say you choose us as much as we’ll always choose you.”

My hands shook as one slid up, catching Bastion’s neck, the other reaching for Luca’s cheek where it pressed into my thigh. “The first choice I ever made was you two.”