Page 201 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

“I—” My protest dissolves into a moan as Dorian leans forward, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck again, holding me still while his gaze locks on mine.

“Be honest,” he orders.

“God. Yes. I like it,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing with heat that has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with being caught between them.

Dorian strokes himself slowly, deliberately, letting me see every movement. “Then you’ll love what comes next.”

Brennan’s arm tightens around my middle, holding mesteady as his other hand leaves my clit and grips the base of his cock, guiding me over him. His blunt, thick head slides through my slick folds, teasing, pressing, but not pushing in yet.

I whimper, my body desperate for more.

“She’s ready.” Brennan’s assessment is low and certain.

“Yeah.” The heat of Dorian’s body presses against mine from the front. His hand joins Brennan’s, the two of them aligning me exactly where they want me. “Open for us, little one. We’re not stopping until you belong to both of us at the same time.”

Brennan pushes, slow and deliberate, filling me inch by inch until the stretch has my nails biting into his thighs.

Dorian’s thumb brushes my lower lip, his gaze fierce. “Don’t you dare look away.”

How could I?

And when Brennan is fully seated inside me, Dorian leans in and claims my mouth—hard, hungry, his kiss swallowing the sound that rips from my throat.

Brennan doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, he just tightens his grip, holding me still, making me feel every thick, throbbing inch inside me.

Dorian’s mouth is still on mine, his kiss deep and consuming, his tongue stroking in a rhythm that makes my whole body hum.

Then he breaks away, and the loss of his lips only sharpens the heat between us.

“Lean back for me,” he orders, one hand sliding over my breast, squeezing and thumbing my nipple until it’s taut. “I want to see your face when we’re both inside you.”

My breath catches, and my pulse is kicking so hard it’s dizzying.

Brennan anchors me against him as his voice rumbles through my spine. “She can take it.”

“Then hold her open.”

Brennan obeys, his hands on my thighs again, keeping me spread wide while Dorian moves in, his cock thick and hard and so close I can feel the heat radiating off him.

The first press steals my breath—blunt and insistent, sliding against the same slick heat Brennan is already buried in. My body tenses at the impossible stretch, but Dorian is patient, working himself in slow, controlled inches that make my head drop back onto Brennan’s shoulder with a ragged sound.

“That’s it,” Dorian growls, his voice low and possessive. “Take us. Every inch.”

Brennan’s mouth is at my ear, his words a dark caress. “You’re perfect like this. Full of us. Made for us.”

They move in sync, each one rocking into me with an unrelenting rhythm, their bodies bracketing mine, their heat and power surrounding me until I don’t know where one ends and the other begins.

The pleasure is too much—sharp and deep and everywhere all at once. My nails dig into Brennan’s forearms, my thighs trembling against their grip, my voice breaking on a cry I can’t contain.

Dorian’s eyes are locked on mine, molten and unblinking. “Beg for it.”

The word rips from me without thought. “Please?—”

“Please what?” Brennan’s hips drive up hard, wringing another sound from me.

“Please don’t stop.”

Dorian’s smile is slow and dangerous. “We weren’t planning on it.”