Page 53 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim

Brennan brings his arms around me in a way that makes me feel cherished for the first time in my life.

While I’m snuggled there, content, Dorian traces a finger across my back, spreading his seed all over my skin. In the air-conditioning, the ejaculate cools, chilling me.

Their actions have proved how very much they own me and my reactions.

Quietly we stay as we are.

I’m not sure how long for, but sometime later, Dorian suggests a shower.

I blink.

A bath sounds better, but after the lack of sleep last nightand this whirlwind of a day, I’m afraid I’ll drift off if I allow myself to relax even just a little.

“Little one?” he prompts, humor in his tone.

It takes all my energy to move.

“I’ve got you.”

Why do I want to believe his promise?

Even though I’m limp as an overcooked noodle, he and Brennan somehow manage to move me, and Dorian carries me into the bathroom.

Instead of setting me on the floor, he places me on the vanity. I let my head fall forward as a full-on yawn escapes, and I hastily cover it with my hand. “Sorry. I’m a little…” A second escapes. “Done in.”

He laughs.

“You look as if you might pass out,” Brennan agrees, joining us.

As I watch, he removes the condom and disposes of it.

“Did we wear you out?” Dorian asks.

“And then some.” I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk properly for a week.

Brennan turns on the water in the sleek glass enclosure.

“We’ll take care of you so that you’re okay for the honeymoon.”

My eyes widen. Are they going to expect this from me every day? Multiple times, even? If so, I’m not sure I’ll be able to survive.

Around us, steam billows, filling the room.

When Brennan nods that he’s satisfied with the temperature, Dorian helps me down from the counter and into the shower.

I’m grateful that he slides his arms around my waist to steady me.

The water cascades over us, the heat vanquishing tension that I didn’t realize I’d been holding onto.

Moments later, Brennan follows, closing the door.

Their bodies—hard planes, scarred and strong—glisten under the spray. And their cocks already seem to be at least half hard already.

Are they insatiable?

Dorian reaches for the handheld showerhead and adjusts the flow, checking it on the inner part of his wrist. “Open your legs.”

Knowing he’s serious, I do.