Page 115 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

Jesus.I might fucking spill my load before I can even get inside her.

Once she’s free of the underwear, I toss them aside. “Open for me.”

“I…”

“Do it,” I growl uncompromisingly.

Like a good girl, she complies.

With my mouth, I find her, savoring her sweetness, then plunging my tongue deep inside her.

She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders.

“Dorian…” Her voice is a plea, driving me wild. I eat her like she’s my last meal, every lick a prayer to her brilliance.

Brennan moves in behind her, his lips on her neck as hecups her breasts through the dress. “You’re our queen.” His voice is as rough as it is reverent.

As we tease her, her moans climb, becoming desperate. I continue on, sucking, and her clit pulses under my tongue. “Come for me.” My voice is thick with need, and she does, her cry shattering the quiet, her body shaking.

If Brennan wasn’t behind her, I’m sure she would have crumpled to the floor.

Tasting her is a start, but it’s not nearly, nearly enough to sate my hunger.

“I have to have you.” I rise, shucking my suit coat and tossing it on a chair. Then I flick open my cuff links. The emerald eyes of one of my Athena owls catches the morning light filtering through the window.

“Everett and Celeste both have rings.”

“Yeah.” No sense denying the obvious. Isla’s one of us now—and this morning proved it—even if she isn’t an official member of the Zetas.

After removing both, I toss them on the coffee table with a clink of metal on glass.

When I remove my tie, Brennan inclines his head.

Grinning, I toss it to him.

He catches it while keeping an arm around Isla’s middle.

Somehow I manage to finish undressing, a difficult task with the way my cock is straining against the front of my pants.

Once he’s sure I’ve got her, Brennan steps aside and undresses himself.

“I need to be inside you.” I sweep up her dress, drinking in my fill of her. Isla’s breath hitches as I slowly peel the dress off her, revealing every inch of her smooth, creamy skin.

Her eyes never leave mine, and a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirls in their depths.

I toss the dress on top of my suit coat. Then I remove her bra.

Her beautiful dusky nipples are completely erect, as if begging for attention. And she’ll get all she desires.

She tips her chin back as I sweep my gaze down her body, taking in the silver collar, her long, lithe length, and her sexy-as-hell fuck-me shoes.

The throbbing in my cock becomes painful.

“I want you to lie down,” I tell her, gesturing to the plush cream-colored rug.

“Here?”

When I raise my eyebrow, she frowns, but she doesn’t argue. She’s learning.