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"Answer me," Callum demanded, his hand raised for another blow.

"Yes," Archer finally ground out. "I like it. Satisfied?"

Callum grinned triumphantly. "Very." He reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a vial of lube. "Now let's see if you like this just as much."

I watched as Callum coated his fingers liberally with the clear liquid, then positioned himself to begin preparing Archer. Sierra was transfixed, her eyes wide as she watched Callum slowly insert one finger into Archer's tight entrance.

"Perfect." I returned my attention to the feast laid out before me. "Now, keep watching them while I make you feel good."

Without further preamble, I lowered my mouth to Sierra's sex and gave her a long, slow lick from entrance to clit. The taste of her exploded across my tongue. Sweet and tangy andutterly unique. I groaned against her flesh, already addicted to her flavor.

Sierra's back arched, a breathless cry escaping her lips. Her free hand flew to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she tried to pull me closer.

"Eyes on them," I reminded her, pausing my ministrations. "Or I stop."

Her gaze snapped back to where Callum now had two fingers working inside Archer, scissoring them to stretch him open. Archer was no longer trying to hide his reactions, his groans of pleasure filling the room as Callum expertly found the spot inside him that made his cock jerk and leak against the sheets.

Satisfied that Sierra was following instructions, I returned to my own delicious task. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, relishing the way her thighs trembled on either side of my head. She tasted like paradise, like something I could feast on for eternity and never grow tired of.

"Rowen," she moaned, her hips lifting to press herself more firmly against my mouth. "Oh god, that feels?—"

Her words dissolved into a high-pitched whimper as I sucked her clit between my lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. All the while, I kept my eyes on her face, making sure she continued to watch the show Callum was putting on with Archer.

And what a show it was. Callum had three fingers inside Archer now, working him open with methodical precision. Archer's face was a mask of pleasure-pain, his ice-blue eyes glazed with lust as he rocked back against Callum's hand, seeking more.

"Look how eager he is," Callum purred, twisting his fingers in a way that made Archer curse. "He pretends to fight it, but he wants this as badly as you want to watch it."

Sierra whimpered in response, her body tensing under my ministrations. I could tell she was already close to her first orgasm, her arousal increasing as she watched the two men beside her.

I doubled my efforts, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and targeted flicks against her clit. Her thighs began to shake, her breathing becoming more erratic. The hand in my hair tightened almost painfully, but I welcomed the sting.

"That's it, my omega," I encouraged between licks. "Come for me while you watch them. Let go."

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Archer

Iwinced as Callum's hand connected with my ass again, the sharp sting blooming into a delicious warmth that radiated through my body. The restraint on my wrist pulled slightly as Sierra shifted beside me, her breathing quick and shallow. I couldn't see her face from this position, but I could feel her pulse racing through the bond where our wrists were tied together.

"Enough teasing," Callum's voice was low and dangerous. "Are you ready for me, Archer?"

Something about his tone, the commanding presence he exuded, made me want to submit completely. It wasn't like me. I'd always been defiant, independent, but there was a freedom in surrendering to him that I'd never experienced before. Except with Rowen. But he didn’t take quite as much pleasure in my brattish behavior.

"Yes," I breathed, then added words I'd never said to anyone, "please, Daddy."

The room went silent for a heartbeat. I felt Callum freeze behind me, his fingers still buried deep inside me. Had I misread the situation? Embarrassment swept through me, hot and uncomfortable.

Then I felt Callum lean over me, his chest pressing against my back as his lips brushed my ear.

"What did you call me?" His voice containing a new edge that sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard. "Nothing. I didn't?—"

His hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle pleasantly. "Say it again," he commanded.

Meeting his gaze over my shoulder, I saw something primal and possessive in those eerie green eyes.

"Please, Daddy," I repeated, my voice stronger this time.