Page 116 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

Brennan, always the gentleman, helps her into position.

The sight of her laid out before me, her hair fanned around her like a halo, is enough to make me want to ravish her right then and there. But I’m determined to savor this. Make her scream my name again.

Brennan kneels beside her, his muscled body a stark contrast to her gentle curves.

“Raise your arms above your head.”

Her eyes widen, and her lips part slightly.

I see the struggle in her expression as she looks up at me. I’m standing over her, my cock jutting forward, and Brennan is beside her, his hard dick mere inches from her face.

Judging by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, she knows exactly how vulnerable she is. And that turns me on even more.

For once, Brennan is more impatient than me, and he tweaks one of her nipples, making her lift her hips as she gasps. “You’re going to do exactly what Dorian wants. You might as well get on with it.”

After momentarily closing her eyes, she offers herself to him.

He captures her wrists, crosses them above her head, and binds them with my tie.

Her breath catches as she tests the restraints. But Brennan is a master. Even though the material is silk, there’s not much play in the fabric.

I plant a foot on each side of her tiny waist.

“Dorian…” She swallows, focusing on my cock, my balls. “You’re…”

“I’m what?”

“Making me nervous.”

Not as nervous as she’d made Everett Parker at our breakfast meeting. When I respond, I make my words a growled threat. “A touch of fear will keep you properly submissive.”

Isla stares deeply into my eyes.

She has nothing to fear from me.Ever.And she knows it.

Still, her silver collar reflects the sunshine, and she takes a deep breath, surrendering to the inevitable.

My cock is too demanding to continue tormenting myself this way.

Brennan cups her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they’re hard and she’s arching her back, begging for more.

I move to kneel between her legs, and I run my hands up her thighs, feeling shiver bumps rise under my touch.

Her pretty little pussy is glistening with need, and I can’t resist leaning down to taste her again. She squirms beneath me, her hips bucking as I flick my tongue over her clitoris.

“Please.” She gasps, and she turns her head to the side. “Please, Dorian…”

Rather than respond immediately, I blow cool air against her heated flesh. “Please what, Isla? Tell us.”

“I…I need…” She’s stammering, her body writhing as Brennan continues to tease her breasts, his lips trailing hot kisses along her neck, his cockhead brushing against her cheek.

“Say it, Isla,” I demand, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tight heat clamp down on me. “Tell us what you need.”

“I need…” Her voice a breathy whisper, “I need you inside me. Both of you.”

A feral grin spreads across my face, and I glance at Brennan, who mirrors my satisfaction. “As our lady commands,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.

I remove my finger from her pussy and grasp her hips, pulling her toward me. Her bound wrists rest on the rug above her head, and her breasts heave with each ragged breath.