Page 22 of Brothers' Brat

"Make me come all over your cocks," I gasp out, raw need clawing from my throat. The room spins, tightens around us; everything narrows until all I can see and feel is the two of them.

Just how my brothers like it.

Hayden's breath hitches as he leans back, his gaze locked on mine. His cock nudges further inside my swollen, stretched opening, and I feel him pushing into me alongside Hudson's relentless thrusts. Pain laces with pleasure, and the look on my face ignites that dark look in Hayden's eyes, the one that flares when he knows he's pushed me beyond my limits.

"Fuck, so tight," he grunts, muscles straining as he inches deeper. His hand finds my clit, fingers circling with an intensity that borders on cruelty.

"Leila, take us." Hudson's voice is low, commanding, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust that drives Hayden further inside. "You were made for this."

I can't form words anymore because my world is reduced to sensation. All I can focus on is the fullness, the stretch, the slick heat of them moving within me. Their rhythm starts gentle, a mercy I know won't last. My chest heaves, trying to accommodate the onslaught, but oxygen seems trivial when every nerve ending in my whole body is screaming for release.

"We're going to make you come so fucking hard," Hayden vows, and I believe him because his hands are skilled, his movements deliberate. He spits on my clit, a crude act that sends a shockwave through my core. The wetness allows his fingers to glide with ease, stoking the fire that threatens to consume me.

My brothers' pace builds, rougher, more insistent. Every thrust jolts through me like a live wire. Hayden's palm smacks my clit, and it's the catalyst, the final push that sends me spiraling over the edge into an orgasm stronger than any I've ever experienced.

"Hayden, Hudson!"

"Fuck!" they roar together as they fill me at the same time with hot spurts painting my insides, marking me as theirs.

The world tilts, and the bed shifts, and I whine when I feel the loss of them withdrawing from inside my heat. Sweat slicks my back as Hayden slides behind me, his chest a solid presence that anchors my still-trembling body. Hudson's gaze, those deep green pools, holds mine with an unwavering connection that feels as if it could reach right through to my soul.

"Baby," Hudson whispers, his voice a low vibration that resonates within me. The way he says my name is possessive, filled with an emotion so raw and unguarded that I know without a doubt that I belong to him.

"Shh. You're my good girl, just relax," Hayden murmurs into my ear, his breath hot against my skin, and it's only then I realize how heavily I'm breathing. His arms snake around me, one hand resting possessively on my abdomen, the other drawing lazy circles along my arm.

I can feel the thud of Hayden's heartbeat against my spine, the rhythm syncing with Hudson's, which pulses under my palm where it rests on his chest.

"Was it too much?" Hudson's voice is barely audible, and I'm not sure if he's asking me or Hayden. They still have that funny little habit of talking to each other about me like I'm not right there listening, hanging on their every word.

"We're never too much for Leila," Hayden assures Hudson without missing a beat. He smooths a lock of hair from my forehead. "You're perfect, Leila. So fucking perfect for us."

Nestled between them, I should feel trapped, smothered, but instead, there's a sense of belonging that seeps into my pores, seductive and heady. I used to think the way they wanted to possess me was too dark, too intense.

But the darkness isn't scary with my brothers.

It's home.