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I reached to the side table drawer and withdrew a length of soft silk rope. One of many such items I kept close at hand. Sierra's eyes widened as she watched me handle the rope.

"Your wrist," I demanded, holding out my hand.

She hesitated only for a second before offering her left arm to me. I wrapped the silk around her wrist, tying it securely but not too tight. Then I reached for Archer's right wrist and did the same, binding the two of them together.

"What are you doing?" Archer asked, though his breathing had quickened.

"Setting the stage," I replied, taking the joined bindings and looping them through one of the metal rings that were discreetly built into the headboard. I secured them there, effectively tethering both Sierra and Archer to the bed, side by side.

"The beds in Hell are remarkably well-equipped," Callum commented with a smirk, eying the bondage rings. "So thoughtful of you to include such useful features."

"I like to be prepared." I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

Sierra tested the restraint, tugging gently. Finding herself securely bound to both the bed and to Archer, she let out a small sound that was part nervousness, part excitement.

"Is this okay?" I asked her, needing to be sure. For all my demonic nature, I would never force anything on her. Consent was important to me.

She nodded, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered. "It's perfect."

"And you?" I directed at Archer, who was still testing the bonds.

He met my gaze defiantly and scoffed. "As if I couldn't break these if I wanted to."

Callum laughed, the sound both melodious and threatening. "Perhaps," he acknowledged, "but you won't." He ran apossessive hand down Archer's chest, making the half-angel shudder. "Because you want this as much as Sierra does."

"Fuck you," Archer spat, though there was no real venom in his voice. This was what he did. He was a brat, through and through.

Callum's grin widened, revealing more of those dangerous fangs. "Oh, it's definitely going to be the other way around."

I chuckled at their exchange, enjoying the dynamic between them. Archer's brattish defiance was the perfect counterpoint to Callum's dominant certainty. Sierra seemed to think so too, given the way her thighs rubbed together, seeking friction.

"Now," I said, returning to the matter at hand, "Sierra wants to watch you two. And I want to taste our little mate while she does."

I positioned myself between Sierra's legs, spreading them wide to expose her glistening sex. The scent of her arousal hit me like a physical force, making my cock throb painfully against the confines of my pants. But that could wait. First, I wanted to drive her mad with my mouth.

"Keep your eyes open," I commanded her, lowering my head until my breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh. "Watch Callum take Archer while I taste you. Don't look away, or I'll stop. Understand?"

She nodded eagerly, her free hand fisting in the sheets in anticipation.

"Say it," I demanded.

"I understand," she gasped. "I'll watch. I promise."

Satisfied, I glanced at Callum, who was positioning himself between Archer's legs. "Make it good," I told my half-brother. "Give her a show worth watching."

Callum's eyes gleamed with wicked intent. "With pleasure."

Archer chose that moment to test his boundaries again, kicking out at Callum with surprising speed. The Fae caught his ankle easily, a dangerous expression crossing his face.

"Now that," Callum said, his voice silky with threat, "was very naughty."

Without warning, he flipped Archer onto his stomach, careful not to twist the arm that was bound to Sierra. The movement forced Sierra to roll slightly onto her side, giving her the perfect vantage point to watch what was about to happen.

Callum's hand came down hard on Archer's ass, the sharp crack of the spank echoing in the bedroom. Archer let out a surprised gasp that quickly morphed into a moan.

"You like that, brat?" Callum taunted, delivering another stinging slap to the other cheek. "You like being punished?"

Archer buried his face in the mattress, refusing to answer, which only earned him another spanking. After the fifth strike, his ass was a delicious shade of pink, and his breathing had become ragged.