Page 39 of Theirs to Tempt: The Marriage Claim

Fuck me.

She’s more exquisite than I could have imagined.

I circle her clit once, twice, then ease a finger inside her tight heat.

Her inner walls clamp down, and a fresh rush of arousal coats my hand.

“Damn, Sophie. You’re perfect.” I groan the words against her delicate mouth. “So wet for us already. Imagine our wedding… Waiting is going to be unbearable torture.”

I finger fuck her, angling my hand to press against her most sensitive inner spot while my thumb works her clit in firm circles.

Caleb keeps tormenting her breasts, pinching and rolling, his hips grinding against her ass in time with my thrusts.

Her breathing turns ragged, and she moans into my mouth, small, helpless sounds escaping with every stroke.

Her thighs tremble, knees buckling, and I hold her up with my body while Caleb supports her from behind.

“Come for us, Sophie,” I command. “Come for us right here where any passerby can hear your perfect surrender.”

Obediently, wonderfully, her pussy clamps down on my fingers in rhythmic spasms.

Her broken whimper vibrates into my kiss as her whole body shakes between us.

You’re mine. My fucking woman.

I stroke her through it, drawing every last ripple until she sags, limp and trembling, her scent—musky, sweet, utterly addictive—filling the small space.

This wait… It’s been worth every agonizing moment.

Slowly we ease her upright, Caleb slipping his hand from her breasts while I withdraw my finger and straighten her panties with a careful tug.

I adjust myself.

Caleb also does the same, jaw tight with restraint.

My aching cock is a sweet, torturous reminder that I’m waiting for our wedding night to take her.

Sophie’s eyes are dazed, cheeks flushed deep rose, lips swollen from my kiss. She looks thoroughly claimed, and satisfaction rolls through me like warm whiskey.

“I didn’t like that.” Defiant—always deliciously defiant—she tips her chin.

I press my finger against her lips, and her eyes widen when she tastes her own arousal. “That very much suggests that you did.”

Behind her, Caleb chuckles.

She smooths her dress back into place, trying to look prim and proper. But beneath her ice is kindling that we intend to ignite. And this woman will burn for us.

“You’ve pleased us,” I say, stroking my finger across her cheekbone.

“What would you have done if I had worn something different?” Her voice is husky, still breathless.

I capture her chin, tilting her face up so our gazes lock. “Last night, you weren’t warned about what happens when you don’t follow orders. But now…” I lean in, breathing in the rich, musky scent of her pleasure that still clings to my fingers. “I’m happy to give you a taste of what happens when you displease us. Would you like that?”

Chapter Twelve

Sophie

What happened to my nice, orderly life?