Page 108 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

Firmly but gently, Lucian fists my hair. “Take out our cocks, Sophie. Show us how much you want your husbands.”

Thankfully they help me, because my hands are shaking too hard to deal with the zippers.

They’re already hard, thick, and intimidating. Last night I felt what that meant inside my body. Tonight is different.

I stroke them first, tentative. Lucian’s sharp inhale sends a tiny thrill through me. Caleb’s jaw locks when I wrap my hand more firmly around him.

For once, I’m making them react.

With their guidance, and by watching their microreactions, I make adjustments, tight on the upstroke for Lucian, because his breath fractures when I twist just under the head.

With Caleb, I’m firmer because he thrusts into my fist like he can’t help it. They are slick in my grip soon enough, hot and heavy, and my embarrassment begins to disappear.

There’s power in knowing I can do this to them.

“That’s it,” Lucian says, voice low. “You’re perfect.”

Caleb covers my hand with his, showing me the pace he wants. Then he lets go, leaving me to maintain the rhythm. “Good girl, Sophie.”

Unbelievably I get aroused from this.

“Fuck.” Caleb groans.

Stunning me, he comes, his heat spilling over my fist in thick pulses, and I keep stroking him.

“Look at me. See what you did to me.”

My breath catches in my throat. His pleasure makes me giddy.

Moments later, Lucian follows, pulsing over my other hand, onto my wrist, a guttural sound filling the air.

For a moment, none of us moves.

Then Lucian takes my chin.

He gathers a little of himself on his thumb and paints it across my lower lip, leaving the taste of him there.

The salt of him hits my tongue, and my whole body clenches.

“Our perfect little wife.”

Caleb helps me to stand, then wipes my hands with a napkin.

As if nothing outrageous happened, both men rearrange themselves.

Moments later, Caleb unlocks the door, and we finish our coffee, the tang of Lucian still on my lips.

Stunning me, my pussy is wet.

But they never make any mention of what I experienced.

After dinner, they tell me we’re attending a private event in the hotel’s exclusive theater.

Our box is high above the stage, secluded from the rest of the audience.

The moment the door closes, Lucian’s voice turns to calm steel.

“Lift the dress, Sophie. Bunch it around your waist. Show us what’s ours.”