Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Dorian
“You were magnificent,” I murmur, my hand tight on Isla’s waist as we exit the Grand House’s dining room.
She glances my direction, eyes wide, a flush creeping up her neck.
On her far side, Brennan nods. “You conquered.”
Outside, I climb into the waiting golf cart and Brennan hands her in.
I hadn’t wanted to get married, but now…? I’m not just proud, I see possibilities. And she’s fucking beautiful too. With Isla, I won the lotto, and my dick knows it. A need to possess her rocks me, and the demand won’t be denied.
The moment Brennan is settled, we are on our way back to the cottage.
With as hungry as I am for her, the drive takes too fucking long.
We enter the air-conditioned space, and I’ve waited as long as I can .
The moment Isla puts down her purse, heat sears through me.
I tighten my hand on the silver collar at her throat. The vines catch the light, a symbol of her strength, the surrender I’ll demand.
“Dorian…” Her eyes lock on mine, and her mouth parts softly in invitation.
My cock throbs even more incessantly.
I capture her shoulders while Brennan locks the door. With frantic energy, I claim her lips, deep, hungry, tasting her victory, savoring her loyalty.
She moans softly leaning into me, responsive, perfect.
Somehow I manage to move her into the living room. Beyond, on the patio, Calypso is curled on top of the cat tower, catching a sunbeam, sleeping. She never even blinks her eyes open.
Near the plush rug in the middle of the room, I draw us to a stop before dropping to my knees. I lift her dress and bunch it at her waist. Then I slide her silk panties down, the fabric whispering past her thighs. “You’ll keep the shoes on.”
“Anything you say.”
Jesus. I might fucking spill my load before I can even get inside her.
Once she’s free of the underwear, I toss them aside. “Open for me.”
“I…”
“Do it,” I growl uncompromisingly.
Like a good girl, she complies.
With my mouth, I find her, savoring her sweetness, then plunging my tongue deep inside her.
She gasps, her hands clutching my shoulders.
“Dorian…” Her voice is a plea, driving me wild. I eat her like she’s my last meal, every lick a prayer to her brilliance.
Brennan moves in behind her, his lips on her neck as he cups her breasts through the dress. “You’re our queen.” His voice is as rough as it is reverent.
As we tease her, her moans climb, becoming desperate. I continue on, sucking, and her clit pulses under my tongue. “Come for me.” My voice is thick with need, and she does, her cry shattering the quiet, her body shaking.
If Brennan wasn’t behind her, I’m sure she would have crumpled to the floor.
Tasting her is a start, but it’s not nearly, nearly enough to sate my hunger.
“I have to have you.” I rise, shucking my suit coat and tossing it on a chair. Then I flick open my cuff links. The emerald eyes of one of my Athena owls catches the morning light filtering through the window.
“Everett and Celeste both have rings.”
“Yeah.” No sense denying the obvious. Isla’s one of us now—and this morning proved it—even if she isn’t an official member of the Zetas.
After removing both, I toss them on the coffee table with a clink of metal on glass.
When I remove my tie, Brennan inclines his head.
Grinning, I toss it to him.
He catches it while keeping an arm around Isla’s middle.
Somehow I manage to finish undressing, a difficult task with the way my cock is straining against the front of my pants.
Once he’s sure I’ve got her, Brennan steps aside and undresses himself.
“I need to be inside you.” I sweep up her dress, drinking in my fill of her. Isla’s breath hitches as I slowly peel the dress off her, revealing every inch of her smooth, creamy skin.
Her eyes never leave mine, and a mix of anticipation and nervousness swirls in their depths .
I toss the dress on top of my suit coat. Then I remove her bra.
Her beautiful dusky nipples are completely erect, as if begging for attention. And she’ll get all she desires.
She tips her chin back as I sweep my gaze down her body, taking in the silver collar, her long, lithe length, and her sexy-as-hell fuck-me shoes.
The throbbing in my cock becomes painful.
“I want you to lie down,” I tell her, gesturing to the plush cream-colored rug.
“Here?”
When I raise my eyebrow, she frowns, but she doesn’t argue. She’s learning.
Brennan, always the gentleman, helps her into position.
The sight of her laid out before me, her hair fanned around her like a halo, is enough to make me want to ravish her right then and there. But I’m determined to savor this. Make her scream my name again.
Brennan kneels beside her, his muscled body a stark contrast to her gentle curves.
“Raise your arms above your head.”
Her eyes widen, and her lips part slightly.
I see the struggle in her expression as she looks up at me. I’m standing over her, my cock jutting forward, and Brennan is beside her, his hard dick mere inches from her face.
Judging by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, she knows exactly how vulnerable she is. And that turns me on even more.
For once, Brennan is more impatient than me, and he tweaks one of her nipples, making her lift her hips as she gasps. “You’re going to do exactly what Dorian wants. You might as well get on with it.”
After momentarily closing her eyes, she offers herself to him .
He captures her wrists, crosses them above her head, and binds them with my tie.
Her breath catches as she tests the restraints. But Brennan is a master. Even though the material is silk, there’s not much play in the fabric.
I plant a foot on each side of her tiny waist.
“Dorian…” She swallows, focusing on my cock, my balls. “You’re…”
“I’m what?”
“Making me nervous.”
Not as nervous as she’d made Everett Parker at our breakfast meeting. When I respond, I make my words a growled threat. “A touch of fear will keep you properly submissive.”
Isla stares deeply into my eyes.
She has nothing to fear from me. Ever. And she knows it.
Still, her silver collar reflects the sunshine, and she takes a deep breath, surrendering to the inevitable.
My cock is too demanding to continue tormenting myself this way.
Brennan cups her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers, rolling them until they’re hard and she’s arching her back, begging for more.
I move to kneel between her legs, and I run my hands up her thighs, feeling shiver bumps rise under my touch.
Her pretty little pussy is glistening with need, and I can’t resist leaning down to taste her again. She squirms beneath me, her hips bucking as I flick my tongue over her clitoris.
“Please.” She gasps, and she turns her head to the side. “Please, Dorian…”
Rather than respond immediately, I blow cool air against her heated flesh. “Please what, Isla? Tell us.”
“I…I need…” She’s stammering, her body writhing as Brennan continues to tease her breasts, his lips trailing hot kiss es along her neck, his cockhead brushing against her cheek.
“Say it, Isla,” I demand, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tight heat clamp down on me. “Tell us what you need.”
“I need…” Her voice a breathy whisper, “I need you inside me. Both of you.”
A feral grin spreads across my face, and I glance at Brennan, who mirrors my satisfaction. “As our lady commands,” he murmurs, his voice thick with lust.
I remove my finger from her pussy and grasp her hips, pulling her toward me. Her bound wrists rest on the rug above her head, and her breasts heave with each ragged breath.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, coating myself in her wetness.
Taking her without coming inside the heat of her perfect body will require every ounce of my restraint. But feeling her is worth my denial.
Brennan grabs a couple of pillows to prop up her head, and once she’s comfortable, he straddles her chest, bracketing her body with his powerful thighs. Then he grasps his cock in one hand and guides it to her mouth. He keeps his voice gentle, but firm as he commands, “Open up, Isla.”
She complies, parting her lips and taking him in. He lets out a low groan, his head falling back as she takes him.
Watching them shatters my remaining control. I can’t wait any longer.
Parting her thighs even wider, I stroke in, deeper and deeper until my balls are seated against her pussy. She moans around Brennan’s cock, and she arches her back.
She’s tight and hot, gripping me like a velvet glove. I need her so badly that she makes me weak .
Shoving away the thought, I focus on matching Brennan’s rhythm. Our bodies sync as we give her pleasure.
Her moans grow louder, more insistent, vibrating around Brennan’s cock. I love that she can’t speak, that she’s bound and helpless, that my collar—a sign of possession, that she’s ours —circles her throat.
Brennan grits his teeth, hissing out a breath as he fights for control. I feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.
“Dorian…”
“That’s it, Isla.”
“I need…”
“Take it,” I growl. “Come for us.”
Brennan reaches down to pinch her nipples again, and she bucks beneath us, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her.
Together, the three of us ride her climax.
I’ve never been with a woman so utterly giving and perfect.
Her beautiful, continued whimpers drive me. And her body yields to me as she takes every inch. She’s amazing.
My pace turns feral, and her second climax drives mine. Internally I’m a damn supernova. Then my vision blurs, and I almost blank out. Somehow I manage to force myself to pull out and come on her belly instead of spilling deep inside her as every primal instinct demands.
Immediately Brennan follows suit, his body trembling as he spills into her mouth. She swallows every drop, her eyes locked onto his until he eases away, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Isla and I remain there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged. I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Eyes wide, she responds eagerly, her body arching up to meet mine .
When I pull back, Brennan is there, untying her wrists, rubbing them gently to bring back circulation. She sighs contentedly.
“Every part of you belongs to us.” When she remains quiet, I demand, “Say it.”
“Yes. Yours.”
Brennan leaves us for a minute and returns carrying a damp washcloth.
I accept it to bathe Isla’s pussy. Then I shake my head and rub my ejaculate into her stomach and upper thighs. “I want you to wear my seed on you. Feel me. Be reminded of me every moment.”
What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve never been this obsessed with any woman before. No one has mattered the way she does.
I stand, and I offer my hand to her, helping her up.
She glistens with the evidence of my possession, and I draw some of it upward, dampening her breasts and nipples with it.
For a moment, I take her in. With her mussed hair, swollen lips, impossibly high heels, and my seed drying on her perfect skin, she’s fucking glorious.
Then Brennan offers me her dress. “Put this on. We have an appointment.”
“Where?”
“A surprise.”
“And you want me to go…like this? Covered in our…sex?”
“Do you need me to repeat myself?”
She forces out a small breath.
“You danced for us last night.” More softly, I add, “You’re a hot, sensual woman who turns us on.”
“Own it,” Brennan reminds her again.
“Like this?” Her words are softly sensual. “Is this what you want from me? ”
Stunning us both, she eases her finger across the tip of Brennan’s cock, and she takes a tiny bit of dampness from there and rubs it on her chest.
God almighty . Her action punches me in the solar plexus.
Her nipples are harder than ever, and with the scent of our lovemaking still in the air, my cock begins to stir to life again.
I’d put the collar on her as a mark of her ownership.
But her hold over me is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
She’s lethal all right, stepping into her full power.
Fully aware that we are watching her, she reaches for her bra.
“You won’t be needing that. Or underwear.” For what I have planned next, I want her completely aware of her femininity, that she’s our wife.
She slips into her dress. “So you don’t mind if other men notice my nipples?”
Vixen. “They will be jealous that you’re already taken.”
“You’re sure?” She cups her breasts, and I see the tips of her breasts puckering through the dress.
Annoyed as fuck, I scowl. “Unless you want a spanking…” I allow my threat to hang in the air.
“Of course not.” Through the thin silk, she brushes the tips. “Mmm. That feels good.”
I can barely manage a growled warning. “Isla.”
“You’re right that I should skip wearing a bra, Dorian. Maybe I should do it more often.”
Brennan chuckles.
No one has ever bested us before.
What in the hell have we unleashed?