“Already hard again,” Cyrus murmurs, stroking himself back to fullness while watching me ravage her. “Need to fill you again.”
Seven years of Hunts. Dozens of women. None has reduced us to this—insatiable beasts returning to the same prey. We’ve never been this consumed, this desperate to mark and claim.
“You’ve ruined us,” I tell her, the admission torn from somewhere dangerously close to weakness. “Made us fucking animals.”
Cyrus laughs, dark and knowing. “You feel it too.”
I don’t answer. Don’t need to. We’ve always shared this connection—knowing each other’s thoughts without words. And we both recognize this hunt has become something unprecedented.
Keira takes everything we give her, her body responding with perfect submission to our increasingly savage demands. I feel my control slipping further, descending into something primitive as my release builds again.
I feel something fundamental shifting inside me. The calculated precision I’ve always prided myself on has shattered, replaced by a primal need I’ve never allowed myself to feel before.
Around us, Ravenwood’s elite continue their own debauchery, but they’ve faded to background noise. All that exists is this woman—her scent, her sounds, her body yielding perfectly to mine and Cyrus’s demands.
I lean forward, my chest pressed against her sweat-slicked back, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. She shivers, those muscles clenching around my cock in response.
“I can feel you getting close,” I growl, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Such a perfect little fucktoy, coming on command for us.”
She whimpers, the sound traveling straight to my core. Cyrus catches my eye across her trembling body, his expression mirroring how I feel. We’ve hunted together for years, claimed countless women and men between us, but this—this is different.
I grip her hair, yanking her head back to expose the column of her throat where our marks already bloom like violent flowers.
“Listen carefully,” I whisper, my voice dropping to a register meant only for her. “This isn’t ending when the Hunt does. We’re keeping you—filling these holes with our cum whenever we want, marking this body as ours alone.”
Her pulse jumps beneath my grip, her entire body tightening around me.
“Your cunt, your ass, your mouth—they belong to us now. Forever. We’re never letting you go, little dancer. Never getting enough of you.”
The words feel like a vow carved from something dangerous and ancient inside me—something I never knew existed until sheawakened it. My calculated existence has been unmade, replaced by this carnal promise.
“You’re ours now,” I finish, the finality in my voice stunning me. “Until we’ve fucked every last dance out of you.”
14
CYRUS
The orgy room pulses with anticipation as the claiming ceremony is underway. I can barely contain myself, my body still humming with need despite the endless hours we’ve spent marking every inch of Keira’s flesh. She stands between us, trembling with exhaustion, her skin decorated with our bruises and bites—a canvas of our possession.
“Still not enough,” I whisper against her hair, inhaling the scent of sex and sweat and us. My cock stiffens painfully against my formal pants. “Need more of you.”
Keira’s legs nearly buckle. Three days of our relentless attention have drained her, yet her eyes still darken when I grip her hip. She’s perfect—responsive even when broken down to pure instinct.
Ace shoots me a warning glance, his composure firmly back in place while I’m still riding the high of our conquest. How can he be so contained when she’s standing right here, ours for the taking again? The banquet’s formalities were torture—watching her pick at food while all I wanted was to throw her across the table and feast on her instead.
Knox Blackwood signals us forward. Around the room, other hunters present their chosen prey, but none compare to our Keira. Her black dress clings to curves now marked by our hands.
“It’s time,” Ace says, his voice deceivingly calm, though I know better. The muscle working in his jaw betrays his restraint.
Excitement pulses through me. “We hunted you through the maze,” I tell her. “And now we’ll claim you together.”
Ace steps forward, his voice carrying through the hall with authority I can never master. “We claim Keira Valentino for the full year.”
A year. Maybe indefinitely. She’s ours now, officially and completely.
I grip her waist tighter as we guide her onto the mirrored dais, my eyes meeting hers in the reflection beneath our feet. The hunger there matches my own, despite everything.
We guide Keira forward to the central platform, where all claims are finalized. The polished mirrors of the dais reflect her from every angle—her flushed skin, the slight limp in her walk from our attentions, the bruise at her throat where I left my mark mere hours ago.
