Chapter 45
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Isla
Brennan’s words are still curling through me when Dorian pulls out from inside me.
We readjust our positions, and he’s in my space before I can blink, crowding me back into Brennan’s chest, his mouth claiming mine like he needs to replace every sound I just made with his own.
The taste of him—of me—makes the kiss brutal. His tongue tangles with mine, deep and demanding, while his hands cup my ass through the thin scrap of lace that’s barely clinging to me.
Brennan shifts behind me, one arm locking around my middle, the other sliding down, his palm splayed low on my stomach, holding me exactly where they want me. “Do you feel her shaking?” he asks against my hair, his voice a low growl meant for Dorian but vibrating through me.
“I do.” Dorian’s lips brush mine as he says it, then he bites lightly at my lower lip, tugging. “And I’m not stopping until there’s no doubt of our love and commitment. ”
My panties are gone, almost before I can register the movement—tugged down by Dorian’s hands while Brennan lifts me just enough for him to strip it away.
The sudden cool air makes me shiver, but it’s drowned out instantly by their heat closing back in.
Brennan’s hand drifts lower, between my thighs, his fingers finding me slick and open from what Dorian just did. His thumb circles lazily, deliberately, coaxing more from me while Dorian watches with that razor-sharp hunger, his enormous cock still throbbing.
Brennan stands to strip completely. After putting on a condom, he sits on the mattress, planting himself against the headboard with his legs spread wide.
Oh, God. What does he have in mind?
With one hand, he pats the space between his thighs, a silent invitation that’s anything but polite.
I start to move, but he raises a hand, stopping me. “Crawl to me.”
The rough edge to his voice makes heat pool low in my belly.
Dorian’s fingers close around my chin, angling my face toward him. “You heard him.”
The commands—and the men delivering them—send a rush of want through me. I drop to my hands and knees and do what he says.
Brennan is focused intently on me, as if he’s a predator tracking prey. When I reach him, his big hands curl around my arms. He hauls me into the position he wants, me straddling him, my back pressed to his chest, my bare skin sliding against his strong chest.
The hard length of him is beneath me, and he rocks me forward just enough to feel it. His hands lock around my hips, guiding me, while Dorian steps in close, bracketed between Brennan’s spread knees .
The look in Dorian’s eyes is molten possession. “Hold her open for me.”
Brennan’s grip tightens, his thumbs pressing into my inner thighs, parting me wide so Dorian can see all my pussy—slick and swollen.
“Goddamn.” Dorian’s soft curse is almost reverent. He palms himself, and the sight of his confident masculinity makes my pulse spike. “You’re going to take us both, little one. And you’re going to beg for it.”
My breath catches, and Brennan feels it—his hands flex against my thighs in a possessive squeeze.
My gaze drops to Dorian’s cock, drawn to the hard length.
“Keep watching,” he warns, gruff and demanding.
Compliant, I drag my gaze back to his as he strokes himself with slow, ruthless precision.
Brennan shifts his hips beneath me, his cock pressing more insistently against my bare heat. “Feel that?” His voice is a dark purr at my ear. “That’s how bad we want you.”
I nod, my body already aching, strung tight between them.
“Not good enough,” Dorian steps closer until his knees brush the edge of the mattress. His free hand curls around the back of my neck, tilting my head so I can’t look away from him. “Say it.”
“I feel it.” My voice breaks on the truth.
Brennan strokes slow circles at the crease of my thighs, keeping me spread wide for Dorian’s view.
“I feel it,” I repeat, breathless now, my chest rising and falling in shallow pulls.
“Good girl.” Dorian’s approval is a physical thing, tightening the coil inside me. He’s all heat and hardness.
Brennan’s arms band more tightly around me, pinning me in place. “Hold her just like this,” he tells Dorian, “while I make her soak for us.”
My pulse spikes as Brennan’s fingers slide forward, finding me again—slick, needy, ready. His thumb works slow circles over my clit, each one dragging a sound from my throat I can’t quite muffle.
Dorian watches every twitch of my body, his hunger sharpening with each of my gasps. “Make her beg.”
And then I’m lost—caught between the relentless stroke of Brennan’s fingers and the burning promise in Dorian’s gaze, knowing they’ll force me to shatter all over again.
Suddenly, sharply, Brennan spanks my pussy.
The sound is harsh, the sting immediate—hot and electric—and it shoots straight through me, making me cry out and my hips jerk in Brennan’s hold.
Dorian’s mouth curves, but there’s nothing soft about it. “Again.”
Brennan obliges, his palm striking me with a firm, precise snap that makes me gasp, my muscles clenching around nothing. His fingers return instantly, stroking the ache into pleasure, coaxing me higher.
“You like that.” Brennan’s voice is roughened velvet against my ear. “The way we take you apart. The way we make you ours.”
“I—” My protest dissolves into a moan as Dorian leans forward, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck again, holding me still while his gaze locks on mine.
“Be honest,” he orders.
“God. Yes. I like it,” I breathe, my cheeks flushing with heat that has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with being caught between them.
Dorian strokes himself slowly, deliberately, letting me see every movement. “Then you’ll love what comes next.”
Brennan’s arm tightens around my middle, holding me steady as his other hand leaves my clit and grips the base of his cock, guiding me over him. His blunt, thick head slides through my slick folds, teasing, pressing, but not pushing in yet.
I whimper, my body desperate for more.
“She’s ready.” Brennan’s assessment is low and certain.
“Yeah.” The heat of Dorian’s body presses against mine from the front. His hand joins Brennan’s, the two of them aligning me exactly where they want me. “Open for us, little one. We’re not stopping until you belong to both of us at the same time.”
Brennan pushes, slow and deliberate, filling me inch by inch until the stretch has my nails biting into his thighs.
Dorian’s thumb brushes my lower lip, his gaze fierce. “Don’t you dare look away.”
How could I?
And when Brennan is fully seated inside me, Dorian leans in and claims my mouth—hard, hungry, his kiss swallowing the sound that rips from my throat.
Brennan doesn’t give me a chance to adjust, he just tightens his grip, holding me still, making me feel every thick, throbbing inch inside me.
Dorian’s mouth is still on mine, his kiss deep and consuming, his tongue stroking in a rhythm that makes my whole body hum.
Then he breaks away, and the loss of his lips only sharpens the heat between us.
“Lean back for me,” he orders, one hand sliding over my breast, squeezing and thumbing my nipple until it’s taut. “I want to see your face when we’re both inside you.”
My breath catches, and my pulse is kicking so hard it’s dizzying.
Brennan anchors me against him as his voice rumbles through my spine. “She can take it. ”
“Then hold her open.”
Brennan obeys, his hands on my thighs again, keeping me spread wide while Dorian moves in, his cock thick and hard and so close I can feel the heat radiating off him.
The first press steals my breath—blunt and insistent, sliding against the same slick heat Brennan is already buried in.
My body tenses at the impossible stretch, but Dorian is patient, working himself in slow, controlled inches that make my head drop back onto Brennan’s shoulder with a ragged sound.
“That’s it,” Dorian growls, his voice low and possessive. “Take us. Every inch.”
Brennan’s mouth is at my ear, his words a dark caress. “You’re perfect like this. Full of us. Made for us.”
They move in sync, each one rocking into me with an unrelenting rhythm, their bodies bracketing mine, their heat and power surrounding me until I don’t know where one ends and the other begins.
The pleasure is too much—sharp and deep and everywhere all at once. My nails dig into Brennan’s forearms, my thighs trembling against their grip, my voice breaking on a cry I can’t contain.
Dorian’s eyes are locked on mine, molten and unblinking. “Beg for it.”
The word rips from me without thought. “Please?—”
“Please what?” Brennan’s hips drive up hard, wringing another sound from me.
“Please don’t stop.”
Dorian’s smile is slow and dangerous. “We weren’t planning on it.”
Their rhythm builds—driving, relentless, each thrust pushing me higher until I’m nothing but sensation. The stretch, the heat, the raw dominance in the way they own every inch of me—it’s overwhelming in the most devastating way.
Brennan’s mouth finds the curve of my neck, biting just enough to make my body jolt. “She’s close.”
Dorian’s hand slides to my throat, his grip firm but not cruel, his thumb stroking the hollow there as his gaze pins me in place. “Don’t you dare come until I say.”
The command shivers through me, sharp and hot, my body clenching in protest even as my mind melts into obedience.
They move in perfect sync, a punishing rhythm that forces me to take every ounce of what they give. Brennan’s arm is a band of steel around my middle, holding me steady while Dorian drives into me from the front, his stare never breaking, every line of him screaming possession.
I can’t hold back the sounds spilling from me—low, desperate, aching with need. My nails scrape down Brennan’s thighs, my hips rocking in time with theirs as though my body has forgotten how to do anything else.
“Now,” Dorian growls, the word snapping like a whip.
Brennan thrusts up at the same moment Dorian slams deep, the double impact shattering me. My cry breaks into pieces, my body locking tight before it detonates, pleasure flooding through me so hard I almost sob with it.
They don’t stop.
They don’t stop .
Brennan curses low and filthy in my ear, his hips still driving, wringing every last aftershock out of me until I’m shaking, boneless in his hold.
Dorian’s hand slides to my jaw, forcing my gaze up to his. “Look at me when you come again.”
My body is already spiraling back, the overstimulation pushing me into dangerous territory where pleasure and pain blur. Brennan’s fingers slide down to my clit, circling in ruthless, perfect strokes while Dorian pounds into me harder, their combined force making my vision blur.
I break again—louder this time—clutching at them like I might fly apart without their weight to anchor me.
When it’s over, I collapse against Brennan’s chest, gasping, every nerve still alive from their delicious sensual assault.
Dorian’s hand tangles in my hair, tipping my head back so I have no choice but to meet his eyes. The heat there is lethal. “We’re just getting started.”
Brennan’s laugh is dark and satisfied, his mouth brushing my ear. “So much more to give you.”
God help me, I’m not sure I have anything left to offer.
For a long, long moment, none of us move. I have no idea how much time passes before my body remembers how to breathe.
Brennan’s arm stays tight around me, his big hand stroking slow and steady over my stomach, grounding me in the aftermath. Dorian’s gaze lingers, all molten steel and unreadable emotion, before he leans in and kisses me like a seal over a promise.
Then he’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom. I hear water running, the muted sound of a cabinet closing. Brennan shifts beneath me, his voice low and warm against my temple. “Stay. I’ll get us some water.”
They move around my little apartment like they’ve always belonged here—no marble floors, no champagne, no silk sheets. Just scuffed linoleum, a mismatched dresser, and a bed that creaks if you breathe on it wrong.
And still…I couldn’t be happier.
Dorian returns first, the heat of the washcloth startling against my over-sensitive skin, his touch impossibly gentle as he cleans me. There’s something achingly intimate about it— this man who’s been all ruthless dominance now taking his time, making sure I’m cared for.
When he’s done, he kisses me there, then tosses the cloth aside before sliding into bed.
Brennan follows with three bottles of water tucked under one arm. He hands one to me, one to Dorian, then sets his own on the nightstand before climbing in on my other side.
We settle together, bodies tangled beneath the covers, the heat of them bracketing me in warmth and safety.
Dorian’s arm comes around my waist, Brennan’s leg hooks over mine, and for the first time in a long time, I feel entirely complete.
Calypso noses her way in, curling up against my feet as though she’s been waiting for permission.
Dorian’s lips brush my hair, his voice low, almost reverent. “This…” His hand slides over my stomach, holding me close. “This was just the first moment of our happily ever after.”
Brennan’s mouth finds my bare shoulder, his agreement a quiet rumble against my skin. “We’re not letting you go, Isla. Not now. Not ever.”
For once, I don’t have to fight it. I just let myself believe them.
I’m home. Where I belong.
And where I intend to stay…