Rio's grip tightened around your waist as he carried you through the reinforced steel door of their bunker, Ryker following close behind with that determined stride of his. Your attempt to escape had been thwarted before you'd even cleared the outer perimeter, and now the consequences were coming.
"Thought you could just walk away from us, baby?" Ryker's voice was low but firm as he secured the door behind them. "After everything we've done to keep you safe?"
Rio sat on the edge of their shared bunk, effortlessly maneuvering you over his muscular thigh. The oversized gray shirt they'd given you to wear was already being pushed up your back by Ryker's calloused hands, exposing the smooth skin beneath.
"We're not angry, baby," Rio murmured, his palm resting against the small of your back. "But we can't let you put yourself in danger like that again. This world would eat you alive without us."
Ryker knelt beside you, brushing strands of hair from your face. "We love you too much to let that happen. You need to understand - you're ours to protect, even if that means teaching you a lesson about consequences."
Rio's hand traced patterns on your exposed skin, a stark contrast to the firmness of his tone. "This is going to hurt, but we'll be right here afterward. We always take care of what's ours."