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"So responsive." he bent to replace one thumb with his mouth.

The wet heat of his lips closing around my nipple tore a cry from my throat. My back bowed off the bed, instinctively seeking more. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core.

Callum chuckled against my other breast, his breath teasing before he too claimed a nipple with his mouth. The dual sensation of both men worshipping my breasts had me writhing beneath them, incoherent pleas falling from my lips.

"Please—I need—" I couldn't form complete sentences, couldn't articulate what I wanted beyond more, now, please.

Rowen's weight shifted on the bed, and I felt his large hands on my knees, gently but firmly parting my thighs. Cool air hit the most intimate part of me, already slick with arousal. I should have felt exposed, vulnerable. Instead, I felt powerful as I watched his eyes darken at the sight of me spread open for him.

"Look how wet she is for us," he growled, the words clearly intended for Archer and Callum though his gaze remained fixed between my legs. "Dripping."

His thumbs stroked the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, moving closer to where I needed him most but never quite touching. The teasing was exquisite torture.

"Rowen," I begged, hips lifting in blatant invitation. "Please."

"Please what?" his voice was deceptively casual though I could hear the strain of his control. "Tell me what you need, Sierra."

The fever was consuming my rational mind, burning away inhibition and shame until only raw need remained. "Touch me," I gasped. "Taste me. Something. Anything."

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "Since you asked so nicely."

He lowered himself between my thighs, maintaining eye contact until the last possible moment. Then his mouth was on me, hot and demanding, his tongue parting my folds in one long, possessive lick.

The sensation was electric. My head fell back against the pillows, a high, keening sound escaping my throat as pleasure coursed through me. My hands instinctively tried to leave the headboard, wanting to tangle in Rowen's hair, to pull him closer, but I remembered the command at the last second and gripped the wooden loops tighter.

Rowen hummed approval against my center, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure. His hands gripped my thighs firmly, holding me open for his feast. Every broad stroke of his tongue sent waves of heat cascading through my body, building a pressure inside me that threatened to shatter me completely.

Callum moved up from my breast, his lips trailing a path of fire along my neck once more. "Right here," he whispered, teeth scraping over that sensitive juncture again. "This is where my claiming mark will go. Where everyone will see that you're mine." His voice dropped lower, more intimate. "Ours."

The possessiveness in his tone should have rankled, but in my heat-addled state, it only stoked the flames higher. I tilted my head again, offering better access, a wordless plea.

"Not yet," he murmured, tongue tracing patterns over the spot. "When you come for us. When you're ours completely. When my knot is stretching you and locking me inside."

On my other side, Archer had moved from my breast to my ribs, trailing open-mouthed kisses lower. I felt the sharp points of his fangs dragging lightly over my skin, leaving a path of goosebumps in their wake. The contrast between the danger of those sharp points and the tender press of his lips had me trembling.

"Your skin tastes like magic," he murmured against my hip bone. "Sweet and electric."

Between my thighs, Rowen's tongue circled my clit before sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. Pleasure exploded behind my eyelids, my back arching as a strangled cry tore from my throat. My legs tried to close around his head instinctively, but his broad shoulders kept me spread wide for his attention.

The pressure was building inside me, a coiling tension that demanded release. But every time I approached the edge, Rowen would ease back, bringing me down just enough to build me higher the next time.

It was maddening, exquisite torture.

"Please," I begged, beyond pride, beyond coherent thought. "Please, I need more. I need?—"

"What do you need, little flower?" Callum whispered against my ear, his hand replacing Archer's on my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. "Tell us."

The heat consumed the last of my inhibitions, leaving only raw, animal need. "I need one of you inside me," I gasped, hipsbucking against Rowen's mouth. "Please. I need to be fucked. Now."

My crude language drew groans from all three men, their control visibly fraying. I felt powerful in that moment, despite being spread beneath them, despite being the one begging. I was the one reducing these powerful supernatural beings to creatures of base instinct.

Rowen pulled back slightly, his obsidian eyes nearly black with desire, his lips glistening with my arousal. "Is that what you want?" he asked, voice rough as he slid one long finger through my folds, teasing my entrance. "You want to be fucked? Filled? Claimed?"

"Yes," I hissed, trying to push down onto his finger, desperate for penetration. "Yes, please."

He pushed just the tip of his finger inside, a maddening tease that had me sobbing with frustration. "Do you want my knot, Sierra?" he asked, the word 'knot' sending a fresh flood of heat through me. "Do you want me to fill you, lock inside you, pump you full of my seed until it takes?"

The primal part of me, the omega nature I was only beginning to understand, howled in approval at his words. Images flashed through my mind. Rowen above me, inside me, his knot swelling to bind us together, his seed flooding my womb.