“My turn,” I announce, voice calm despite the hunger clawing at my insides.
As Cyrus withdraws, I note the evidence of his release trickling down her thighs. I lift Keira effortlessly, positioning her above my lap so the entire table can witness what’s about to happen.
“You’re going to take me here,” I whisper against her ear. “Show everyone how perfectly your ass accepts me.”
She whimpers as I lower her slowly onto my cock, her body offering delicious resistance before yielding.
“Look at you,” I murmur, fully seated inside her now. “Filled with our cum, marked inside and out.”
Her walls clench around me at my words, drawing a rare, uncontrolled sound from my throat. Something about this woman breaks through my carefully maintained composure.
Usually, we keep our playthings for a week or two at most. It satisfies the craving to share, to conquer as one. But watching Keira take everything we give her, sensing how perfectly she complements both of us, I find myself considering something unprecedented.
A year. A full year of claiming her.
We’ve shared many women, Cyrus and me. That’s our arrangement—what’s his is mine, what’s mine is his. But we’ve never wanted exclusivity. Never needed it.
Until now.
I grip her hips tighter, bouncing her on my cock as I contemplate this unwelcome thought. She responds with such perfect submission that my resolve weakens further.
The thought circles my mind as I thrust upward: what would it be like to keep her, just for us, beyond the fleeting satisfaction we typically allow ourselves?
“Fuck,” I growl, slamming harder inside her ass as she comes hard, pushing me over with her. “Such a filthy anal slut.”
I watch as Cyrus lifts Keira off my lap, his eyes dark with fresh hunger despite having just spent himself inside her. The evidence of our shared pleasure glistens on her thighs, marking her as ours.
“Your pussy’s dripping with my cum,” he tells her, voice rough as he positions her over his hardening cock again. “Time to add more.”
Around us, Ravenwood’s elite watch with undisguised lust—bankers adjusting themselves beneath tailored pants, socialites with flushed cheeks sliding hands between their thighs. TheHunt’s feast has become exactly what it was designed to be: a display of carnal dominance.
“Look at them all,” I whisper in Keira’s ear as Cyrus impales her once more. “Watching how thoroughly we’re claiming you. How many loads do you think we can pump into that tight little body before the Hunt ends?”
She moans, the sound echoing across the room where Xavier has Mira bouncing on his lap at the head of the table. Beside them, Vane grips Lia’s hips with bruising force, whispering something that makes her shudder visibly.
“The mayor’s gone,” I inform her, nodding toward where Cora rides Dominic’s cock while Ryder and Liam take turns feeding their cocks into her mouth. “Couldn’t stomach watching his daughter getting passed between three men. But we’re all still here, breeding our prizes.”
Knox has Bianca facing him, her back to the table as she grinds against him. Even Elliot and Julian have found their rhythm, with Elliot seated on Julian’s lap, his cock hard as steel.
“When Cyrus finishes,” I promise her, “I’m going to fill you again. We’ll keep you so full you’ll be leaking our cum for days.”
Cyrus’s pace quickens; his hands splayed possessively across her stomach. “Fucking take it,” he growls. “Take every drop I give you.”
I slide my hand between their bodies, finding her swollen clit. “Remember whose you are,” I tell her as she trembles on the edge. “We own this body now. Every hole. Every orgasm.”
I watch as Cyrus empties himself into Keira’s cunt for the second time at the table, his face contorted in a primal expression I rarely see outside our hunts. The moment he withdraws, I’m already grabbing her and positioning my cock at her ass.
“My turn again,” I state, voice rougher than intended.
Without ceremony, I drive into her ass. She gasps, her body tensing before yielding to me completely. The tightness is exquisite—better than any previous conquest.
“Look at him,” Cyrus tells her, gripping her chin to force her gaze toward me. “He can’t get enough of you. Neither can I.”
It’s an unexpected admission from both of us. I don’t typically lose composure during these events. The Hunt has always been a calculated exercise—enjoyable but controlled. With Keira, something fundamental has shifted.
“Your holes were made for us,” I growl, fingers digging into her hips with bruising force as I slam deeper into her ass. “For our cocks. Our cum.”
Cyrus kneels before her, spreading her pussy lips to watch his seed leak from her. The sight drives me to thrust harder, abandoning my usual measured pace for something feral.
