Page 104 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
But I know neither of them will let me off the hook. They’re pushing me and my limits, showing me parts of myself that I never knew existed.
The confidence I’d been feeling begins to waver. My cheeks burn as I imagine saying it—touch my clit, kiss my breasts—while they watch.
Once more, Giselle’s voice whispers in my mind.“Get out of your own way.”
What else might I discover if I take a chance?
Blowing out a small, nervous breath, I finally whisper, “Okay.” I meet Dorian’s eyes. “I want you over here.”
His eyes darken, and he shrugs out of his suitcoat and tosses it over the edge of the bed.
He comes to me, standing close enough that his scent—power and hunger—wrap around me.
His fingers hover near my hips, and expectancy crackles in the air around us.
“He’s waiting.” Brennan settles into the armchair Dorian vacated, his hands resting on his thighs, fingers twitching like he’s fighting to stay still. “Be very specific, Isla.”
My heart pounds, but I force the words out, small at first. “Touch my breasts.”
Dorian moves his hands and cups me gently.
“More.”
He brushes my nipples with his thumbs. I gasp because the sensation is so different after my own, much rougher pinches.
My thoughts seem to scatter, leaving only desire. “Harder. Squeeze them.”
He does as I ask, and he rolls my nipples between his fingers. I moan as my insides clench.
“You’re doing well.” Brennan’s voice is rougher now. “If you have any hope of coming tonight, you’ll have to be direct.”
After only a slight hesitation, I say, “My clit needs some attention.” Until right now, I’m not sure I’ve ever said that word aloud.
Dorian eases his hand down, and his fingers graze my folds. Shuddering, I spread my legs to give him access.
Slowly he circles my clit, teasing, exactly as I wanted in the SUV but never got. “That’s good, but faster.”
This taste of power is heady, and I love it.
He obeys, his touch precise, electric.
Without the same kind of hesitation that I had in the SUV, I rock my hips, chasing the pressure. For the first time, I feel powerful, like I’m pullinghimunder for a change.
But then hesitation creeps back in—what if I ask for too much? What if I sound wanton?
As if sensing the switch in me, Brennan speaks, his words cutting across the pulsing music. “Last chance. Rememberwe’ll bind you, and you won’t choose anything that happens to you.”
The threat motivates me as fear and arousal twist together. There’s no way I can lose this control, this piece of freedom I’ve claimed. “I want your finger inside me, Dorian.”
Steel flashes with fire, and he smiles slowly as I ask.
God.It’s not nearly enough.
“Two,” I tell him. “I want two of your fingers inside me.”
“As you wish, little one.” He complies, voice low, stretching me just enough to make me whimper.
He pumps them, curling against that spot that lights me up. All of a sudden, my confidence roars back because I can’t imagine anything worse than him stopping what he’s doing. “That’s it.” I gasp. “Fuck me with your fingers.”
