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Her inner walls fluttered around me, her body already primed from her previous climaxes. She was exquisitely responsive, a perfect counterpoint to my controlled advances. Where Rowen had claimed her with dominant force and Archer with passionate intensity, I would claim her with measured pleasure, drawing out her ecstasy until she couldn't remember anything but my name.

"You're taking me so well," I praised, my voice still carrying that subtle Fae enchantment that seemed to sink directly into her blood. "Our perfect little omega, made to take all three of us, to complete our circle."

She moaned at my words, her fingers curling into fists above her head where I still held her wrists. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my palm at her throat, could see the flush spreading across her chest and up her neck.

Once more she tried to close her eyes, to tip her head back and lose herself in the sensations I was creating. Once more I tightened my hold just slightly, using my thumb to guide her chin back down, forcing her to maintain eye contact.

"Stay with me," I commanded softly. "I want to watch you come apart for me, just as you did for them. I want to see it in your eyes when you surrender to me."

My measured pace continued, each thrust deliberate and deep. The sanctuary around us responded to our joining, the flowers releasing more of their intoxicating perfume, the water in the new pond rippling in sync with our movements. The magic between us built with each passing moment, a tangible force that seemed to press against my skin from the inside out.

"Callum," she gasped, her inner walls beginning to tighten around me in warning of her approaching climax. "I'm close, I can't?—"

"You can," I assured her, my own control beginning to fray at the edges as her pleasure fed into mine through our strengthening bond. "You will hold on until I tell you to let go. You're doing so beautifully, taking me so perfectly."

I leaned down, pressing my forehead against hers without breaking our eye contact. "You're our good little omega," I whispered against her lips. "Made for us, for this, for the pleasure we can give you. Feel how perfectly you take me, how your body was designed to join with mine."

Her breathing grew ragged, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of silver remained. I could feel her approaching the edge, fighting to obey my command to hold back. The power of her restraint, her willingness to submit to my control, was as arousing as the physical sensations of our joining.

My own climax approached with the inexorability of the rising tide, my control slipping further with each thrust into her welcoming heat. The base of my cock began to swell with the beginnings of my knot, another reminder of the ritual that was reaching its culmination.

When I knew neither of us could hold back any longer, I shifted my grip on her throat, exposing the unmarked side of her neck. The spot opposite Rowen's mark seemed to pulse with invitation, the skin there flushed and warm.

"Now," I commanded, my voice rough with need. "Come for me now, Sierra."

As her climax crashed through her, I sank my teeth into the junction where her neck met her shoulder, marking her as mine with the same ritual bite that Rowen had placed on her opposite side. The taste of her skin, the salt of her sweat, and the indescribable essence that was uniquely Sierra flooded my mouth as my fangs broke the surface.

Her inner walls clamped down around me in rhythmic pulses, milking my own release from me with irresistible force. My knot swelled to its full size, locking us together as my seed flooded her willing body, mingling with that of my brother and Archer, completing the trinity of our claiming.

Magic exploded outward from the point where our bodies joined, a visible shockwave of power that caused the newly grown trees to sway as if caught in a strong wind. The flowers released a cloud of luminescent pollen that drifted around us like earthbound stars, settling on our sweat-dampened skin in glittering patterns.

I lapped at the mark I'd placed on her neck, soothing the sting with gentle passes of my tongue as aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through both our bodies. The ritual was complete. The three-fold claiming accomplished. Sierra was now irrevocably bound to us, as we were to her.

We lay together, breathing heavily, my body still joined to hers by the knot that would ensure we remained connected for some time yet. I released her wrists, stroking my hands down her arms to ease any discomfort from their prolonged position.

Archer approached the bed, his wings now folded neatly against his back, a satisfied smile playing about his lips. "Well," he said, his ice-blue eyes twinkling with humor, "now we need to bite Callum so we all have marks. Seems only fair."

Rowen, who had been watching the completion of our ritual with those obsidian eyes that missed nothing, let out a short bark of laughter. "Fuck that shit," he said, his tail twitching with amusement. "I'm not biting my own brother."

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Sierra

Isank into darkness, my body heavy with exhaustion after the claiming ritual. The last sensation I registered was Callum's arms around me, his knot still connecting us as he whispered something in my ear that I couldn't quite catch before sleep claimed me.

Then...

Cold.

Cold so brutal it burned.

My eyes snapped open to a world leached of color. The sky above me wasn't black or blue or even gray, it was the absence of color, a void that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. I shivered, my breath escaping in visible plumes that dissipated into the lifeless air.

"Hello?" I called out, my voice falling flat, as if the very atmosphere swallowed sound.

I was standing in what appeared to be a field, though the grass beneath my bare feet was brittle and dead, crumbling like ash with each step I took. Dead leaves scattered across my path, so desiccated they shattered at my touch.

"Rowen? Archer? Callum?" I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly aware that I was naked. Yet it wasn't embarrassment I felt.