Page 137 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Dorian’s smile is sharp, dangerous.
The yacht rocks gently, the Gulf’s endless expanse visible through the window. I should be terrified, but there’s a fire in me. This whole thing is pissing me off. “I want to help,” I say, surprising myself. “I’m not just your wife on paper, Dorian. Or yours to protect, Brennan. If this is about your campaign, your future—our future—I’m in.”
Brennan’s eyebrow lifts, a rare flicker of amusement. “Who knew our scholar had such determination?”
Dorian studies me, his gaze stripping me bare in that way that makes my skin hum. “You’re full of surprises, Mrs. Vale.”
The air shifts, thick with unspoken promises. Brennan’s fingers tighten around mine, and Dorian’s hand slides to the small of my back, his touch possessive, electric. The threat is out there, but right now, I’m here with my men.
“Enough talk,” Dorian murmurs, his voice dropping. “We appreciate you, Isla. Now let us show you what that means.”
God.That tone…
My insides clench
Brennan stands. As always, his broad frame is a quiet promise of strength.
Immediately I’m distracted from my thoughts as Dorian pulls me to my feet, his grip firm but careful. The light catches the hunger in their eyes, and my pulse races, anticipation and nerves twisting together.
They lead me back to our cabin, and Dorian locks the door behind us with a sharp click. The space feels smaller now that it’s charged with intent.
Dorian grasps my hips and tugs me against him, his arousal evident through the thin linen of his pants.
Instantly I’m wet for him.
“This is how much we appreciate you…”
Brennan moves in closer to trace the vine-like curves of metal around my throat. His touch is reverent, contrasting with the heat in his gaze. “No blindfold this time. We want you to see us. To know who’s claiming you.”
My pulse skips a beat as Dorian lifts my sundress up and away with slow, deliberate care.
He drops the fabric, letting it pool at my feet. Moments later, I’m bare except for the collar.
Under their dual scrutiny, my nipples harden and my skin begins to prickle.
After Dorian steps aside, Brennan trails his fingers down my stomach, then lower to tease my pussy.
Dorian nips my neck, shooting delicious little shivers through me, making me moan.
“On the bed,” Dorian commands, and I obey, my body already humming with need.
I lie back, and they move as one—Dorian at my side, Brennan between my thighs. Their coordination is seamless, a dance they’ve perfected, and I’m the center of it.
Brennan leans in and flicks his tongue against my clit while Dorian captures my lips in a kiss that’s all heat and possession.
Desperately I clutch the sheets. Then I manage to find Dorian’s arm and dig my fingers into the solid strength as Brennan drives me higher. He’s relentless, unyielding.
Dorian breaks the kiss, his eyes burning. “Tell us what you want, little one.”
“You,” I gasp, my voice breaking as Brennan’s fingers join his mouth, sliding inside me, curling against that sensitive spot that makes me arch. “Both of you.Please.”
Dorian’s smile is wicked, triumphant.
He stands to remove his shirt, then his pants. His cock is already hard and ready. Brennan leaves me just long enough to strip, his movements efficient, his gaze never leaving mine. They’re a study in contrasts—Dorian’s commanding elegance, Brennan’s raw strength—but together, they’re overwhelming.
Dorian puts on a condom, then joins me on the bed, positioning himself behind me, pulling me onto his lap, my back against his chest. His cock presses against my entrance, teasing, while Brennan kneels in front, his hands spreading my thighs wider.
My God.I’m not sure I can take this.
