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I barely had time to pull my pants back up before she reached them, practically tackling Callum in her desperation. He caught her easily, his arms encircling her naked form as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding against him with mindless need.

"Nest," she panted between frantic kisses to his neck, his jaw, anywhere she could reach. "Take me to the nest. All of you. Now."

Archer's ice-blue eyes met mine over Sierra's shoulder, a silent communication passing between us. It had begun in earnest. Her heat was here.

The next few days would push all of us to our limits.

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Archer

Ipulled Sierra from Callum's arms, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist like a vise. The raw need in her eyes was unlike anything I'd seen before—pure, primal, and completely unfiltered. Her silver hair was wild around her face, her skin flushed with heat that radiated against me like a furnace.

"Archer," she gasped, my name on her lips sounding like both plea and prayer. Her hips rolled against mine, seeking friction, seeking relief from the inferno consuming her from within.

"I've got you," I murmured, carrying her toward the nest she'd constructed with such care over the past days. The circular fortress of blankets and pillows welcomed us as I lowered her onto the soft bedding.

She wouldn't release her grip on me, her arms locked around my neck, her legs still wrapped around my waist. "Please," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and desperate. "I need you inside me. Now."

I felt Callum and Rowen approach the bed, their presence a tangible weight in the air. The bond between the four ofus thrummed with shared desire, amplified by Sierra's heat to nearly unbearable intensity.

"We're here," I assured her, stroking her hair back from her feverish face. "We'll take care of you."

Her response was a low, keening moan that shot straight to my dick. Her eyes, those remarkable silver eyes, were nearly black with need, only the thinnest ring of color remaining around her dilated pupils.

I tried to pull back, intending to undress, but Sierra made a sound of pure distress at the attempted separation. Her fingers dug into my shoulders with surprising strength, her body arching against mine.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, her voice breaking on the words. "Need you. Need all of you."

Before I could respond, I felt a strange energy pulse through the room. It emanated from Sierra, a wave of power that rippled outward like the aftershock of an earthquake. The air around us seemed to shimmer momentarily, and then our clothing simply... dissolved.

One moment I was fully dressed, and the next I was as naked as Sierra, my bare skin pressed against hers with nothing between us. A glance confirmed the same had happened to Rowen and Callum, both now standing nude beside the bed, their expressions mirroring my own surprise.

"Did you just—" I began, but my words were cut off as Sierra shifted beneath me, positioning herself so that my hardened length slid between her slick folds.

"Inside," she demanded, her silver hair splayed across the pillows like moonlight. "Now, Archer. Please."

The raw desperation in her voice shattered what remained of my restraint. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her, both of us crying out at the perfect connection. Her heat engulfed me, tighter and hotter than I'd ever felt her before.

"Fuck," I groaned, my control already slipping as her inner walls clenched around me. "You're burning up."

She didn't respond with words, just wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, urging me deeper. I began to move, setting a steady rhythm that made her gasp and arch beneath me. Her hands roamed my back, nails digging into my skin in a way that walked the perfect line between pleasure and pain.

Through our bond, I could feel her desperation, her need for all of us. This wasn't just physical desire, it was something deeper, more primal. Her omega nature calling to our alpha instincts, her body demanding to be claimed, marked, filled.

I glanced up to see Rowen and Callum watching us intently, their own arousals evident. The hunger in their eyes matched what I felt, the overwhelming urge to possess and protect our mate through the trial of her heat.

Sierra's movements grew more frantic beneath me, her breathing quick and shallow. I could feel her climbing toward release, her inner muscles fluttering around my length in that telltale way.

"Let go," I encouraged, increasing my pace to match her need. "Come for me, Sierra."

Her response was immediate and breathtaking. Her back arched off the bed, her head thrown back as pleasure crashed through her. I felt it through our bond. Wave after wave of sensation that threatened to pull me under with her. But I held back, gritting my teeth against my own building release. She would need more, much more, before this heat began to ease.

As her climax ebbed, I slowed my movements, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes opened, finding mine with surprising clarity given her state.

"Archer," she whispered, reaching up to touch my face with trembling fingers. "Your wings."

I hadn't even realized they'd manifested. The familiar pressure between my shoulder blades had gone unnoticed in the intensity of our connection. Now I felt them fully, my wings, spread wide behind me, the white feathers catching the dim light of the room.