Page 37 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

Brennan shifts, moving closer, and I’m trapped between them—Dorian’s command and Brennan’s quiet, unreadable presence. The air thickens, electric and suffocating, and there’s no running or hiding from this.

From them.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Isla

“Don’t make me do it for you.”

The casual threat in Dorian’s voice sends a chill down my spine.

No matter how hard I try to make myself move, I can’t.

“Isla…”

Chaos is churning inside me, and Dorian’s warning echoes in my ears. Having Brennan so close is making the knot in my chest tighten.

“Shall I do it for you?” He takes another step toward me.

His action finally jolts me from my trance. “I…” My voice shakes, but I try again. “I’m confused.”

“About?” With surprising patience, he tips his head to one side.

“What do you mean, ‘honeymoon for three’?”

Dorian moves even closer.

His nearness overwhelms me, and fear finally makes me take a step back. Damn him forbeing so gorgeous.

“I’ll be very clear. Brennan and I share everything.” His tone is low and uncompromising, filled with determination and intent. “Business. Loyalty.” Pausing, he rakes his hot gaze down my body. “Pleasure.”

I sneak a look at Brennan. He’s folded his arms across his chest, and he’s studying me. The scar slicing his eyebrow seems even more ominous now.

“You,”Dorian finishes.

Swallowing hard, I return my focus to Dorian. I’m fighting to understand him because there’s no way he can expect me to sleep with his best man. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I think you do.” His statement sends a shiver racing down my spine that’s equal parts dread and danger. “But I’ll spell it out so that I’m absolutely clear.”

He reaches for me, and I stumble back.

Instantly he captures my shoulders, steadying me. His grip makes my heart race ten times faster.

“In the eyes of the law, you’re my wife.”

I wriggle, frantic to escape, but his grip is like a vice, and I’m no match for him.

“But you will belong to both of us.”

I shake my head. “I…” The words I want to say catch in my throat. He does intend for me to sleep with both of them.

Embarrassment floods through me, and I retreat to looking at the situation academically. “In our everyday lives? Sharing a bedroom? A checking account? Chores?”How can anything like this even be possible?

“All of that. Yes.” He moves his hands from my shoulders to frame my face in a way that’s somehow even more dominant than the way he has been holding me. “We’ll both be making love to you, Isla.” Even though he’s speaking softly, his words are uncompromising. “Starting tonight.”

I take a tiny breath.

“We’ll take you together—slowly, thoroughly—until you know you’re ours. And after that…” He pauses and traces my bottom lip with a thumbnail. “We’ll continue on with our honeymoon.”