I chuckle against her flesh, the vibration making her gasp. “We’re just getting started, little dancer.”
Her moans grow louder, less controlled with every lash of my tongue. “Oh god... Cyrus... Ace...”
Hearing our names from her lips while I feast on her sends a surge of possessiveness through me so strong I nearly come in my pants. I pull back, breathing hard, my face slick with her arousal.
I look up at Ace, whose eyes burn as he watches her writhe. “Brother,” I say, my voice wrecked with need, “fill her mouth with your cock while I finish what I started.”
I watch Ace’s face as understanding flashes in his eyes. He releases one of Keira’s wrists, using his free hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free—thick, hard, and a mirror image of my own. I’ve never given it much thought before, that we’re identical right down to our cocks.
“Open,” Ace commands, his voice silky with menace.
She hesitates, her lips trembling. Ace doesn’t wait. He grabs her jaw, thumb pressing into the hinge until her mouth opens on a gasp and shoves his cock between her lips in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he bottoms out in her throat. “Take it all, little dancer.”
Her throat convulses around him, eyes watering as she gags. Ace doesn’t relent, holding himself deep until her face turns red before pulling back just enough to let her snatch a breath.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his controlled facade cracking as he begins to fuck her face in earnest. “We’re going to use every hole until you can’t remember your name.”
I dive back between her legs, my tongue finding her clit with unerring precision. She moans around Ace’s cock, the vibration making him curse. This is what we always do—reduce our prey to nothing more than a collection of holes to be used. But something feels different this time. The way my heart pounds against my ribs. The way I can’t get enough of her taste.
I slide three fingers inside her now, stretching her, preparing her for what’s to come. Her cunt grips me tight, pulsing with each thrust. Above me, Ace establishes a brutal rhythm, his cock disappearing into her throat again and again.
“She’s taking it so well, brother,” Ace says, voice strained with pleasure. “Born for this—for us.”
I curl my fingers inside her, feeling her whole body tense on the edge of release. “That’s it, little dancer. Come for us.”
And on cue, she does come hard, squirting into my mouth without warning. The flood of her release hits my tongue, cascading down my chin as her body shakes violently. The taste of her—raw, primal, perfect—makes something snap inside me. I growl against her flesh, the sound barely human, vibrating from deep in my chest.
“Fuck!” I pull back just enough to watch her cunt pulse and gush, my fingers still buried to the knuckles inside her. “That’s it, little dancer. Give me everything.”
I dive back in, lapping up her release like a man possessed. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, desperate to be inside her. The way her body clamps down on my fingers, thesweet-salt taste flooding my senses—it’s driving me to the edge of sanity.
Above me, Ace’s rhythm falters as her throat constricts around him. His control slips for a moment, a rare crack in his perfect composure. Our eyes meet over her trembling body, and I see my own hunger reflected there.
I pull my fingers from her cunt, watching how her hole clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled again. My hands shake as I unbuckle my belt, unzipping my pants to free my painfully hard cock.
“Get ready, little dancer,” I growl, positioning myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her soaked folds. “We’re just getting started. By the time this Hunt is over, you’ll be ruined for anyone else.”
I press forward, feeling the tight resistance of her body. She’s so fucking tight, even after coming so hard. The thought of stretching every one of her holes, of Ace and me taking her together, filling her completely—it has me on the edge before I’ve even pushed all the way in.
Seventy-one hours to claim every inch of her. To mark her inside and out as ours. My cock twitches at the thought, pre-cum leaking as I prepare to thrust home.
7
KEIRA
I’m split open, filled from both ends, unable to scream or even breathe properly as Cyrus slams into me from behind. His cock stretches me impossibly wide, a burning invasion that sends electric shocks up my spine. My mind fractures, unable to process the dual assault of Ace’s relentless rhythm in my throat and his brother’s brutal entry.
“Take it all, little dancer,” Ace growls, his fingers tangled painfully in my hair.
I can’t answer—can only gag and struggle for breath as he uses my mouth like it belongs to him. Tears stream down my face, but it’s not fear making them fall. It’s the overwhelming sensation of being consumed completely.
Behind me, Cyrus groans, the sound almost pained as he bottoms out inside me. “So. Fucking. Tight.” Each word punctuated with a thrust that rocks me forward onto his brother’s cock.
I’m pinned between them, helpless and split open, used like a doll. Yet something primal blooms in my chest—a dark flower of power unfurling with each grunt and curse they make. These dangerous men, these hunters, are losing control because of me. For me.
Ace’s controlled movements are giving way to animal need. Cyrus is already gone—feral, his fingers digging bruises into my hips as he pounds into me. The pain blurs with pleasure until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
