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She didn't speak, couldn't seem to form words. Instead, she mewled—a soft, desperate sound of approval as her hips tilted up toward me, seeking connection.

I looked up at Callum and Archer, a silent communication passing between us. I was taking her first. She was always meant for me. I was who she had connected with first, sensed first through the veil between realms. I would have this honor.

Neither Callum nor Archer fought me on it. They understood the hierarchy at play, the natural order of our claiming. Instead, they positioned themselves alongside her, continuing to worship her body with their hands and mouths.

Callum's fingers tangled in her silver hair, massaging her scalp as he leaned down to capture one rosy nipple between his lips. Archer moved to her other side, his ice-blue eyes never leaving her face as his long fingers stroked along her collarbone, down to pluck at her neglected breast.

"Watch her face," I commanded them, my tail lashing with anticipation. "Watch as I claim what's ours."

I pressed forward, the broad head of my arousal parting her folds, easing into her tight heat. She was slick and ready, her body preparing itself for this joining during her first release, but I was large—especially in this form—and her body resisted the intrusion even as she writhed for more.

"So tight," I groaned, fighting for control, fighting the urge to slam forward and bury myself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. "So perfect."

I pressed forward incrementally, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, any hint that I should slow down. But all I saw was hunger, need, the same desperate desire that clawed at my insides.

When I was halfway seated within her, the moment of true joining upon us, I felt it—a surge of power, ancient and primal, rising from the earth beneath us, responding to our union. The claiming of a fated mate was no small thing in any realm, but especially not in the Fae realm where magic ran through the very roots of existence.

As I seated myself fully within her, an earthquake rocked the ground beneath us. The wooden structure of Callum's sanctuary groaned and shifted, adjusting itself to the magical disturbance. Flowers that had been dormant for centuries bloomed along the walls, their perfume filling the air. The pools in the corner bubbled more vigorously, steam rising in shapes that resembled ancient runes of binding and protection.

The realm itself was responding to our first connection, acknowledging the power of what was happening between us.

Sierra's eyes flew wide, the silver of her irises almost completely swallowed by the black of her pupils as she felt the dual sensation of my complete possession and the magical response it triggered. Her mouth parted on a scream of pleasure-pain as I began to move within her, setting a pace that was just shy of savage.

I couldn't hold back, couldn't gentle my possession. The heat of her body around mine, the way she clenched and rippled along my length, the sounds falling from her lips—it all drove me to a frenzy of need I hadn't experienced in eons.

"Mine," I growled, my hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm. "Ours."

Her silver hair scattered across the pillows as she tossed her head from side to side, overwhelmed by sensation. Each thrust pushed her higher up the bed until Callum moved to brace her, his hands on her shoulders anchoring her in place for my possession.

Archer shifted position, moving up toward her head. His hand closed around her throat. Not squeezing, but holding her steady, a display of dominance that had her inner walls clenching tighter around me.

"Look at you," he whispered into her ear, his voice low and filthy with promise. "Stretched so wide around him. Taking the King of the Underworld's cock so beautifully."

His crude words drew a whimper from her lips, her body responding with another wave of slick heat that eased my increasingly frantic thrusts.

"You were made for this," Archer continued, his thumb stroking along the pulse point in her throat. "Made to take us all, to be filled and stretched and used for our pleasure. And when he's done, when he's filled you with his seed and his knot has locked you together, you'll take me next. Then Callum. We'll keep you full, keep you stretched, keep you coming until you can't remember your own name. Cum will be dripping from you for days, little omega."

A particularly hard thrust had her crying out, her back arching off the bed despite Callum's and Archer's restraining hands. The sight of her—restrained, possessed, overwhelmed with the pleasure we were giving her—pushed me closer to the edge.

"Do you feel that?" I growled, grinding against her in tight circles that had her gasping. "Feel what's starting to swell? That's my knot, little witch. Going to lock us together while I empty myself inside you. Going to claim you in the most primal way."

The base of my cock was indeed beginning to swell, the first sign that my release was approaching. In my demon form, the biological imperative to breed, to claim, to ensure my seed took root was impossible to ignore. The fact that Sierra was protected by magical contraception was irrelevant to my baser instincts; all that mattered was the act itself, the symbolic claiming.

"Yes," she sobbed, her inner walls fluttering around me in the precursor to another release. "Please, Rowen, please."

Hearing my name fall from her lips as she begged for my knot shattered the last remnants of my control. My rhythm faltered, becoming erratic as I chased my release. The swelling at the baseof my cock grew more pronounced with each thrust, catching on her entrance, requiring more force to push inside.

Sierra's body tensed beneath me, her back bowing in a perfect arch as another orgasm crashed through her. Her inner walls clamped down around me like a vise, rippling and pulsing in a biological imperative to milk my release from me.

The combination of her pleasure and the tightening of her body around mine triggered my own climax. A guttural roar erupted from deep in my chest as my release crashed through me with the force of a tidal wave. My knot swelled to its full size, locking us together as the first pulse of my seed flooded her womb.

The supernatural heat of my release seemed to trigger something in Sierra—a third climax, this one more powerful than the previous two combined. Her scream of pleasure echoed off the walls of Callum's sanctuary, her body convulsing beneath mine as waves of ecstasy washed through her.

Through our newly strengthened bond, I could feel echoes of her pleasure, amplifying my own. My tail lashed behind me, my claws dug into the furs beneath us, and my horns seemed to grow an inch as the full force of demon claiming ritual worked through me.

I collapsed forward, catching my weight on my forearms to avoid crushing her smaller frame. My forehead pressed against hers as aftershocks rippled through both our bodies, my knot still pulsing deep inside her as my release continued.

We would be locked together for at least twenty minutes, maybe longer given the intensity of our joining. I managed to shift us onto our sides, keeping her leg hooked over my hip to avoid putting pressure on the sensitive connection between us.