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"Mine," I growled, tightening my grip on her hair as I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Sierra cried out, her inner walls clenching around me in welcome. The heat of her was almost unbearable, her body still burning with the fever of her celestial heat. I had to grit my teeth against the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me at the first touch.

"Callum," she moaned, pushing back against me, trying to take me deeper despite already being filled completely. "More. Harder."

I obliged, setting a punishing pace that had the bed frame creaking beneath us. Each thrust drove her forward, her face pressing into the nest of blankets she'd so carefully constructed. The sight of her like this, restrained, submissive, taking me so perfectly, sent a surge of possessive pleasure through my veins.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Rowen kneeling beside us, his obsidian eyes dark with hunger as he watched. Archer had moved to Sierra's other side, his ice-blue gaze fixed on her face, tracking every flicker of pleasure that crossed her features.

"Look at how well she takes me," I said to them, never breaking my rhythm. "Made for this. Made for us."

Sierra moaned at my words, her inner walls fluttering around me. I could feel her building toward another peak already, her body impossibly responsive in the throes of her heat. I shifted my angle slightly, hitting that spot inside her that I knew would drive her wild.

"Right there," she gasped, confirming my aim was true. "Oh god, right there."

I maintained the position, each thrust precise and deliberate, focused entirely on her pleasure. My hand left her hair to slide around to her front, fingers finding her clit with practiced ease. I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with my thrusts, feeling her begin to tense around me.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice dropping lower. "Come for me, Sierra. Let me feel you."

Her release hit with startling intensity, her body convulsing around me as she cried out into the bedding. I didn't slow my pace, working her through the orgasm and immediately building her toward another. In this state, multiple climaxes would come easily to her, each one bringing her closer to the relief she so desperately needed.

As her first peak began to ebb, I released her wrists, allowing her to brace herself on her forearms. The new position gave me even deeper access, and I took full advantage, driving into her with renewed vigor.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice raw and desperate. "Callum, I'm going to—again?—"

"Do it," I commanded, increasing the pressure on her clit. "Come again. Now."

She obeyed beautifully, her second orgasm crashing through her with even greater force than the first. Her inner muscles clamped down around me in rhythmic pulses, nearly triggering my own release. But I held back, determined to wring at least one more climax from her before I allowed myself that pleasure.

Rowen moved closer, his hand reaching out to stroke Sierra's sweat-dampened hair. "She's magnificent," he murmured, his deep voice thick with desire.

I nodded, too focused on maintaining my control to form words. Sierra was writhing beneath me, her body caught in theendless cycle of need and release that characterized her heat. Each orgasm seemed to stoke the fire rather than quench it, pushing her further into the primal state that would consume her for days.

"More," she begged, her silver hair plastered to her back with sweat. "Need more. Need your knot."

The word sent a jolt of pure lust through me. My knot was already beginning to swell at the base of my cock, the pressure building with each thrust into her willing body. Soon it would lock us together, ensuring my seed remained deep inside her where instinct demanded it belong.

"Soon," I promised, leaning forward to press my chest against her back, my lips at her ear. "Going to fill you up, little mate. Going to breed you so full you'll never forget who you belong to."

She whimpered at my words, her hips pushing back to meet each of my thrusts. "Yes," she gasped. "Breed me. Fill me. Please, Callum."

The primal part of me roared in approval at her submission. I knew, rationally, that she was protected, that this heat wouldn't result in pregnancy unless we all chose it, but the fantasy of breeding her, of watching her belly swell with my child, sent me spiraling toward the edge of control.

"Mine," I growled, my hand gripping her hip with bruising force as I felt my release approaching. "Ours."

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt as my knot swelled to its full size, locking us together. My release hit like a thunderbolt, pleasure exploding through my body as I emptied myself inside her. Through our bond, I felt her climax again, her body milking every drop from me as we tumbled together into ecstasy.

I bent forward, my teeth finding the unmarked side of her neck, opposite from where Archer had renewed his claim. Thetaste of her skin—salt and sweetness and something uniquely Sierra—filled my mouth as I bit down, marking her as mine. Her cry of pleasure-pain only intensified my release, my hips jerking against her as wave after wave crashed through me.

When the initial intensity had passed, I carefully maneuvered us onto our sides, keeping her securely against my chest with my knot still locked inside her. My hand splayed possessively across her stomach as I nuzzled against the mark I'd left on her neck.

"Callum," she whispered, her voice thick with satisfaction and lingering need. "That was..."

"Just the beginning," I finished for her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "We're going to keep you full, keep you satisfied, for as long as this heat lasts."

Her inner walls pulsed around my knot at my words, drawing a groan from deep in my chest. Even in this temporary state of satiation, her body was preparing for more, her heat far from quenched.

I met Rowen's gaze over her shoulder, seeing the barely leashed hunger in his obsidian eyes. He would be next, once my knot subsided enough for me to withdraw. And then we would start the cycle again, taking turns claiming and filling our mate until her heat finally broke.