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"That's it, little mate," Rowen encouraged, his fingers tangling in my flour-dusted hair. "Show us how much you want it."

I circled my clit with practiced fingers, the dual sensation of my own touch and Rowen filling my mouth making my thighs tremble. When I pulled back to catch my breath, a thin strand of saliva still connected me to him.

"My turn," Archer rumbled, guiding me toward him with gentle pressure on my shoulder.

I turned, taking him eagerly between my lips while my hands continued their work—one stroking Callum's length with firm, measured pulls, the other working insistent circles between my legs. The contrast of sensations was dizzying—the velvet hardness of Archer against my tongue, the silken heat of my own flesh beneath my fingers.

"Fuck, the sight of you," Callum hissed, watching me work myself while servicing them. "You've no idea what you do to us."

My fingers moved faster against my clit as their words washed over me. I was drunk on their desire, addicted to the power I held even on my knees. Making these three powerful beings tremble and curse with need filled me with a heady sense of feminine power.

I turned back to Callum, taking him deep and sucking hard as my fingers picked up their pace between my legs. The bathroom echoed with the sounds of their pleasure—deep groans and muttered curses mingling with my own muffled moans.

"That's right, sweetheart," Callum murmured, his voice dropping to that register that made my insides clench. "Get yourself off while you suck us. Show us how much you love having us in your pretty mouth."

His filthy praise sent shivers down my spine. I redoubled my efforts, bobbing my head faster while my fingers worked frantically against my clit. Heat spread through my lower belly, my thighs beginning to quiver with the approach of my climax.

"She's close," Archer observed, his ice-blue eyes locked on the movement of my hand between my legs. "Look at how her thighs are shaking."

I whimpered around Callum's cock, the tension building to almost unbearable levels. Callum pulled back slightly, allowing me to gasp for air.

"Are you going to come for us, little mate?" he asked, his thumb tracing my swollen bottom lip. "Going to fall apart while you have our cocks in your mouth and hands?"

I nodded desperately, too far gone for words. My world had narrowed to just this—the three of them surrounding me, the pressure building between my legs, the taste of them on my tongue. I took Callum back into my mouth, sucking with renewed vigor as my climax approached.

"I want to see her face when she comes," Rowen said, his voice a gravelly growl. "When she falls apart pleasuring all of us at once."

Those words tipped me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me in pulsing waves, my thighs clamping around my hand as pleasure radiated outward. I moaned loudly around Callum's length, my rhythm faltering momentarily as I shuddered with release.

"Gods, look at her," Archer breathed, watching me come undone before them. "Beautiful."

I barely had time to recover before they were moving again, guiding me from one to the other in quick succession. My hand never stopped its motion between my legs, building toward a second peak even as I focused on bringing them to theirs.

"Your mouth was made for this," Rowen whispered, echoing his earlier statement, as I took him deep, his hand cradling my face with surprising tenderness. "Made for us."

His words sent another jolt of pleasure through me. I hummed around him in agreement, the vibration making him curse and tighten his grip in my hair.

"That's it," he hissed through clenched teeth. "Right there. Don't stop."

I could sense they were all getting close, their breaths becoming more ragged, their words more fragmented. My jaw ached pleasantly, my lips swollen and sensitive as I moved between them with increasing urgency.

"Going to cover you," Callum growled as I returned to him, his eyes blazing with heat. "Mark you with our release. Would you like that, little mate? To wear our cum on that pretty skin?"

I nodded eagerly around him, the thought sending another pulse of arousal through my core. My fingers worked faster against my clit, building toward a second orgasm that threatened to be even more intense than the first.

"Close," Archer warned, his voice strained as I stroked him firmly. "Sierra..."

Rowen's breathing had grown harsh and irregular, his grip in my hair tightening as he approached his own peak. "She wants it," he grated out. "Look at her eyes. She's desperate for it."

And I was. I wanted to be marked by them, claimed in this primal way that spoke to something deep and instinctual within me.

Callum pulled back suddenly, his hand replacing my mouth as he stroked himself rapidly. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice thick with need.

I lifted my gaze to his, still working myself with quickening strokes. The vulnerability in his usually guarded expression nearly undid me.

"Sierra," he groaned, and then he was coming, painting thick stripes across my cheek and lips, some landing on my tongue as I parted my lips instinctively.

The sight seemed to trigger Archer, who cursed sharply and followed suit, his release joining Callum's across my skin—this time catching in my flour-dusted silver hair and trailing down to my collarbone.