Page 105 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Brennan groans, low and primal, and I glance at him, catching the bulge straining his pants. His gaze is on me, and it’s thrilling to know that I’m doing this to them.
Dorian works his fingers. My slickness coats him, and I’m close, so close, but I wantmore—I want them, all of them.
The mirror taught me I can take it. Giselle told me to let go. Dorian wants it as well. “Stop,” I command.
Head cocked to one side, Dorian pauses, his fingers still inside me.
Brennan leans forward slightly.
My chest is heaving, but I meet Dorian’s eyes and then Brennan’s. “I want you—both of you—to fuck me.”
For a heartbeat, the only sound is the thumping music, and the air hangs thick with my boldness.
“Goddamn.”Dorian’s quiet curse is filled with approval.
Slowly he eases out, leaving me aching. “That’s our brave girl.” After opening his cuff links and dropping them on a nightstand, he unbuttons his shirt with deliberate slowness. “You’ve earned it.”
Brennan’s at my side in an instant, his hands on my waist, guiding me onto the bed.
While we were gone, someone had come in and performed a turndown service.
“Lie back.”
When I do, the sheets are cool against my fevered skin.
Both men strip, revealing hard muscle, scars, and cocks so thick and ready that my mouth waters.
Craving what only they can give me, I spread my legs in invitation.
Both men roll condoms down their cocks. Then Dorian moves in first, climbing up onto the mattress to kneel between my thighs. “You want this?” Fisting his cock, he teases my entrance.
“Yes.Give it to me.”
“How?”
Unsure what he means, I frown.
“Slowly?” he clarifies. “Hard? Fast?”
“Hard.” I’m already wet, and after the way he’s been sensually toying with me all evening, I am more than ready for him.
Jaw clenched, he thrusts in deep, filling me with a stretch that’s almost too much.
I cry out as my insides grip him.
Pleasure spikes as he moves, relentless, each stroke hitting my most sensitive spot.
As I asked, he fucks me hard, his eyes locked on mine. I grab hold of his shoulders, urging him on.
“Fuck it; you’re tight.”
I’m getting closer with every thrust.
And then, he slows and pulls out, leaving me gasping, empty.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, Brennan’s there, guiding me onto my side.
