Page 50 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

“You’re dripping again.” Brennan’s voice is filled with approval. “So fucking responsive to us, Isla.”

Unable to help myself, I lift my hips, silently asking for more.

“It’s my honor to please our lady.” With a seductive grin, he adds another finger, all while continuing to tease my clit.

God help me. This is too, too wonderful.

Deep inside me, pleasure begins to unfurl, demanding release.

Dorian leans toward me to brush his lips against my ear. “Look at you, little one.” Gently he cups my breast. Then with his thumb, he grazes my nipple. “So needy.” He pinches it lightly, making me moan.

I’m trapped with no hope of escape.

A terrible part of me whispers that I wouldn’t, even if I could.

While Brennan kisses my jaw and dips a second finger inside, stretching me, driving me mad, Dorian moves his hand to my other breast and kneads gently.

Their every touch is too much and not nearly enough atthe same time. The scent of them, the feel of them, floods my senses.

Gently Brennan pulls back to grab a condom from the nightstand.

My mouth is dry as he tears it open. Then I watch, mesmerized, as he rolls it down his thick cock, his hand gripping himself tight. The way he handles himself—firm, sure, veins bulging under his knuckles—sends a jolt through me. He’s unbelievably sexy. My pussy clenches, and I want him inside me.

How have I gone from being a virgin to a woman who can’t get enough of two different men?

“I want you to climb on me,” he says, lying on his back.

“On top?” Hesitantly I glance at Dorian.

“You’ll enjoy it.”

Even though he’s reassuring, I’m skeptical.

“You’re going to ride me, Isla.” Though Brennan’s voice is steady, need edges it.

A little unsure how I’m actually supposed to accomplish this, I frown as I sit up.

In an instant, Dorian is behind me, clamping his hands around my waist. As if I weigh next to nothing, he lifts me and helps me get in position, on my knees, straddling Brennan.

His massive cock arrows upward, and this position seems impossible.

“You’ve got this.” Confidence laces Dorian’s tone.

“Hold my cock,” Brennan instructs.

Right now, I wish I had a little more experience and that I wasn’t feeling quite so awkward.

Dorian brushes my ear with his mouth, then issues a soft instruction. “Trust yourself.”

I curl my hand around Brennan’s length, and I move myself so that he’s lined up against my pussy.

Dorian cups my breasts and teases my nipples.“Oh.”

“Go with it,” he advises. “Stop overthinking.”

How many times is he going to have to warn me against that?

Brennan takes the opportunity to lift his hips a little, his cockhead seeking entrance. When I instinctively rise higher onto my knees, he digs his fingertips into my hipbones so that he has total control over me.