I’m on her in an instant, drawn like a magnet to the sight of those spread thighs. All thoughts of Kozlov, Xavier, and threats evaporate as I grip her thighs and yank her to the edge of the bed.
“Who gets her first?” Ace asks, his voice strained with need.
“Me,” I growl, positioning myself at her entrance. I slide in with one powerful thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Keira gasps, her back arching off the mattress. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
Her pussy grips me like a vise as I establish a brutal rhythm, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. Ace kneels beside her head, his fingers tangled in her hair as he claims her mouth in a bruising kiss.
“My turn,” Ace says after a minute.
I pull out reluctantly, my cock glistening with her arousal. Before Ace takes my place, I lean down and capture Keira’s mouth. Her tongue dances with mine, eager and demanding.
“Don’t stop,” she whimpers against my mouth.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” I promise, moving aside as Ace positions himself between her thighs.
Ace drives into her with precision, his strokes measured where mine were wild. I watch her face contort with pleasure, her eyes rolling back as he hits that spot that makes her come undone.
“Kiss her,” I command, and Ace bends forward, consuming her moans while maintaining his rhythm.
When he pulls back, I’m already moving into position again. We transition seamlessly, Ace withdrawing as I thrust back in, barely giving her a second to register the change before I’m fucking her hard again.
I claim her mouth this time, swallowing her cries as Ace watches, stroking himself beside us. Her pussy clenches around me, signaling she’s close. I break the kiss.
“Trade,” I tell Ace, who’s already moving to take my place.
We switch again, the movement so fluid it’s like we’re one entity with two bodies. Keira’s eyes are glazed, lost in the continuous pleasure of never being empty for more than a heartbeat.
We switch again, my body replacing Ace’s in one fluid motion. Keira’s heat welcomes me, her walls pulsing around my cock like she’s pulling me deeper. I grab her hips hard enough to bruise, driving into her with an intensity that surprises even me.
It hits me then, watching her face contort with pleasure—this isn’t just fucking anymore. This is something else entirely.
“Mine,” I growl, the word ripping from my throat before I can stop it. “Ours.”
Her eyes lock with mine, clear despite the haze of pleasure. Something passes between us—recognition, acceptance, need. I’ve seen that look before, but only in one other person’s eyes.
Ace.
The realization knocks the breath from my lungs. What started as a hunt, as a conquest, has become something I never expected. Keira matters. Not as a possession, not as a toy—she matters in that bone-deep, visceral way that only Ace has ever mattered before.
I’d kill for her. Die for her. Tear apart anyone who threatened her.
Fuck.
I glance at Ace, finding his gaze already on me. He sees it too—this shift that’s happened without either of us noticing. For thirty-one years, it’s been the two of us against the world. The only person I’d ever sacrifice everything for was my twin. The only life that mattered besides my own was his.
Now there’s Keira.
When Xavier implied she might be in danger, it wasn’t just anger I felt—it was terror. Gut-wrenching terror that someone might take her from us. From me.
I thrust harder, claiming her body while my mind reels with the revelation. This woman, whom we hunted and claimed like countless others before her, has somehow laid a claim on us.
25
KEIRA
Icurl deeper into the couch’s corner, wrapped in one of Cyrus’s sweaters that drowns my frame. The penthouse feels too quiet when the twins aren’t home. I’ve gotten used to their constant presence—to Ace’s measured movements and Cyrus’s restless energy filling the space around me.
My thumb scrolls mindlessly through Instagram, pausing occasionally on dance videos I’ve saved for choreography inspiration. Three more hours until they’re back from whatever job Xavier assigned them today. They don’t share details, and I’ve stopped asking.
