Page 200 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
With one hand, he pats the space between his thighs, a silent invitation that’s anything but polite.
I start to move, but he raises a hand, stopping me. “Crawl to me.”
The rough edge to his voice makes heat pool low in my belly.
Dorian’s fingers close around my chin, angling my face toward him. “You heard him.”
The commands—and the men delivering them—send a rush of want through me. I drop to my hands and knees and do what he says.
Brennan is focused intently on me, as if he’s a predator tracking prey. When I reach him, his big hands curl around my arms. He hauls me into the position he wants, me straddling him, my back pressed to his chest, my bare skin sliding against his strong chest.
The hard length of him is beneath me, and he rocks me forward just enough to feel it. His hands lock around my hips, guiding me, while Dorian steps in close, bracketed between Brennan’s spread knees.
The look in Dorian’s eyes is molten possession. “Hold her open for me.”
Brennan’s grip tightens, his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs, parting me wide so Dorian can see all my pussy—slick and swollen.
“Goddamn.”Dorian’s soft curse is almost reverent. He palms himself, and the sight of his confident masculinity makes my pulse spike. “You’re going to take us both, little one. And you’re going to beg for it.”
My breath catches, and Brennan feels it—his hands flex against my thighs in a possessive squeeze.
My gaze drops to Dorian’s cock, drawn to the hard length.
“Keep watching,” he warns, gruff and demanding.
Compliant, I drag my gaze back to his as he strokes himself with slow, ruthless precision.
Brennan shifts his hips beneath me, his cock pressing more insistently against my bare heat. “Feel that?” His voice is a dark purr at my ear. “That’s how bad we want you.”
I nod, my body already aching, strung tight between them.
“Not good enough,” Dorian steps closer until his knees brush the edge of the mattress. His free hand curls around the back of my neck, tilting my head so I can’t look away from him. “Say it.”
“I feel it.” My voice breaks on the truth.
Brennan strokes slow circles at the crease of my thighs, keeping me spread wide for Dorian’s view.
“I feel it,” I repeat, breathless now, my chest rising and falling in shallow pulls.
“Good girl.” Dorian’s approval is a physical thing, tightening the coil inside me. He’s all heat and hardness.
Brennan’s arms band more tightly around me, pinningme in place. “Hold her just like this,” he tells Dorian, “while I make her soak for us.”
My pulse spikes as Brennan’s fingers slide forward, finding me again—slick, needy, ready. His thumb works slow circles over my clit, each one dragging a sound from my throat I can’t quite muffle.
Dorian watches every twitch of my body, his hunger sharpening with each of my gasps. “Make her beg.”
And then I’m lost—caught between the relentless stroke of Brennan’s fingers and the burning promise in Dorian’s gaze, knowing they’ll force me to shatter all over again.
Suddenly, sharply, Brennan spanks my pussy.
The sound is harsh, the sting immediate—hot and electric—and it shoots straight through me, making me cry out and my hips jerk in Brennan’s hold.
Dorian’s mouth curves, but there’s nothing soft about it. “Again.”
Brennan obliges, his palm striking me with a firm, precise snap that makes me gasp, my muscles clenching around nothing. His fingers return instantly, stroking the ache into pleasure, coaxing me higher.
“You like that.” Brennan’s voice is roughened velvet against my ear. “The way we take you apart. The way we make you ours.”
