Page 42 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Quickly I scramble back to my feet. I can’t be in this position between two massive men.
Undressing Dorian was bad enough, but my other husband is waiting expectantly, his massive arms folded.
Maybe because I’ve already done it once, I manage to undo Brennan’s belt and slacks with less hesitation.
And then…
They fall at his feet, and his enormous cock is arrowing toward me.“Oh.”
Brennan apparently doesn’t believe in being constrained by any kind of underwear.
I glance at him, and his lips are quirked in a half smile.
And now I’m between the hard bodies of two very determined men.
Even if I did have some kind of experience, I’m sure there’s no way I could take both of them at the same time.
“Now…” Dorian says, reaching behind me to unfasten my bra. “I’m ready to see all of you.”
When he slides the straps over my shoulders, I instantly cover myself.
“Show me,” he says softly.
I really don’t want to.
“You responded to me before,” he reminds me, his voice infinitely patient.
That had been different. He had me pinned, kissed me senseless. But now he’s asking me to participate. It’s a totally different experience.
“You can do it.” Gently he captures my wrists and lowers them to my sides. “Stay as you are.”
He takes a step back.
Cool air whispers across my skin, making my nipples harden.
Impossibly his erection seems to grow.
“So very beautiful.”
I close my eyes.
“Look at me, little one.”
Compelled by the soft command in his voice, I do.
“I don’t say what I don’t mean.”
There’s an insistent edge in his tone.
To back up his words, he claims my mouth with his in a slow, deliberate kiss that makes my objections scatter. He builds to a deeper, consuming heat, his tongue teasing mine with a rhythm that’s relentless, unraveling me thread by thread.
I press my hands against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart. Then, unable to help myself, I melt into him.
Brennan moves behind me, his hands warm on my hips, thumbs tracing the lacy waistline of my panties. “Don’t think, Isla,” he encourages. “Get out of your head.”
As if that’s possible for me.
If overthinking had a world championship, I’d be a gold medalist.
