Page 103 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
“Keep going.” Brennan’s voice is strained.
God.The power.
“Show us how you climax.”
The music builds, the bass thumping in my veins, and I’m lost in it, swaying, touching, chasing the relief they’d briefly given me in the car.
I stroke my clit in tight circles, and I imagine their cocks—Dorian’s relentless, Brennan thick and steady—filling me, claiming me.
The thought pushes me higher, but it’s not enough. I’m starving for them, for the stretch and heat my fingers can’t give. Still, I’m close, so close. My thighs are trembling, and my breath is ragged.
I meet my own eyes in the mirror, and I see strength there, not shame. I’m dancing for them, but more, forme.
And it’s fucking liberating.
My climax hits like a wave, shattering me. Frantic, I cry out, my hips bucking, fingers slipping as I ride the pulses.
My reflection is collared and radiant, and I’m not the same person who walked down the aisle to them.
Panting, I slump slightly, my hand falling away, but the ache remains, a hollow need for them inside me. I turn to Dorian, then Brennan, my voice raw. “Please…I need you.”
“Not yet, little one.” Dorian’s smile is slow, wicked, as he leans back, unmoving. “Want to know what else we expect from you?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Isla
After everything, he’s still denying me? What kind of sadist is he?
“You’re learning to be free, but you’re not there yet.” He flicks his gaze to Brennan who nods, his expression tight with restrained hunger.
They remain where they are, watching me like I’m a masterpiece they’re not done sculpting. The music loops, a relentless reminder of what I’ve just done, and I’m left standing, exposed, craving, but stronger than I’ve ever felt. I’ve crossed a line tonight, and there’s no going back.
The music’s echo lingers as a faint pulse beneath my ragged breaths. My body’s still trembling from exertion.
My climax has left me strangely starving. And my collar… The silver vines seem to belong where they are.
No longer caring that I’m naked, I pull my shoulders back, letting my men look their fill.
Dorian’s steel-gray eyes are sharp with intent, while Brennan’s icy blue depths are unyielding.
Beneath their gazes, I feel like a live wire. “Tell me.”
My pussy is slick, and I need their cocks, their heat, theireverything.
The way they’re watching me says they know it.
Brennan takes a couple of steps toward me. “You showed us your fire, Isla. Now you’re going to show us exactly what you want.”
Confused, I frown.
Then he nods at Dorian, who is now leaning against the bedpost, one brow arched. “You’re going to tell him where to touch you and give him specific directions. If you hold back, I’ll tie your hands and blindfold you and make your decisions for you.”
I swallow my shock and desire floods me.
I’m supposed to tell Dorian what to do?
The idea is insane, thrilling, terrifying. He’s all control, all dominance—how can I possibly commandhim?
