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Hudson's gaze burns into us, his hand working himself with a desperate pace that matches the rhythm of my tongue. "Hayden…" he pants, his voice strained with his own need, but his eyes never leave where my mouth devours our little sister.

"Give me one more," I coax, glancing up to meet Leila's half-lidded eyes, heavy with awakening desire. "And then Hudson will fuck you back to sleep."

She whimpers, arching into my mouth as I suckle at her tender flesh, determined to draw out every drop of pleasure from her. My words, half-growl, half-plea, vibrate against her core.

"Please, Hayden," she gasps, and I can feel her body winding tight, coiling like a spring.

"Come on, Leila," I encourage, my voice thick with lust. "Come all over my mouth. Drown me."

Her response is a sweet cry, her fingers tangling in my hair as she succumbs to the tidal wave of ecstasy only her brothers can provide her. I hold her through it, my tongue relentless, drinking down her release like a man starved. Hudson curses softly beside us, his strokes stuttering as he watches Leila unravel under my ministrations.

"Fuck," I breathe out, feeling her flutter against my lips. "That's it, Leila. That's it."

Her cries crescendo before falling into soft moans, and I slowly ease back, my own pulse racing with need. Hudson and my heavy breathing fills the room as we both take a moment, relishing in the aftermath of what Leila just gave us.

CHAPTER 11

HAYDEN

"Tell me," my voice scrapes out, thick with lust, "how do you want her?" Hudson's groan is an animalistic sound that fills the room with urgency.

My brother's lips find Leila's again in a searing kiss, one that holds promises that tonight, everything changes. We'll never go back to the way we were. I can't help but press closer, my patience fraying at the edges.

"If you don't move now, I'll take your place, and we both know I'm not capable of being as gentle as she needs right now." The threat is as real as the throbbing need coursing through my cock.

Leila's eyelids flutter, her gaze dazed with desire. Her fingers skim down Hudson's sculpted chest, tracing the ridges of muscles honed by years on the ice, then travel to my arm, igniting sparks where her touch grazes my skin.

"Are you ready for us?" Hudson's question hangs in the air, a dangerous temptation wrapped in velvet.

"Please," her voice barely above a whisper, but it crashes into me like a tidal wave.

Laying down beside her, I watch Hudson flip her over with a gentle command. She lies there, exposed, vulnerable, so innocent that it claws at my restraint. Her smile, sleepy and content, is directed at me, and something fierce grips my chest.

"Do you want to taste how sweet you are?" I murmur, not waiting for her response because I'm desperate to kiss her.

I capture her mouth, my tongue tangling with hers, offering her the sweetness of her own arousal. Her cry vibrates against my lips, a sound so pure and raw it carves into my soul.

My gaze drifts downward just as Hudson positions himself behind her; his big hand looks even more massive as he presses down on the small of her back. With a powerful thrust, he sinks into her, stretching, filling, and claiming our sister. Her body bows beneath him, a beautiful arch of surrender that makes my heart hammer against my ribs.

"You're taking him like such a good girl, Leila," I murmur, my voice low and rough with desire. My fingers brush a stray lock of hair from her flushed face, tucking it behind her ear. The clip I'd placed there earlier lies discarded on the rumpled sheets. Confusion flickers in her eyes, probably because, for the longest time, I haven't touched her in a gentle or loving way.

I can't ignore the pang of guilt that clenches at me, knowing that for too long my touch brought her fear, not pleasure. But tonight, I'm rewriting our history, one caress at a time. My hand finds the delicate column of her throat, encircling it gently with a promise, not a threat. Below my palm, I feel the rhythm of Hudson's movements, each thrust echoing through her body.

"Ah, fuck… she's so tight," Hudson groans, his voice tight with barely contained ecstasy. "If I hadn't already come twice tonight, I wouldn't be able to last.”

"Do you want more?" I whisper against her lips, my own voice strained with need. "Do you want your brother deeper inside you?"

Reaching under her, I lift her hips, positioning her onto her hands and knees. This new angle grants Hudson deeper access, and he takes full advantage, his growls vibrating through the room as he grips her hips, and I can't wait to kiss the bruises that will be there in the morning.

"God, Leila, you feel fucking amazing…" Hudson's praise is fervent, his fingers digging into her flesh as if to brand her.

"Fill our sister up with your come," I command in a voice thick with lust. "I want to fuck her with your come dripping out of her."

The rawness of my words pushes Hudson over the edge, his body tensing as he leans over Leila's back. He drives into her with a ferocity that borders on desperation, his groans are primal as his orgasm shakes his body. "We're going to breed you with our come, baby," he promises, each word punctuated by a deep, relentless thrust. Hudson's hand reaches for the back of her head, pressing her body down into the mattress and pressing his hips against her ass.

With a shudder that ripples through all three of us, Hudson collapses atop her and heat shimmers off of his back, his breaths ragged as they escape in a punctuated rhythm. I'm inches away, but the distance is too vast—their tangled bodies a universe of their own creation. I see it, though, the slight buckle in Leila's chest; she’s gasping beneath him, her body whispering for reprieve.

"Off," I command, my voice a low growl that sounds more animal than human even to my own ears. It scrapes out of me, clawing into the thick air of the room. With rough hands, I pry at Hudson's shoulder, rolling him over on his side. He falls onto his back, sprawling with limbs heavy as lead. His chest heaves, drawing in the oxygen that seems scarce in our shared atmosphere.

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