Page 47 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
I respond, hips lifting, and he fucks me harder, each stroke full and deliberate. Pleasure coils, tight and fast, and Brennan moves one of my hands onto his cock.
“Stroke me.”
With as lost as I am, I’m not sure that’s possible, but I do my best to comply.
A moment later, he groans. “Fuck, Isla…”
Dorian’s pace is relentless, and his breathing is ragged. “You’re mine.”
The way Brennan is playing with me and how full I am of Dorian’s cock becomes too much.
“Come for us,” Dorian demands.
His words are all I need to let go.
Instantly I shatter, crying out as my pussy clenches around him.
“Fu-uuuck.”He follows with a rough shudder, spilling into the condom with a guttural sound.
I tighten my grip on Brennan’s cock, and he places his hand over mine, showing me what he wants.
While Dorian and I are still riding out our climaxes, Brennan orgasms, coming in hot ribbons all over my belly.
“Damn, Isla.”
Because my thoughts are in such disarray, I loosen my grip on him and squeeze my eyes closed.
I never dreamed anything like this was possible.
Spent, Dorian withdraws and drops a light kiss on my mouth, then rolls to one side and tucks me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
Brennan lies next to us, trapping me between their strong, sensual bodies.
Every muscle in my body feels limp, as if the events of the last thirty hours have plowed me down.
I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I hear water running, and I’m a little chilled.
When I open my eyes, Dorian is kneeling next to me. “Open your legs for me.”
“Go away.” I’m not sure that I can move, and I’m pretty convinced that I don’t even want to try.
He laughs, and Brennan moves quickly to part my thighs with his hands.
Dorian presses a warm washcloth to my pussy. Much as I hate to admit it, this feels wonderful, even if it’s a little embarrassing.
With a sigh, I smile.
“How are you doing?” Brennan asks.
“I’m…” For a second, I consider my answer. Dorian continues to bathe me, soothing the tiny ache between my legs and washing my stomach. “It hurt at first, then…didn’t.”
“You’re amazing.”
His approval… He sounds so sincere that I am tempted to believe him. But it’s something I’ve never really experienced before, and I’m skeptical.
“At some point, maybe you’ll believe me.”
Does he have the same mind-reading skills as Dorian?
