Page 63 of Yours to Break

“Mhm. Thank you… for everything. I mean it. I still don’t agree with your methods of starting a relationship, but I’m glad it happened. Because now I have you two, and maybe I am brainwashed, but I love you. Seriously, though, do you guys understand how lucky you are that I like all your weird kinks? Blah, I hate saying that. But what if I were a Dom?”

Hayes chuckled, “It’s strikingly clear you’re a submissive, pet. We clocked it the first time we saw you. But you’re right, not all subs like the other pieces.”

“You were meant for us, so what else would you be but perfectly compatible with us?” Hudson mused.

Later, when they curled around me in bed, everything softened. Hudson’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist, anchoring me. Hayes’s lips found the crown of my head. And in the stillness, I let myself believe that maybe—just maybe—I didn’t have to keep running.

Maybe I was finally home.

The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow from the hallway. Hayes’s fingers traced lazy patterns on my hip where my soft t-shirt had ridden up. I could feel Hudson’s breath on the back of my neck—steady, warm, in sync with mine.

“Still with us, baby?” Hayes murmured. His voice was velvety and warm. I knew that he wasn’t asking for consent. He was asking if I washere.

“I’m with you,” I whispered.

Yeah. I was home.

Hudson’s hand slid beneath my shirt, fingertips dragging lightly up my spine. Hayes leaned in, brushing his nose along my jaw. My body trembled, not from the lingering pain, but from my world shifting, slotting into place. The same way my body fit perfectly between theirs.

Hayes’s mouth met mine softly, like he was afraid I’d break. My fingers curled into his shirt and pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, and I heard Hudson’s low exhale behind me. His hand moved from my back to my chest, palm searing heat into my skin as it splayed over my heart.

“You feel that?” he asked, lips ghosting my ear. “That’s ours; just as ours belong to you, Oliver.”

“You complete us,” Hayes said between kisses down my throat. “Our missing piece. Our beautiful, beautiful boy. Absolutely perfect.” My core burned from all the praise.

I turned toward Hudson and took his lips in an unhurried, indulgent kiss. The heat between the three of us bloomed like wildfire.

And I didn’t feel small or afraid or unsure.

I felt seen. Claimed.

And for once in my life, truly safe.

Hayes brushed his fingers through my hair, lightly scratching my scalp. My breath hitched when Hudson’s hand slid to the side of my face, calloused thumb brushing just below my eye. A moment later, Hayes’s hand slipped beneath his, intertwining their fingers and making my voice strain with emotion.

“I don’t want to fuck again tonight,” I confessed, barely louder than a breath. They moved in closer. Hayes pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth—tentative, lingering—and Hudson followed, resting his forehead against my fevered temple. It was all warmth and gravity.

Grounding.

“Do you want anything to happen or do you want to go to sleep?” Hayes spoke against my shoulder and he sucked love bites into my skin.

“I like… this.”

“Tell us what exactly you want,” Hudson said, his voice low and rough at the edges. “Let us worship you tonight, pet. Nice and slow.”

I shivered, sucking my bottom lip into my teeth. “Just… don’t stop touching me. Please.”

“We weren’t planning to,” Hudson said, already pushing the waistband of my pajama pants down. “We’re going to learn every single way to make you feel good, baby. You just have to stay right here and let us. Stay with us forever.”

“I’m scared this is just a dream,” I whispered, a little embarrassed at the confession.

Hayes’s hand slid against my lower back, stroking soothing circles on my skin. “We’re not going anywhere. Not unless you kill us.”

A shaky laugh slipped from my lips before I could stop it. “I don’t think I could.” I let my eyes fall closed, breathing in the warmth of their bodies and the quiet surrounding us. “You really mean it?” I asked, barely above a whisper. “You’ll keep me forever?”

“Forever,” Hudson said.

“And even a little longer,” Hayes added, pulling me tighter.

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