The energy in the room electrifies my skin as I lean close to Ace, watching Keira’s bruised, beautiful body displayed on the mirrored dais. Her eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion, but the hunger in them hasn’t dimmed.
“Let’s both take her ass,” I whisper, the thought making my cock twitch painfully against my formal pants. “Together. We haven’t done that yet.”
Ace’s expression hardens as he considers. “No. Not yet.” His voice carries that familiar tone of calculated restraint. “We take our time with that. Prepare her properly.”
I growl my frustration but understand his logic. Keira’s been through enough during the Hunt—we’ve broken her in ways Inever thought possible, but there are still limits to what her body can take in one session.
“Fine. One in each, then.” I flash her a predatory smile. “You take ass, I’ll take pussy.”
We position her on all fours, her reflection multiplied infinitely in the mirrored floor and ceiling. Ace crouches higher up over her, mounting her just like I had in the Pit. I kneel behind her, and when I slide into her heat, the sensation is different, knowing Ace is right there, filling her other entrance. Our rhythms synchronize instinctively.
I grip her hips, feeling Ace’s knuckles brush against mine as he holds her steady. The connection pulses between us—not just through Keira’s body, but through blood, through the twin bond that’s defined our existence. Every thrust feels like completion, like we’re two parts of one whole, finally united.
Our breathing falls into perfect harmony. This isn’t just about fucking her—it’s about possession, about claiming, about marking what belongs to us both.
Keira whimpers, her body trying to accommodate both our cocks, separated by nothing but a thin wall of flesh. I feel Ace through her, and I know he feels me. It’s transcendent—sharing her completely, using her together, our bodies connected through hers.
I grip Keira’s hips tighter, feeling her body tremble between us. The mirrors reflect her face from every angle—mouth parted, eyes glazed with a mix of pain and pleasure. Sweat glistens on her skin as we drive into her from both sides.
“You like being stuffed full of cock, don’t you?” I growl against her ear, my hips snapping forward. “Tell us how much you love being filled by both your masters.”
Keira whimpers, struggling to form words as Ace and I establish a punishing rhythm.
“Answer him,” Ace demands, his voice ice to my fire as he drives deeper into her ass. “Tell us who owns this body.”
“You do,” she gasps, her words breaking on a moan. “Both of you—fuck—own me.”
I grab her hair, yanking her head back so I can see her face in the mirrored ceiling. “And these holes? Who do they belong to?”
“Only you,” she cries out as I hit something deep inside her. “Only the Dexter twins.”
“That’s right,” I snarl, feeling my control slipping. “And we’re going to ruin you for anyone else. No one will ever fuck you the way we do.”
Ace reaches around, his fingers finding her clit while his other hand grips her throat. “You’re going to come for us. Show everyone watching who makes you fall apart.”
I feel her walls tightening around me, her body tensing. “That’s it, take both our cocks like the perfect little slut you are.”
“I can feel you getting close,” Ace whispers against her other ear. “I can feel you squeezing my brother’s cock.”
She’s shaking now, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
“Come for us,” I command, slamming into her harder. “Now.”
Her body shudders between us, her pussy clenching around my cock in violent pulses. Then I feel it—the rush of heat and wetness flooding around my shaft, soaking my balls and thighs as she squirts uncontrollably.
“Fuck yes,” I groan, maintaining my pace through her release. “Marking us with your pleasure. Good girl.”
I lose myself completely as my release tears through me, pumping deep inside Keira’s tight pussy while Ace fills her ass. My vision blurs at the edges as I empty myself into her.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl, still buried to the hilt inside her.
Ace holds her hips steady as we both finish, his composed facade cracking enough for me to see the same savage satisfaction in his eyes that I know burns in mine.
When we finally withdraw, Keira collapses, her body trembling. I gather her into my arms before she can hit the mirrored floor, cradling her against my chest. Her skin is feverish against mine, slick with sweat and marked with evidence of our possession.
Ace moves to her other side, and together we lift her between us. Her head lolls back, those violet-blue eyes half-lidded and dazed. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than Keira Valentino thoroughly claimed by both of us.
“Ours,” I murmur against her temple, my voice rough with emotion I can’t contain.