Chapter 13 Ace
ACE
The feast hall gleams under crystal chandeliers, the long glass table not hiding the entertainment we provide.
I adjust myself in the plush chair, watching my brother sink deeper into Keira’s willing body.
Her back arches as he fucks her while she sits on his lap, her hands splayed across the glass surface for balance.
“You’re being so good for my brother,” I murmur, stroking her hair while Cyrus lifts her up and down his dick. “Everyone’s watching how perfectly you take his cock.”
The observation makes her clench around him—I can tell by how Cyrus’s rhythm falters momentarily. She likes being watched. Another delicious discovery about our dancer.
Across the table, Mayor Pike’s daughter writhes between three hunters, her political pedigree making her conquest particularly satisfying to those with grievances against her father.
But it’s Elliot and Julian who keep drawing my attention. Julian has Elliot on his lap, wearing a black silk shirt, riding his dick. I’ve always appreciated male beauty as much as female, and the sight stirs something primal in me.
“Enjoying the view?” Cyrus asks, voice strained as he continues fucking our prize.
“You know I am,” I reply, not bothering to hide my interest. “Reminds me of Milan. That curator and his assistant.”
Cyrus smirks, recognizing the memory of men we once shared. “Your turn soon enough,” he promises.
Keira’s eyes follow my gaze to the men, pupils dilating further at the realization that my tastes extend beyond women. I cup her chin, forcing her attention back to me.
“Don’t worry, little dancer. We share everything, but we’ve claimed you exclusively. For now.”
When Julian pushes into Elliot, the art dealer’s controlled facade crumbles into raw pleasure. It’s a masterpiece worthy of his gallery—two of Ravenwood’s most composed men reduced to animal need.
“After I’m done with you,” I tell Keira, “Perhaps we’ll introduce you to some new games.”
Cyrus’s pace quickens, his fingers digging into Keira’s hips as he reaches his climax. I watch the familiar tension build across his shoulders, the way his head tips back when he surrenders to pleasure. He drives deep one final time, emptying himself inside her with a guttural groan.
“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. The Hunt’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.
“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 she awakened 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.”