Page 197 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Dorian’s fingers hook into the lace and he slides the gusset aside, baring me completely. His gaze locks with mine, molten and ruthless, before he lowers his mouth.
The first swipe of his tongue is slow. Deliberate.
No longer able to think, I close my eyes, lost in thesensations as Brennan slips a hand up to cup my breast through the thin fabric of my bra.
A low groan rumbles from Dorian as he licks me again, firmer this time, the heat of his mouth and the scrape of his tongue sending a shockwave up my spine.
Brennan rolls his thumb over my nipple until it’s aching, his breath hot in my ear. “Do you taste how wet she is for us?”
Dorian answers with a growl, sucking hard on my clit until I cry out.
But they’re not done with me. Brennan kisses my neck. Then he bites just hard enough to make my hips jolt forward into Dorian’s face.
“Hold her still.” Dorian’s order is curt, and Brennan obeys—tightening his grip, locking me open while Dorian devours me.
Every flick of his tongue, every press of his lips is ruthless and claiming. I can’t think, can’t breathe—only feel. My thighs tremble, my breath coming in shallow bursts.
Brennan slides his hand down my stomach, resting just above where Dorian’s mouth works me over. “Are you going to come for us, Isla?”
The pleasure is a tidal wave building too fast to stop. I curl my fingers in Dorian’s hair, my head falling back onto Brennan’s shoulder as I moan my answer.
“Good. That’s it.” Brennan is more commanding than I’ve ever known. “Let him drink every drop.”
Dorian’s mouth turns merciless, tongue and lips pulling me under until the orgasm rips through me, sharp and blinding.
My cries echo off the walls as Dorian goes on and on, licking me through every pulse and shudder until I’m sagging in Brennan’s arms.
When Dorian finally pulls back, his mouth glistens, andhis gaze is pure possession. “Now we’re going to fuck you so hard that you know we own you. And you’ll never have another doubt.”
Brennan shifts his grip, hooking one arm low around my waist and bringing his other up to cup my jaw, tilting my head so I have to keep my gaze on Dorian.
“Take your bra off for us.” His low words are an unyielding command, and every instinct in me responds.
My hands shaking, I obey him. He helps with the hooks, and I draw the straps down my arms and let the material float to the floor.
With a soft moan, he palms my bare breasts, kneading them like he’s been waiting for this since the moment he walked through my door.
Dorian rises in one smooth motion, his chest brushing mine. The way he looks at me—hungry, proprietary—steals the air from my lungs.
Brennan doesn’t let go, not even when Dorian closes the last inch between us and crushes his mouth to mine. The kiss is savage, teeth catching my lower lip, tongue sweeping deep like he owns every corner of me.
A sob lodges in my throat.
I need this physicality and the emotional connection to burn away all the hurt.
Brennan slips his hand lower to cup me between my thighs. “You’re dripping for us.” His tone is approving and possessive. “You want both our cocks inside you?”
My breath catches, heat flashing through every nerve. “In my…” My mouth is suddenly dry, and I have to try again. “In my pussy?”
“Yes.”
His question terrifies me.
“You can manage us.”
Even though I’m scared, I’m strangely turned on and excited. “Yes.”
Brennan’s fingers tighten, not cruel but insistent, driving me mad. “Say it like you mean it.”
