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Our kiss broke as Sierra moaned, her rhythm faltering as Rowen hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her eyes locked with mine, a silent communication passing between us. Shared pleasure. Shared surrender to the two dominant men controlling our bodies.

Callum's pace increased again, each thrust harder and more precise than the last. I could tell he was getting close by the way his breathing changed, becoming more ragged, more desperate.

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to feel you come around me."

With my free hand, I reached beneath myself, wrapping my fingers around my painfully hard cock. The first stroke nearly undid me, the dual sensations almost too much to bear.

"Look at them," Callum growled, yanking my head back so I was forced to watch Rowen and Sierra. "Watch how he takes her while I take you."

The four of us moved together in an erotic harmony, Callum's thrusts syncing with Rowen's upward movements into Sierra. It was as if they'd choreographed this dance, their rhythms matching so perfectly it seemed impossible they hadn't planned it.

The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, breathless moans, whispered encouragementsand demands. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, intoxicating and primal.

"Are you close?" Callum asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"Yes," I managed to gasp, my hand moving faster over my length. "So close."

"Wait," he commanded. "Not until I say."

The effort to hold back my release was almost painful, my entire body tense with the need for completion. Across from me, Sierra appeared to be in similar straits, her body trembling as Rowen controlled her pace with an iron grip on her hips.

"Callum," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Please."

"Not yet," he insisted, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own control began to slip.

I looked to Sierra for solidarity in our shared torment and found her staring back at me with the same desperate need. Rowen was whispering something in her ear that made her whimper and writhe against him, but she never broke eye contact with me.

The connection between us, all four of us, seemed to intensify, a physical manifestation of the bonds that had been forming since we'd come together. I could feel not just my own pleasure, but echoes of theirs as well, reverberating through whatever mysterious link tied us to one another.

"Now," Callum finally growled, his fingers digging into my hip with bruising force. "Come for me now."

The permission was all I needed. My release crashed through me with staggering intensity, my body clenching around Callum as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core. Through the haze of my own climax, I was dimly aware of Sierra crying out, her body arching as she reached her peak simultaneously.

Callum followed immediately, his rhythm faltering as he drove deep one final time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside me. Rowen's release camejust seconds later, his hands gripping Sierra's hips hard enough to leave marks as he thrust up into her one last time.

The four of us froze in that moment of shared ecstasy, connected not just physically but through something deeper, something primal and inexplicable. I could feel their heartbeats alongside my own, our breathing gradually synchronizing as we came down from the heights of pleasure together.

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Istroked Archer's hair as he curled against me, his breathing evening out as exhaustion claimed him. The weight of his body pressed against mine felt right in a way I'd never experienced before. Sierra lay on his other side, her silver hair spilling across his chest, while Rowen completed our circle, his arm draped possessively over both Sierra and Archer.

For the first time in my centuries of existence, I didn't feel the urge to slip away once passion had been sated. The thought of waking with these three still beside me filled me with unexpected warmth. I'd always prided myself on needing no one, on maintaining my independence even in intimacy. Yet here I was, reluctant to leave this tangle of limbs and shared breath.

Sierra's eyes fluttered open, meeting mine across Archer's sleeping form. Something passed between us. Understanding, acceptance, perhaps even affection. Without speaking, she reached across Archer's stomach, settling her delicate hand over mine where it rested on his abdomen.

Her touch conveyed what words couldn't—that she felt this strange new bond too, this connection that defied explanation. I turned my palm upward, allowing our fingers to intertwine. Thesimple gesture felt more intimate than the passionate acts we'd shared earlier.

I'd lived long enough to recognize the rarity of this moment. Fae don't form attachments easily; we're too long-lived, too accustomed to watching others wither and fade. Yet something about these three—my brother, our angel-demon, and this remarkable witch—had breached defenses I'd maintained for centuries.

Sierra's eyes drifted closed again, but her fingers remained locked with mine across Archer's stomach. Rowen's breathing had deepened into sleep, his usually guarded expression softened in repose. Even in slumber, he maintained his protective position, shielding Sierra with his body.

As sleep claimed me, my last conscious thought was anticipation. Not for battle or conquest or power, but for the simple pleasure of waking to find them still here.

Cold darkness pressed against my skin, yanking me from peaceful slumber. My eyes snapped open to find the warm bedroom gone, replaced by a barren landscape of shifting shadows. No stars overhead, no ground beneath. Just endless, oppressive darkness that seemed to pulse with malevolent awareness.

Sierra's hand still gripped mine, her fingers ice-cold but present. Her face was pale in the non-light, her silver hair almost luminous against the darkness.