Page 198 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
“I do mean it. Really.” When he squeezes a little more, I gasp, arching into his touch while pressing forward into Dorian. “I want both of you inside me.”
When he speaks, Dorian’s voice is rough, threaded with possession. “Then let’s move to the bed.”
Together they guide me until we’re in my room and the backs of my knees hit the mattress.
Dorian hooks a finger under my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “You’re going to take me first.”
The promise in his words makes me shake with anticipation, and I nod.
“Tell me what I want to hear.”
For a moment I frown, but then the set of his jaw, along with the flash of dominant desire in his eyes makes his meaning clear. “Yes, I want this. Sir.”
“Fuck. Little one. So damn perfect.”
He eases me back onto the bed, and my body sinks into the worn quilt. Brennan’s weight settles beside me.
With his palm, he skims my ribs, my waist, my hip, like he’s mapping every inch he’ll claim.
After undressing, Dorian climbs onto the mattress to kneel between my knees. Watching me, he tears open a condom with a swift, practiced motion. My eyes lock on the way his fist works his cock, thick and hard, the head glistening.
“Are you ready for me?”
Very much. But I’m still not certain I can make both of them fit.
Dorian positions himself at my entrance while Brennan moves so that he can capture my mouth in a fierce kiss.
In a searing, claiming stroke, Dorian thrusts inside me, stealing my breath, his lean body pressing mine into the mattress.
Tears sting my eyes from the emotional release.
I needed this.
Them.
Desperately I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the flex of muscle as if I can steel myself against the rush of sensation.
Brennan stays at my side, one palm cupping my cheek while he slides his other down to my breast, his thumb teasing the peak until I’m arching up into both of them.
His gaze flicks between my face and where Dorian is buried inside me, and the hunger there sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Look at her,” Brennan murmurs. “Taking you like she was born for it.”
And maybe I was.
Dorian’s jaw is tight, his breath coming heavier as he pulls back only to drive in again, the rhythm unrelenting. “She’s perfect. Ours.”
I’m caught between them, and Brennan—always knowing what I need—strokes my temple as Dorian braces his palms against the mattress. He’s holding himself above me, protecting me as much as possible as he grinds so deep inside me that I feel him everywhere.
Brennan shifts down the mattress, his mouth finding my nipple, drawing it in and swirling his tongue until my back bows. I gasp, the pleasure doubling, tripling, with every push of Dorian’s hips.
When Brennan lifts his head, there’s a wicked glint in his eyes. “Time to shift her up,” he tells Dorian. “I want my cock in her mouth.”
Oh yes.
Dorian grins, low and feral, and adjusts, sliding his hands beneath me to haul me higher on the bed. The new angle makes me cry out, the thrust hitting deeper, sharper, while Brennan kneels beside my head, unfastening his belt and the button at his waist.
The rasp of his zipper is loud in the silence, and I can’t help but stare at his thick, heavy length that’s cradled in his hand. His cockhead is flushed and glistening, showing his anticipation.
