Page 17 of Brothers' Brat

Sensations tug me back to consciousness before my eyes even dare to open. A steady warmth pulses inside me, filling me with an unmistakable fullness that's both shocking and achingly familiar. I can't help but press back slightly, seeking more of the delicious pressure, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I realize—it's Hudson. My brothers may be twins, but I can tell their touch apart from one another in an instant.

"Last night wasn't a fever dream," I murmur, my voice hoarse with sleep and satiation. Until this moment, I wasn't sure if I'd dreamed up how gentle they were when they used my body last night. It was so unlike them, yet everything I'd wished for.

"Last night was the realest thing we've ever experienced," Hudson whispers, his voice like velvet against my ear. "We meant it, Leila. You can try to go back on everything, but we won't let you. You're ours and we're done letting you pretend you're not." Hudson's arm is like a bar of muscle across my middle, holding me to him, and I feel a zing of pleasure move straight to my clit and warm pressure on my nipple.

My lids lift lazily, surrendering to the filtered light that bathes the room in the soft glow of the morning. The sight that greets me sends a surge of heat through my veins. Hayden, sprawled next to me, his mouth worshiping my body with slow, deliberate attention. His tongue swirls around one nipple, then the other, each stroke igniting tiny sparks that travel straight between my legs where Hudson remains buried inside me, unmoving yet incredibly hard.

"Insatiable," I breathe out, the word a husky laugh, coated in wonder and want. I don't know what I expected would happen once we finally crossed the line, but this feeling of unimaginable bliss was not on my radar.

"Can you blame us?" Hayden counters, his voice low as he pauses his ministrations, peering up at me through those intense blue eyes. There's a mischievous glint there, one that promises more than just morning affection.

I can't, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction, so instead of answering him, I let my hand find its way into his tousled hair, fingers sifting through the dark strands. He returns to my breasts, biting down gently before releasing me with a playful grin that has my heart racing.

I gasp, not from pain but from the jolt of pleasure that spikes through me. Hayden knows just how to push me, and what my body likes.

A shiver tiptoes down my spine, and Hudson's voice rumbles against the curve of my neck. "Fuck, her pussy clenches when you bite her. She likes it." His breath is a humid whisper on my skin, making every hair stand at attention."Quit that or I'm gonna need to fuck her again," he groans, his hips pressing into me with deliberate intent. There's no movement, no thrust–just the unyielding hardness of him filling me completely. The sensation has me moaning softly, the sound escaping like a secret confessed in the dark.

"Again?" I manage to breathe out; something feels like they're sharing a secret I'm not in on. "You mean since last night?”

"We've been up all night," Hayden murmurs, his voice low and rough with satisfaction. His lips dip down to graze my belly button as he speaks, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across my flesh. "Taking turns… fucking you… filling you."

"Couldn't get enough," Hudson adds, his lips pressing against the nape of my neck in a kiss so possessive that it brands me. "Even if we spent all day and night inside you."

A sharp intake of breath escapes me as Hayden's lips envelop my nipple one final time, the moist warmth of his mouth an exquisite contrast to the cool air of the bedroom. His tongue swirls with deliberate movements before he releases me with a pop that echoes. The sound sends a warm flush cascading down my chest, painting my skin in a way I can see that he's fond of.

The bed shifts as Hayden rises, the loss of his heat immediate. My whine fills the void left by his absence. It's a sound that tugs at something primal within Hudson, whose chuckle is a deep, resonant sound that vibrates through his chest and into my back as he pulls me closer.

"Miss him already?" Hudson's arms encircle me, a cage of muscle I never want to escape as I watch Hayden's retreating form. Hayden pauses, half-turned, and drags a hand down his abdomen to grasp himself. His fingers curl around his length looking me pointedly in the eyes. Hudson's voice rumbles deep in his chest, vibrating against my spine, "I can feel you clenching around me… because you're looking at him. Do you need Hayden to stretch your pussy again?"

"Fuck," Hayden exhales, the word hanging heavy in the air, charged with the raw energy that simmers between us before he turns and disappears from view.

Embarrassed that they caught me, I nuzzle back against Hudson, feeling the press of him, solid and insistent, as he nudges deeper inside me. My body responds instinctively, tightening around him, and his own breath hitches in response.

"That's my good girl," Hudson says, his words laced with satisfaction. His kiss lands on my shoulder, a branding that sears through the thin barrier of my flesh and etches into my bones.

Hudson's movements are a slow burn this time, igniting my senses one by one. His cock slides in and out with a rhythm that's both deliberate and tender, like he's memorizing the shape of me from the inside. His lips find the curve of my neck, each kiss a mark of possession and apology.

"How does this feel?" His voice is a gravelly whisper against my skin, sending shivers down my back.

"You feel perfect," I breathe out, my voice brimming with emotion I've been holding back from my brothers for what seems like a miserable eternity. "I've missed you both so much."

Haden's grip tightens around me, an almost imperceptible flinch at my words. "We're sorry, Leila. It won't ever be like before." Regret laces his tone, and it squeezes my heart.

"Sorry for what?" I need to hear him say it. I need to know everything he feels for me without any of us hiding what truly lies beneath.

"Thinking you didn't want us," he admits, his green eyes meeting mine in a silent plea for forgiveness. "We were wrong. We spent so much time trying to break you instead of trying to understand why you were scared. The curse means nothing. We want you because you're ours, there's no other explanation. You'll always be ours."

A surge of warmth floods through me. "I've always wanted you, too. Both of you."

He presses his forehead into the crook of my neck, an intimate connection that feels more intimate than the way his cock is pushing inside me right now. "We know that now."

Our moment of intimacy is shattered by the clomp of boots on the hardwood floor and the bedroom door swinging open. Hayden stands there naked except for Hudson's snow-covered boots. The absurdity of the sight tugs at my lips, a giggle escaping despite the intensity of moments ago with Hudson.

"Are those my boots?" Hudson's voice is equal parts annoyance and amusement as he props himself up on an elbow to glare at his twin.

Hayden rolls his blue eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "Obviously. I don't want mine getting all soggy."

"Did you walk out to the Jeep naked?" I raise an eyebrow because it must be freezing out there.

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