It changes everything and nothing simultaneously. We’ve always possessed her body, claimed every inch as ours, but now the final barrier has fallen. Her heart belongs to us as well, freely given rather than taken.
For thirty-one years, it’s been only Cyrus and me against the world—two halves of the same soul. I never imagined there could be room for anyone else in the fortress we built around ourselves.
Yet somehow she slipped through our defenses, carving a space that feels like it was always meant for her.
I pull Keira up from her knees, needing to see her face, to witness the love I now recognize has been there for weeks. Her lips are swollen, her eyes hazy with desire, but beneath that burns something infinitely more dangerous—devotion.
“I want to watch you,” I tell Cyrus.
He understands immediately, positioning Keira between us. Her back presses against my chest as Cyrus lifts her thigh, opening her to him. When he enters her, I feel her body tense. I wrap my arms around her, holding her secure while Cyrus moves within her.
We’re connected—all three of us—in a circuit of pleasure and something far more significant. My lips find her neck, tasting salt and sweetness. “We’re whole with you,” I murmur against her skin, the confession easier now that the first has broken free.
She reaches back, her hand finding my face. “I’ve never belonged anywhere until you both.”
Cyrus’s rhythm falters at her words. I recognize the vulnerability in his expression—the same trembling edge I feel within myself. We’ve never before surrendered ourselves.
Now we have, and the world has irrevocably changed.
40
CYRUS
Iwake before Keira; my body curved protectively around her back while Ace sleeps facing her.
Carefully extracting myself from the tangle of limbs, I check my phone. Felix has sent three separate reports about Kozlov’s men.
I slide out of bed and head to the office, opening our security protocols on the tablet. By the time I hear Ace’s footsteps behind me, I’ve already implemented our highest protection measures.
“How bad?” Ace asks, voice rough with sleep.
“Bad enough.” I scroll through Felix’s surveillance photos. “Kozlov’s men know her schedule. That guy watching her was one of them.”
Ace’s jaw tightens. “She’s not leaving without one of us. Not until this is handled.”
“Already done.” I show him the newly activated protocols on the screen. “Building security has her photo with strict instructions. She doesn’t leave without either you or me physically present.”
“She won’t like it.”
“I don’t give a fuck if she likes it.” The words come out harsher than intended, but the thought of Kozlov’s men gettinganywhere near Keira makes my blood run cold. “I’m not losing her.”
Ace nods. We’ve never had something to lose before. Someone who mattered more than the mission, more than ourselves.
“Did you install the tracker?” he asks.
“On her phone last night while she slept.” I run a hand through my hair. “She’s smart, though. She’ll find it.”
“Let her.” Ace’s eyes meet mine. “Better she knows we’re watching than thinks we’re keeping secrets.”
A noise from the bedroom silences us both. Moments later, Keira appears in the doorway wearing nothing but my discarded shirt. The sight still steals my breath.
“What are you doing?” She squints at the screens. “Cyrus? What is this?”
Before I can answer, her phone chimes on the desk beside me. She reaches for it, swiping through before her eyes narrow.
“You put a tracker on my phone.” It’s not a question.
She throws the phone at my chest. I catch it before it hits me, but I can’t catch the hurt in her eyes.
