Page 86 of The Silent War

“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 you come. 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. Just come. Come for us baby.”

The tremor hit, sharp and unstoppable. My body clenched. I collapsed 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 the last 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 his lap, 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 backuntil 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’s lap 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.