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But both men are there for me, and Brennan grasps my thighs. “So responsive. So perfect.”
I’m panting, dazed. They don’t stop.
Dorian slides a hand down me, over my stomach, then lower. “Again,” he tells me. “Come for us one more time.”
I would never have expected Dorian to be a generous lover. But I think back to the way he took me into that room earlier, and he’d given me orgasms without expecting anything in return.
He presses his fingertip to my clit, his touch gentler than I could have imagined. He draws circles on the bundle of nerves, making me whimper.
“You’re doing so well,” Brennan says, standing behind me,trapping me with his hard body, his rigid erection pushing into me.
Dorian’s fingers quicken. Another wave crashes into me, this one even more powerful than the last. With a moan, I sag against him.
“Good.” Gently he kisses my forehead. “So good.”
How is this possible? I’m totally lost in them, trusting these two determined men, despite myself.
Brennan reaches around me to cup my breasts. “Think she’s ready yet?”
Ready?My nipples are hard, aching.
“One more,” Dorian replies.
How much more can I take?
“Agree,” Brennan says as Dorian resumes his sweet torment.
Still holding my breasts in the cradle of his palms, Brennan feathers his thumbs over the swollen tips. Then he kisses my nape as Dorian claims my mouth again.
The sensations—their hands everywhere, their lips tormenting me—overwhelm me.
Lost in them, I close my eyes.
Dorian slides a finger inside me, and I freeze.
“It’s okay,” Brennan promises.
As Dorian eases in and out, he continues to play with my clit, and Brennan lightly squeezes my breasts, distracting me.
I wobble a little, and Dorian adds a second finger.“Oh.”
Stunning me, another climax begins to build, making me stiffen.
“That’s it,” Brennan coaches. “You’re almost there.” He pinches my nipples. “Take it, Isla.”
This time, my orgasm is so sharp it’s almost painful.
Wrenching my mouth away from Dorian’s, I cry out, wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging to him.
Brennan pushes against me, offering strength, as he says, “You’re so goddamn perfect for us.”
I’m spent, shaky, unsure I can take any more.
Unexpectedly Dorian scoops me up and carries me toward the bed. After Brennan pulls back the duvet, Dorian places me on the crisp sheets.
“Ready to become ours, little one?”
CHAPTER NINE
