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A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "I like that," he murmured, releasing my hair to stroke it almost tenderly. "I like that very much."

From beside us, I heard Sierra's sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan that Rowen quickly muffled with what I assumed was his mouth returning to her most sensitive places.

Callum withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I heard the cap of the lube bottle open again, and then the slick sounds of him coating himself. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Remember," Callum said, positioning himself behind me, "you're bound to Sierra. Be careful with your movements."

"I know," I replied, glancing at our bound wrists. "I won't hurt her."

"Good boy," he purred, and the praise sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through me.

The blunt pressure of Callum's cock against my entrance made me tense involuntarily. He noticed immediately, one hand stroking soothingly down my spine.

"Relax for me," he murmured. "I've prepared you well. Trust me."

Trust wasn't something that came easily to me. Growing up knowing I was half-angel, half-demon had taught me to keepmy guard up. But here, in this moment, with Callum's steady presence behind me and Sierra's warmth beside me, I found myself wanting to let go of that control.

I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed my muscles. Callum hummed approvingly and began to push forward, the initial stretch burning despite his careful preparation. I buried my face in the sheets, biting my lip to keep from making noise.

"No," Callum admonished, grabbing my hair again and lifting my head. "Let them hear you. Let Sierra hear what I do to you."

He punctuated his words by pushing deeper, and this time I didn't hold back the groan that tore from my throat. The burn was already transforming into pleasure, my body accepting him inch by torturous inch.

When he was fully seated inside me, Callum paused, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion. His hand stroked my lower back, surprisingly gentle for someone who had just been spanking me moments ago.

"You feel incredible.” His voice was strained with the effort of remaining still. "So tight around me. So perfect."

The praise warmed something inside me, something that had always been cold and untouched. I experimentally rocked back against him, wanting more of that feeling, more of him.

"Please," I whispered, "move."

"Since you asked so nicely." Callum began a slow, measured retreat before pushing back in with the same deliberate pace.

The sensation was overwhelming. Not just the physical pleasure, which was intense, but the emotional connection I hadn't expected. Each thrust was perfectly angled, as if Callum had mapped my body and knew exactly where to aim to make me see stars.

"Look at him," I heard Rowen say to Sierra. "Look how he takes my brother. Does that excite you, my omega?"

Sierra's answering moan was all the confirmation needed. The knowledge that she was watching us, finding pleasure in our connection, added another layer to my own enjoyment.

Callum gradually increased his pace, one hand maintaining its grip in my hair while the other held my hip in a bruising grasp. Each time he pulled my head back, the strain in my neck sent sparks of pain-pleasure down my spine, mingling with the building waves of sensation from his perfectly aimed thrusts.

"You're mine now," Callum growled, his rhythm faltering for just a moment as the intensity of his own pleasure caught him off guard. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped without hesitation. In that moment, it was the absolute truth. I belonged to him, to this pleasure he was giving me.

A shift in the mattress beside us caught my attention. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Rowen maneuvered himself and Sierra, carefully twisting her restraint so she ended up straddling him, her back to his chest. The position gave her a perfect view of Callum and me while still keeping our wrists bound together.

"Look at her," Callum commanded, slowing his thrusts to a torturous pace. "Look at our little mate."

I turned my head to meet Sierra's gaze. Her pupils were blown wide with desire, her silver hair cascading around her shoulders like a moonlit waterfall. Rowen's hands were on her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him, but her attention was fixed entirely on Callum and me.

"Kiss her," Callum ordered, angling my body so I could reach Sierra without straining our bound wrists.

I leaned forward, our lips meeting in a desperate clash. Her mouth tasted of herself and Rowen, a heady combination that made me groan against her lips. Callum chose that moment tosnap his hips forward hard, driving deeper than before, and I gasped into Sierra's mouth.

She swallowed the sound eagerly, her free hand coming up to tangle in my hair alongside Callum's. The dual sensation of both of them gripping my locks, controlling me, sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"That's it," Rowen encouraged, his voice thick with desire as he guided Sierra's movements on top of him. "Watch them while you take me, little mate. Keep your eyes on them."