Page 43 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
His breath is warm against my neck, and he moves aside stray strands of hair to place a soft kiss there.
The two of them are undoing me completely.
Even when Dorian ends the kiss, Brennan’s lips linger on my neck, and his hands stay steady on my hips.
“Relax,” Dorian murmurs. “You’re doing fine.”
I shiver. His approval shouldn’t matter, but it does.
My mouth dries as Brennan kneels behind me. He hooks his strong fingers into my panties and tugs the material down. Cool air hits my bare skin, making me tense.
“Step out of them,” Brennan tells me.
I lift one foot, then the other. The lace drops to the floor.
Dorian pulls back, his eyes dark. “Let us look at you.”
Staying there, naked, not covering myself up, requires all my self-control.
Brennan rises, his chest brushing my back. “You’re perfect,” he whispers near my ear.
Even though I really don’t believe either of them, their words help ease my doubts.
Dorian takes my wrist. “Touch me,” he says, pressing my palm against his chest.
At the same time, Brennan slides his hands up my sides, grazing one of my breasts with his thumb.
I gasp, and Dorian kisses me again—starting out gently, then becoming more insistent.
“We’ve got you.” Brennan strokes my nipple.
Pleasure arcs through me. Against Dorian’s mouth, I sigh.
“You’re our good girl,” Dorian says when he breaks the kiss. His voice is filled with warm approval, making my heart race.
If they’d been harsh with me, as I expected, I still would have gone through with it, but I would have been able toseparate myself from what was happening to me. I’d have closed my eyes and endured.
But this…? They’re making me participate, and their gentleness is breaking me open.
Brennan kneels behind me, hands on my thighs. “Spread your legs for me, Isla,” he murmurs.
Even though I’m shaking, I do what he asks, and he slides a hand between my thighs, then between my feminine folds.
My knees buckle, but Dorian steadies me, holding me upright.
Somehow they maneuver so that Brennan is now in front of me, and he finds me with his mouth.
Once more, I jolt, and this time I cry out.
Dorian splays his fingers against my back, offering support. “Let him pleasure you.”
I had no idea anything like this existed.
Brennan moves his tongue in gentle, sure motions. Heat builds up in me, and frantically I grip Dorian’s shoulders.
“Oh yeah. That’s it,” Dorian whispers. “Give in.”
I can’t hold back. Pleasure hits me, sharply and suddenly, making me weak.
