Page 129 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
I’m kissed and caressed, making me spiral in my solitary darkness.
The cuffs bite into my wrists and ankles, anchoring me as pleasure and demand coil tight, threatening to snap.
Whichever of my lovers is fucking me begins to slow, but continues to tease me, keeping me on the edge. I whimper as I frantically pull against the restraints.
Then he’s gone, and the bed shifts again. Another hand, another body, and he’s inside me, slower, stretching me with every thrust. The rhythm is different, more deliberate, but just as consuming.
I’m drowning in sensation.
My moans fill the room as he drives deeper, his hands reaching beneath me to dig into my buttocks.
There are still no voices, just the raw, unspoken claim of their bodies on mine. They switch again, seamless, one after the other, keeping me guessing, keeping my mind whirling until I’m a mess of need, my body begging for release they won’t grant.
Finally the blindfold is tugged away, and I blink into the soft light.
They’re both standing over me, naked, their eyes burning with hunger and pride. Dorian’s hand cups my cheek. “You’ve pleased us, little one.”
For a moment, I’m lost in the dangerous depths of his eyes.
“Now we’ll give you what you need.”
They release my ankles first, then my wrists, their hands gentle as they massage the faint red marks left by the cuffs.
My chest is heaving, and I’m slick with sweat, ready to come undone.
With their hands, they guide me onto my side.
Then Dorian slides in behind me, his body warm and solid, his cock pressing against my pussy. He enters me slow and deep, each thrust a deliberate claim that makes me gasp.
He fills me with his length, stretching me, the angle hitting every sensitive spot inside.
Brennan is in front of me, his fingers finding my clit, circling with maddening precision.
With his free hand, he teases my nipples, pinching and rolling them until I’m shuddering. I’m caught between Dorian’s steady rhythm and Brennan’s relentless touch.
The pleasure builds, splintering, and I’m so close. Seeking the completion that I need, I rock my hips back against Dorian.
Just as I teeter on the edge, Brennan’s fingers still, and he murmurs something low to Dorian. They move me again, rolling me to my other side with seamless coordination.
Dorian is now in front of me, sliding his cock into me, the new angle sending fresh waves of sensation through me. His thrusts are deeper now, more insistent, and I moan, surrendering to the rhythm.
Brennan reaches around to continue caressing me, teasing me.
The dual assault is too much—Dorian’s cock driving into me, Brennan’s touch igniting every nerve.
The moment I’m ready to crash over the edge, they switch again, Brennan repeatedly driving up into me.
“Take it.”
The long-denied orgasm crashes over me, a white-hot wave that leaves me crying out.
Only when the aftershocks recede does Brennan begin to move again, finding his own release, hot and pulsing inside me.
We remain as we are for long minutes, until my breathing nearly returns to normal.
And then I see Dorian, his eyes dark, cock still straining with need. “I need to be in you, little one.”
I might die if he isn’t.
