Page 199 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
He strokes himself once, then cradles the back of my head. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
I do, and the first press of him against my lips makes my whole body clench around Dorian. Brennan slides in slow, filling my mouth, his groan vibrating through me.
They move together without words, an unspoken rhythm—Dorian driving into me from below, Brennan thrusting shallowly between my lips, his fingers pressed against my head.
The pleasure is overwhelming, every nerve ending lit, every sense full of them. My sounds are muffled around Brennan, but Dorian catches them in his own groans, his pace growing harder, rougher.
Brennan pulls back just enough to let me breathe, his thumb brushing my wet lower lip. “She’s close.” The heat in his voice is pure male satisfaction.
“Then let’s take her there.”
Brennan eases away from me, bending low to kiss me—deep, messy, his taste mixing with mine—while Dorian’s thrusts become a steady, relentless drive that leaves me clinging to both of them.
The orgasm builds fast, no slowing it, no pulling back. My nails rake down Dorian’s back, my hips straining toward him.
“That’s it, little one.” His sentence is gritted between his teeth. “You’ve earned it. You deserve it. Come for us.”
The release tears through me, shattering and molten, my cry breaking against Brennan’s mouth.
Dorian rides me through it, grinding as Brennan ends his kiss, turning me over to Dorian.
Moments later, I’m whimpering, limp and shaking beneath him.
After screaming my orgasm, I close my eyes.
I’m spent, used, with nothing left of me.
Unaccountably, the words Mademoiselle Giselle uttered while we were on our honeymoon return to me… “Things unfold as they’re meant to, non? And the heart finds its way.”
And it had.
Perfectly.
Brennan presses his lips to my temple. Then he leans close to my ear. His voice is warm and fierce. “We’re not done. Not even close.”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Isla
Brennan’s words are still curling through me when Dorian pulls out from inside me.
We readjust our positions, and he’s in my space before I can blink, crowding me back into Brennan’s chest, his mouth claiming mine like he needs to replace every sound I just made with his own.
The taste of him—of me—makes the kiss brutal. His tongue tangles with mine, deep and demanding, while his hands cup my ass through the thin scrap of lace that’s barely clinging to me.
Brennan shifts behind me, one arm locking around my middle, the other sliding down, his palm splayed low on my stomach, holding me exactly where they want me. “Do you feel her shaking?” he asks against my hair, his voice a low growl meant for Dorian but vibrating through me.
“I do.” Dorian’s lips brush mine as he says it, then he bites lightly at my lower lip, tugging. “And I’m not stopping until there’s no doubt of our love and commitment.”
My panties are gone, almost before I can register the movement—tugged down by Dorian’s hands while Brennan lifts me just enough for him to strip it away.
The sudden cool air makes me shiver, but it’s drowned out instantly by their heat closing back in.
Brennan’s hand drifts lower, between my thighs, his fingers finding me slick and open from what Dorian just did. His thumb circles lazily, deliberately, coaxing more from me while Dorian watches with that razor-sharp hunger, his enormous cock still throbbing.
Brennan stands to strip completely. After putting on a condom, he sits on the mattress, planting himself against the headboard with his legs spread wide.
Oh, God. What does he have in mind?
