Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Isla
Dorian’s question hangs on the chilled air.
My heart slams against my ribs, and I’m shaking, caught between the heat roaring in me and the apprehension of what’s next. Both of their cocks are hard and insistent, and I have no idea how I’ll manage to take them.
“Isla?”
Since my throat is too tight for me to speak, I settle for nodding.
“I’m more than ready.” Dorian’s smile is quick and lethal and not at all reassuring.
“Open your legs for me.”
Instinctively I clench my muscles, but Brennan sinks down on the mattress beside me and strokes my side with his knuckles. Somehow I manage to do as Dorian asked, and then he kneels between my legs.
My breaths are shallow. Now that he’s planning to penetrate me, nerves flutter again.
Brennan shifts a little, moving slightly closer. In this moment, I’m surrounded by them, their scents—whiskey and spice and power—mixing in the air.
“Touch me,” Dorian says, his voice firmer than it has been until now, and he guides my hand to his cock. It’s thick, heavy in my palm, and I hesitantly wrap my fingers around it. He groans, a low, rough sound. “Good God, Isla. Fuck. Hold me tighter.”
Even though my grip is shaky, I do as he says.
Brennan slides one of his hands onto my hipbone, holding me in place, and he moves the other between my legs, rubbing back and forth between my folds. Instantly I attempt to lift my buttocks, but he tightens his grip in response, keeping me in place. “You’re soaked for us.”
His words scandalize me, and I realize how right he is. Despite everything, the two of them have managed to completely arouse me.
“Shall I see for myself?” Dorian asks, removing my hand from his cock and slipping his fingers between my legs. “You’re right. She’s definitely wet.” Even though he’s talking to Brennan, his gaze is on me.
Their words, light and teasing, make me flush with embarrassment.
But that vanishes as he pushes a finger inside me.
He angles his wrist and presses against that tender spot. Gasping, I jerk my hips up, and even Brennan’s attempt to keep me still doesn’t work.
“I think she might like that,” he tells Brennan. This time, Dorian’s smile is sensual and meaningful. Then he looks at me. “What do you think? Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I whisper, hating the admission.
Slowly he pulls in and out, his gaze locked on mine, his steely eyes even darker than they were before. “So wet.” His voice is rough. “So ready. ”
Brennan shifts lower, and he dips his head between my thighs.
They can’t mean to do this.
I grab hold of the sheet, knotting it in my fists.
Brennan kisses my lower belly. Then he licks my clit as Dorian adds a second finger. I moan, loud and sharp, as my body clenches around him. Brennan’s mouth works me—sucking, teasing, his lips closing over my swollen bud. He licks and sucks, making me lose control.
Dorian thrusts deeper, curling his fingers once more, hitting that same spot that makes me cry out.
“So responsive for us,” he murmurs. “Take everything I give you.” Then he enters me with a third finger, stretching me wider. I’m on fire from the sensation of being too full.
Before I can protest, Brennan flicks his tongue faster, making me forget the discomfort as I buck against his face. Pleasure spikes, sharp and sudden, and I cry out as I clench around Dorian’s fingers.
“You’re perfect for us,” Brennan says, pulling back, his lips glistening with my arousal.
Dorian eases from inside me, and I breathe a sigh of relief, but it’s short lived as he reaches for his wallet. He pulls out a couple of foil packets and tosses them on the nightstand.
Then he picks one up. Instead of putting it on, he offers it to me.
“I don’t know how…you know…”
“I’ll give you instructions.”
My fingers are shaking as I try to tear it open.
“Perforation is here.” He shows me.
Aware of his gaze on me, I fumble as I remove the slick condom.
Wrapping my hand around him to hold him steady, I place the thing on his cockhead, but I can’t roll it down .
“Wrong way, little one.” Dorian’s voice has a humiliating hint of amusement in it.
Guiding my hand, he flips the condom. “That’s it. Now roll it down.”
My hands still shaking, I begin. Dorian’s jaw tightens, and a low groan escapes from him.
Somehow I manage to keep my focus and do what he wants.
“Very nice.” His dick pulses in my palm. “I’ll have you do that every time we make love.”
Is that what he wants to call it? Making love?
How is that even possible when we all know this is a transaction, part of a deal between him and my father, nothing more?
“I need you to spread your legs wider,” he instructs.
Fighting back the knot of fear that’s lodged in my throat, I do as he says.
Intentionally, his gaze locked on mine, he presses his cockhead against me. I freeze. Even the tip of him is thicker than his fingers, and I’m convinced there’s no way I can do this.
“I’ll go slow.”
It’s a promise I’m not sure he’ll be able to keep.
Unable to face this, I turn my head to the side, but he captures my chin and brings my gaze back to his. “It won’t be bad. I promise.”
Brennan slides his hand between us to play with my clit.
Then Dorian strokes in, a little at a time, going deeper and deeper, until I’m impossibly full.
There’s pressure and a sharp sting as he breaks through the protective membrane, claiming my virginity.
“God!” I cry out as I dig my nails deeper into the mattress.
“You’re there.” He stills, buried inside, his breath ragged. “Shh, little one.” Soothingly he brushes my hair back. “The worst is over. You’re doing so well.” His voice is steady, and I cling to his reassurance while catching my breath.
Beside me, Brennan rubs my clit, his motions gentle. “Concentrate on this.”
The pain fades, and it’s replaced by a growing heat. I nod, shaky, and Dorian moves—with careful thrusts. “You’re ours now.” Then he kisses my forehead.
Finally my body adjusts to him. The fullness is strange but not awful. Brennan keeps circling with his finger, and I moan, shifting as pleasure begins to take over.
“Yeah,” Brennan says, approving. “That’s it.”
Dorian begins to move a little faster, and his control seems to be slipping. “So tight,” he growls, gripping my hips hard. “Move with me.”
I respond, hips lifting, and he fucks me harder, each stroke full and deliberate. Pleasure coils, tight and fast, and Brennan moves one of my hands onto his cock.
“Stroke me.”
With as lost as I am, I’m not sure that’s possible, but I do my best to comply.
A moment later, he groans. “Fuck, Isla…”
Dorian’s pace is relentless, and his breathing is ragged. “You’re mine.”
The way Brennan is playing with me and how full I am of Dorian’s cock becomes too much.
“Come for us,” Dorian demands.
His words are all I need to let go.
Instantly I shatter, crying out as my pussy clenches around him.
“Fu-uuuck.” He follows with a rough shudder, spilling into the condom with a guttural sound.
I tighten my grip on Brennan’s cock, and he places his hand over mine, showing me what he wants .
While Dorian and I are still riding out our climaxes, Brennan orgasms, coming in hot ribbons all over my belly.
“Damn, Isla.”
Because my thoughts are in such disarray, I loosen my grip on him and squeeze my eyes closed.
I never dreamed anything like this was possible.
Spent, Dorian withdraws and drops a light kiss on my mouth, then rolls to one side and tucks me against his chest, wrapping his arms around me.
Brennan lies next to us, trapping me between their strong, sensual bodies.
Every muscle in my body feels limp, as if the events of the last thirty hours have plowed me down.
I must have drifted off for a few minutes because I hear water running, and I’m a little chilled.
When I open my eyes, Dorian is kneeling next to me. “Open your legs for me.”
“Go away.” I’m not sure that I can move, and I’m pretty convinced that I don’t even want to try.
He laughs, and Brennan moves quickly to part my thighs with his hands.
Dorian presses a warm washcloth to my pussy. Much as I hate to admit it, this feels wonderful, even if it’s a little embarrassing.
With a sigh, I smile.
“How are you doing?” Brennan asks.
“I’m…” For a second, I consider my answer. Dorian continues to bathe me, soothing the tiny ache between my legs and washing my stomach. “It hurt at first, then…didn’t.”
“You’re amazing.”
His approval… He sounds so sincere that I am tempted to believe him. But it’s something I’ve never really experienced before, and I’m skeptical.
“At some point, maybe you’ll believe me. ”
Does he have the same mind-reading skills as Dorian?
Brennan places his fingertip between my eyebrows. “When you hear something you’re not sure about, you scowl.”
“I don’t!”
He laughs. “Proved it.”
Because he’s right, I have to shake my head. I never knew it was so easy to read me. Or maybe no one has ever cared enough to try.
That thought saddens me.
Dorian turns the washcloth over and presses it against me. The part he had been using has cooled, and this is much warmer, helping me relax even deeper.
“How’s that?” Dorian asks.
“Fine.”
“Fine?” he repeats, angling his head to one side.
Then the diabolical man lifts the small towel and slides his finger between my thighs. With a small murmur, I lift my hips as a now-familiar sensation whispers through me.
Arousal.
I wouldn’t have believed it possible to get turned on again after what I’d just experienced. And certainly I wouldn’t have believed it was possible from this man I despise.
But there’s no doubt Dorian’s attention is turning me on—whether I like it or not.
A few moments later, he tosses the fluffy cloth aside and climbs back in the bed, pulling me close. Brennan shifts in on my other side, sandwiching me between them.
“No bad aftereffects?” Dorian asks, tracing my arm.
“Really, I really am fine.”
“You’re making me dislike that word,” he warns.
All the more reason to use it.
“Keep saying it, and you may earn a spanking.”
My eyes widen. “You can’t be serious! ”
“No?” He moves quicker than I would have believed possible, taking my arms and pinning them above me.
His massive body fills my vision, and his scent seems to brand me. Right this moment, he is my entire world.
Is this part of his dominance game?
And why the hell aren’t I screaming and trying to get away?
Instead, my nipples are hardening and my arousal level spikes.
“Unless you want to find out for yourself, answer my question.”
A wicked part of me, one I kept buried until my one-and-only rebellion—moving out of my parents’ house—is tempted to push him.
“She might like it,” Brennan muses.
“Absolutely not,” I insist, but my words are a whisper, not a loud protest.
“Shall we find out?” Dorian asks.
“I have no bad aftereffects,” I say instantly while trying to pull my wrists from his grip.
Right now, my mind is battling with my body.
His pseudothreat has made me wet, but there’s no way I want to be turned over his lap with my ass in the air while he brings his large hand down on my flesh. At least I imagine that’s how that works, though I really have no idea.
“Do you need another few minutes to recover?”
Minutes? “You’re not—I mean… You’re not finished with me yet?” I thought—hoped—that I was off the hook until tomorrow at the earliest. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so honest. But with the way he was looking at me, I had nowhere to hide.
“You’re ours, little one.” His voice is quiet and deadly serious. “Every single part of you.”
I shiver, still reeling. That means …
“When you’re ready, Brennan will take you.”
Frantically I look toward Brennan who nods. “You need to know you belong to us both.” His eyes are deeply blue, and another time, I could have gotten lost in them. “Equally.”
His cock is hard, throbbing.
“We can wait till the morning, if you need.”
That gives me a few hours, but then the uncertainty might make it impossible for me to get any rest.
When I don’t answer, Brennan grins. “Shall I help you make a decision?”
With that, Dorian releases me and rolls to my far side.
And Brennan takes his place…