Page 49 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
“I have no bad aftereffects,” I say instantly while trying to pull my wrists from his grip.
Right now, my mind is battling with my body.
His pseudothreat has made me wet, but there’s no way I want to be turned over his lap with my ass in the air while he brings his large hand down on my flesh. At least I imagine that’s how that works, though I really have no idea.
“Do you need another few minutes to recover?”
Minutes?“You’re not—I mean… You’re not finished with me yet?” I thought—hoped—that I was off the hook until tomorrow at the earliest. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so honest. But with the way he was looking at me, I had nowhere to hide.
“You’re ours, little one.” His voice is quiet and deadly serious. “Every single part of you.”
I shiver, still reeling. That means…
“When you’re ready, Brennan will take you.”
Frantically I look toward Brennan who nods. “You need to know you belong to us both.” His eyes are deeply blue, and another time, I could have gotten lost in them. “Equally.”
His cock is hard, throbbing.
“We can wait till the morning, if you need.”
That gives me a few hours, but then the uncertainty might make it impossible for me to get any rest.
When I don’t answer, Brennan grins. “Shall I help you make a decision?”
With that, Dorian releases me and rolls to my far side.
And Brennan takes his place…
CHAPTER TEN
Isla
Brennan brushes his lips over mine. In contrast with Dorian’s fierceness, Brennan’s kiss is a tease that lingers, reigniting my senses.
“We’re going to make sure you’re ready.” His rich baritone sends chills through me.
His gaze on me, he slides a hand down my stomach and dips his fingers between my legs to stroke my clit.
I gasp as heat sparks deep inside.
At a college party, one woman was mentioning the fact she could come numerous times. Others didn’t believe her. Or they joked that their friend had found a unicorn lover, someone who was more interested in her pleasure than his own.
And yet, with these two, I’ve already orgasmed multiple times, and another is building.
My pussy is a little tender, but the rest of me doesn’t seem to care. My essence coats his fingers, and I’m astounded by the fact I’m already responding to him.
“You want us,” Brennan muses.
Momentarily I squeeze my eyes shut. He’s right, and I can’t deny it.
Dorian props his head on his upturned hand, watching me, his eyes dark, his cock swelling against his thigh. I have to wonder if he really is okay with this, sharing me like it’s nothing. His jaw tightens, but he’s studying me with interest, as if noting my reactions.
“Don’t hold back,” Brennan cautions as he continues his maddening motions. Then he slides a finger inside me.
Arching my back, I gasp.
His touch is so different than Dorian’s, new and unfamiliar. But it’s every bit as wonderful.
