Page 43 of Yours to Break

My head felt fuzzy as I degraded myself for them. “I’m a w-whore for my owners.”

“Good boy,” Hudson praised, filling me up with that warm, peaceful feeling. “Take me out using your teeth, keep those hands on the ground.”

I lightly grazed up his shaft with my teeth before biting down on his waistband and pulling the briefs down to free his cock and heavy balls. Immediately and without instruction, I sucked the tip into my mouth, groaning at the saltiness of his precum. My eyelids fluttered as I took more of his length in.

Hudson moaned from above me. “Such agood fucking boy, Ollie. Shit. I’m going to fuck your skull while Hayes fucks your pussy.” Too intently focused on the taste of the cock in my mouth, I hadn’t noticed Hayes taking his pants off and lining himself up behind my naked ass. Without any warning, he pushed in, bottoming out in one go.

At the same time, Hudson began fucking into my mouth in earnest, groaning each time I gagged around him. “Breathe through it; let me into that tight throat,” he panted, his hips slamming forward.

Hayes grunted, neither of them slowing their pace, “This is where you belong—on our cocks.” I felt like I was vibrating out of my skin, shaking—drowning—in pleasure between my twins.Mytwins. “You were never meant to be on your own.Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Jesus. Come for us, pet. Come,” his hoarse voice demanded.

My vision whited out as my orgasm hit me like a freight train. My twitching body would’ve no doubt collapsed if I hadn’t have been skewered on their dicks.

They were right; this was where I was supposed to be.

18

Hudson

Something interesting was happening. Ever since the night we’d killed that Beverly woman, Oliver had been acting differently towards us. He was as clingy as a real puppy, following us closely like he physically needed to be near us at all times.

We’d stopped clipping his leash onto his collar except for that one time he asked for it during sex. His face had been bright red, his eyes averted, as he held the leash in his palms, presenting it to Hayes. We filled him from both sides, Hayes holding the leash taut as he hammered into his ass relentlessly. I was obsessed with the panicked look on his face as I throat-fucked him, cutting off his air supply completely. He had eventually passed out, only to wake up still being used.

He snuggled into us whenever he could and raised his arms in a silent demand to be held and carried.

He hadn’t completely lost his bratty side, but actions spoke louder than words, right?

It had been a quiet day before we got the call. Oliver had fallen asleep while warming Hayes’s cock on the couch. He really was so precious. Hayes looked at him like he couldn’t believe he was real, gently petting his head. I may have taken a picture to commemorate it.

When my phone rang, the sound caused Oliver to stir slightly, mumbling around the dick in his mouth. Hayes bit his lip as Oliver suckled harder, soothing himself in his sleep. I received an angry glare from my twin as he nodded towards the hallway. It wasn’t hard to understand what he wanted—for me to get the fuck out of the living room.

By the time I was out of earshot, the call had gone to voicemail. Seeing that it had been from our brother, I tapped his contact information to call him back.

“Hey—” I started greeting him before getting cut off abruptly by his panicked tone.

“I’m sending you a GPS location. I need both of you to meet me there.”

“Okay, but what’s going on? And it can’t just be one of us?” I hated the idea of leaving Oliver at the house by himself.

Greyson clarified, his voice harsh and unyielding, “Lane—Fuck. He’s not answering me and his tracker is putting him in the middle of the woods when he’s supposed to be at the damn zoo. Something’s wrong. I just… I need you guys, please. I can’t lose him, Hudson. I can’t.” My eyebrows shot up as I listened to my normally stoic older brother’s desperate plea. Sure, Hayes and I always joked about him being dramatic, but dramatic in a movie villain way. The actual fear laced into his words surprised me.

“Okay. We’ll leave as soon as we can,” I promised, getting an affirmative grunt in response before the line went dead.

I dragged a hand down my face. Lane had better be in danger or I was going to kick his ass for pulling our attention away from our new pet.

Sighing, I walked back to the living room to inform Hayes that he needed to put his cock away.

As I entered, he sent me a quizzical glance.

“Who was it?” he asked, fingers playing with the brown curls on his lap.

I sighed, already feeling rudely inconvenienced by whatever this was. “Grey needs us somewhere—now, apparently. He thinks Lane is dying or something. Says he needs both of us.”

Hayes closed his eyes, his frown lines pronounced. “Dammit. Did you tell him I’m fucking busy right now?” His raised voice startled Oliver awake.

Pulling off of Hayes, he sleepily asked, “What’s going on?”

“Lane,” I grumbled, causing his eyes to clear from his sleepy haze.

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