Page 202 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

Their rhythm builds—driving, relentless, each thrust pushing me higher until I’m nothing but sensation. The stretch, the heat, the raw dominance in the way they ownevery inch of me—it’s overwhelming in the most devastating way.

Brennan’s mouth finds the curve of my neck, biting just enough to make my body jolt. “She’s close.”

Dorian’s hand slides to my throat, his grip firm but not cruel, his thumb stroking the hollow there as his gaze pins me in place. “Don’t you dare come until I say.”

The command shivers through me, sharp and hot, my body clenching in protest even as my mind melts into obedience.

They move in perfect sync, a punishing rhythm that forces me to take every ounce of what they give. Brennan’s arm is a band of steel around my middle, holding me steady while Dorian drives into me from the front, his stare never breaking, every line of him screaming possession.

I can’t hold back the sounds spilling from me—low, desperate, aching with need. My nails scrape down Brennan’s thighs, my hips rocking in time with theirs as though my body has forgotten how to do anything else.

“Now,” Dorian growls, the word snapping like a whip.

Brennan thrusts up at the same moment Dorian slams deep, the double impact shattering me. My cry breaks into pieces, my body locking tight before it detonates, pleasure flooding through me so hard I almost sob with it.

They don’t stop.

Theydon’t stop.

Brennan curses low and filthy in my ear, his hips still driving, wringing every last aftershock out of me until I’m shaking, boneless in his hold.

Dorian’s hand slides to my jaw, forcing my gaze up to his. “Look at me when you come again.”

My body is already spiraling back, the overstimulation pushing me into dangerous territory where pleasure and pain blur. Brennan’s fingers slide down to my clit, circling inruthless, perfect strokes while Dorian pounds into me harder, their combined force making my vision blur.

I break again—louder this time—clutching at them like I might fly apart without their weight to anchor me.

When it’s over, I collapse against Brennan’s chest, gasping, every nerve still alive from their delicious sensual assault.

Dorian’s hand tangles in my hair, tipping my head back so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. The heat there is lethal. “We’re just getting started.”

Brennan’s laugh is dark and satisfied, his mouth brushing my ear. “So much more to give you.”

God help me, I’m not sure I have anything left to offer.

For a long, long moment, none of us move. I have no idea how much time passes before my body remembers how to breathe.

Brennan’s arm stays tight around me, his big hand stroking slow and steady over my stomach, grounding me in the aftermath. Dorian’s gaze lingers, all molten steel and unreadable emotion, before he leans in and kisses me like a seal over a promise.

Then he’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear water running, the muted sound of a cabinet closing. Brennan shifts beneath me, his voice low and warm against my temple. “Stay. I’ll get us some water.”

They move around my little apartment like they’ve always belonged here—no marble floors, no champagne, no silk sheets. Just scuffed linoleum, a mismatched dresser, and a bed that creaks if you breathe on it wrong.

And still…I couldn’t be happier.

Dorian returns first, the heat of the washcloth startling against my over-sensitive skin, his touch impossibly gentle as he cleans me. There’s something achingly intimate about it—this man who’s been all ruthless dominance now taking his time, making sure I’m cared for.

When he’s done, he kisses me there, then tosses the cloth aside before sliding into bed.

Brennan follows with three bottles of water tucked under one arm. He hands one to me, one to Dorian, then sets his own on the nightstand before climbing in on my other side.

We settle together, bodies tangled beneath the covers, the heat of them bracketing me in warmth and safety.

Dorian’s arm comes around my waist, Brennan’s leg hooks over mine, and for the first time in a long time, I feel entirely complete.

Calypso noses her way in, curling up against my feet as though she’s been waiting for permission.

Dorian’s lips brush my hair, his voice low, almost reverent. “This…” His hand slides over my stomach, holding me close. “This was just the first moment of our happily ever after.”