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"That's it," I encouraged, my voice dropping to a growl. "Take more."

He complied beautifully, hollowing his cheeks as he took me deeper. The sight of his lips stretched around me, the wet heat of his mouth—it was almost too much. I kept my grip firm in his hair, controlling the pace, occasionally tugging sharply when he did something particularly skillful with his tongue.

"You look so fucking good like this," I told him, my voice rough with pleasure. "On your knees, taking my cock like you were made for it. Such a good boy."

From the bed, I heard a soft whimper—Sierra was fully awake now, watching us with wide, dilated eyes. The scent of her arousal began to fill the air, sweet and heady. Rowen's hand had moved from her hair to her waist, his large palm splayed possessively across her hip.

Archer redoubled his efforts, one hand coming up to grasp what his mouth couldn't take. The dual sensation sent sparks shooting up my spine, and I couldn't help the low groan that escaped me.

"That's it," I encouraged, my breathing growing ragged. "Show Sierra how well you take it. Show her how much you love having my cock in your mouth."

Movement from the bed caught my attention. Sierra was slipping from beneath Rowen's arm, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved toward us. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with desire despite the lingering signs of discomfort on her face.

"Sierra," I started, concerned that she was pushing herself.

But she ignored my protest, sliding off the bed to kneel beside Archer. Her small hand came up to rest on his shoulder, and the sight of them together—both on their knees before me—nearly undid me completely.

"I want to help," she said, her voice husky with sleep and arousal.

Archer pulled back slightly, turning to look at her with desire-darkened eyes. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. I watched, transfixed, as their tongues tangled, knowing Archer was letting her taste me on his lips.

When they broke apart, both turned their attention back to me. Sierra's delicate hand joined Archer's at the base of my cock, and then—gods help me—both their mouths descended on me together.

The contrast was exquisite—Sierra's smaller, softer lips and Archer's more demanding mouth working in tandem. They moved together as if they'd done this a hundred times, taking turns, occasionally meeting in wet, messy kisses around me.

My control, already tenuous, began to slip entirely. The visual alone would have been enough—Archer's dark head and Sierra's silver one bowed before me, their mouths sharing me between them—but combined with the sensation, it was overwhelming.

"Fuck," I groaned, my fingers tightening in Archer's hair. "I'm close."

Sierra looked up at me through her lashes, her lips red and swollen, and that was all it took. Pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I came with a pained groan, my release hitting the back of Archer's throat as he took me deep one final time.

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Rowen

Iwatched as my brother collapsed onto the bed, his face slack with pleasure, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction. A growl rumbled deep in my chest, the sound vibrating through me as I observed Sierra and Archer still kneeling at the foot of the bed. The sight of them together—her silver hair contrasting with his raven locks, both of their mouths glistening—stirred something primal within me.

My tail twitched against the sheets, betraying my rising need. Without words, I beckoned them both to me with a crook of my finger, my obsidian eyes never leaving their faces.

They crawled toward me, moving in perfect sync like predators despite being my willing prey. When they reached me, I threaded my fingers through their hair—one hand gripping Archer's dark strands, the other tangled in Sierra's silvery tresses.

"My turn," I rumbled, my voice deeper than usual, rougher with desire. "And I promise to make it worth your while."

I tightened my grip slightly, enjoying the way Sierra's breath hitched and Archer's pupils dilated. The scent of their arousal filled the air, intoxicating me further.

"You both look so fucking beautiful on your knees," I told them, echoing my brother's earlier sentiments but adding my own flavor to the words. "So eager to please your king."

With gentle pressure, I guided Archer's mouth to me first. His ice-blue eyes locked with mine as his lips parted, taking me in with practiced ease. The wet heat of his mouth enveloped me, and I growled my approval.

"That's it," I encouraged, my tail now whipping back and forth behind me. "Show me what that talented mouth can do."

Sierra watched, her silver hair falling around her shoulders like a curtain, her eyes dark and hungry. I maintained my grip in her hair, keeping her close enough to feel her warm breath against my thigh, but not allowing her to join. Not yet.

"You want a taste too, don't you, little omega?" I asked her, my voice a dangerous purr. "Patience. Good things come to those who wait."

After letting Archer work me for several moments, I tugged him back gently and guided Sierra forward instead. The contrast between them was exquisite—where Archer was demanding and confident, Sierra was exploratory and intuitive, her smaller mouth stretching to accommodate me.

"Fuck," I hissed as she hollowed her cheeks, taking me deeper than I expected. My claws extended slightly, the tips just barely scratching against their scalps in a way that made them both shiver.