Page 60 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
Shocking me, Dorian moves with lightning speed.
One second, I’m glaring; the next, I land on his shoulder so hard that breath whooshes out of me.
I pound my fists on his back as he pivots toward the bedroom, but he’s as solid as stone. “Put me down, you bastard!”
He doesn’t.
Instead, he clamps my thighs with his arm. As if I weigh nothing, he strides down the hallway.
“Vale! The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
But Dorian is not stopping for anything.
As we cross the threshold, he kicks the door closed behind us and then drops me to my feet on the rug by the bed.
Frantically, struggling to catch my breath, I gather my gaping lapels.
My husband towers over me, pants tight across his hips, a bulge already straining against the front. I’m as horrified as I am fascinated, and I can’t stop staring.
Startling me, he clamps my upper arms and forces me to my knees. Then slowly and deliberately he unfastens the button at his waist and drags the zipper down.
His pants swoosh to the floor, and his already-enormous cock fills my vision.
“Get me hard, wife.” The order is cold and rough, but his gray eyes are molten steel.
With the way he’s throbbing, it can’t be possible to get him any harder than he already is.
“You heard me.”
Setting my chin, I glare up at him. I don’t know what to do, but worse, I despise the heat that’s continuing to grow inside me. It’s awful and wrong, but my response is there, and no doubt my husband knows it.
A moment later, the bedroom door slams open, crashing against the wall as Brennan storms in.
“I’ll knock you out myself, Vale!” His voice has a vicious snarl, and he’s already formed a fist.
Dorian wheels, meeting him chest to chest, his teeth gritted. “Back the fuck off.”
Frantically I look between the two men.
“The hell I will.”
“Brennan,” I whisper, desperate to stop this display of raw alpha power. It terrifies me as much as it hypnotizes me. “Don’t.Please.”I’m the one who challenged Dorian, and I refuse to apologize.
Brenan flicks his gaze toward me.
“Please,” I implore a second time.
“Isla…”
“It’s okay,” I reassure him. “I’m okay.”
His fist cocked, he looks back at Dorian.
“Back. The fuck. Off,” Dorian repeats.
“Only because Isla asked.” Slowly he lowers his arm and takes a single step back. “I swear I’ll lay you out if you cross a line.” He stands ready to follow through on his threat, protecting me from the man I married.
“Now…” Dorian returns his attention to me. Through gritted teeth, he manages,“Do as you were told.”
