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I alternated between them, guiding them with the pressure of my hands, occasionally bringing them together to share me between them. The sight of their mouths meeting around me, their tongues occasionally brushing against each other, was enough to make my control start to slip.

"You like sharing me, don't you?" I growled, watching as Sierra licked along one side while Archer worked theother. "Taking turns pleasing your king. Such good, obedient submissives."

The bed dipped as Callum shifted, watching us with renewed interest despite his recent release. His presence only added to my pleasure, knowing he was witnessing how well I controlled what was mine.

As heat built at the base of my spine, a new desire struck me. I pulled Sierra away from where she was working alongside Archer, lifting her chin with one clawed finger so her eyes met mine.

"Come up here," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument. "I want to taste you while I come down Archer's throat."

Sierra hesitated for just a moment, her eyes widening slightly. Despite all we'd shared, there was still an adorable shyness to her that never failed to arouse me further.

"That's it," I encouraged as she moved up my body. "Ride my face. Let me make you feel good while Archer finishes what he started."

The moment she positioned herself above me, I gripped her hips with both hands, my claws gently indenting the soft flesh there. I guided her down until my mouth made contact with her core, drawing a gasping moan from her lips. Her hands flew to the headboard for support, knuckles white as she gripped the ornate wood.

Below, I felt Archer take me into his mouth again with renewed enthusiasm, the vibration of his appreciative hum traveling through me. The dual sensation—Archer's skilled mouth around me and Sierra's sweetness on my tongue—was almost overwhelming.

I focused on the taste of her, using my tongue to trace patterns that I knew would drive her wild. Her thighs trembled on either side of my head as I guided her into a gentle rockingmotion, teaching her how to ride my face. My claws pressed more firmly into her hips, controlling her pace, showing her how to take her pleasure.

"That's it," I murmured against her, the words vibrating through her core. "Let go for me, little witch. Show me how good it feels."

Sierra's movements grew more confident, her head falling back as she found her rhythm. The silver cascade of her hair tickled my chest as she moved. The sounds she made—little gasping moans that grew more desperate with each passing moment—were pushing me toward the edge as surely as Archer's talented mouth.

Heat built at the base of my spine, pressure mounting as Archer took me deeper, his throat constricting around me. At the same time, I could feel Sierra's thighs beginning to tremble more insistently, her movements growing erratic as she approached her peak.

I redoubled my efforts, determined to bring her over the edge with me. My tongue flattened against her most sensitive spot before circling it relentlessly. Her cries grew louder, her body tensing as she teetered on the precipice.

"Come for me," I growled against her, the command vibrating through her core. "Now."

The final word was all it took. Sierra cried out, her back arching as pleasure crashed through her. The sight of her coming undone above me, combined with the relentless suction of Archer's mouth, shattered my control completely.

With a guttural groan, I found my release, pulsing down Archer's throat as he swallowed around me. Sierra continued to shake above me, her climax prolonged by my continued attention as I rode out my own pleasure.

Igently lifted Sierra from my face, savoring the last taste of her as I set her down beside me on the bed. Her silver hair was delightfully tousled, falling in disarray around her flushed face. Gods, she was beautiful like this—sated and glowing with pleasure.

Pulling her close, I captured her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips. My tongue swept past her pierced lower lip, exploring and claiming. I curled one hand around the nape of her neck, holding her exactly where I wanted her as I kissed her thoroughly. When I finally released her, she was breathless, her eyes heavy-lidded.

"You taste even better on my lips," I murmured, brushing a strand of silver hair from her face. My obsidian eyes traced over her features, drinking in every detail—the flush high on her cheekbones, the slight swelling of her lips from our kiss, the way her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath.

Looking over at Archer, who had moved to kneel at the foot of the bed, I gave him an appreciative nod. "You've been so patient," I told him, noting the obvious strain in his body, the tension that spoke of his own unmet needs. "Such restraint deserves a reward, don't you think, little witch?"

Sierra's eyes followed mine to Archer, a slow smile spreading across her face. My hand drifted to her lower abdomen, barely touching where I knew her cramps had troubled her earlier.

"Feeling better?" I asked, my voice low and intimate.

She nodded, leaning into my touch. "Much," she replied, her voice still husky from her cries. "Though I think another orgasm or two might help with the cramps." The playful glint in her eyes was matched by the suggestive curve of her lips.

I laughed, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. "Doctor's orders, then," I agreed, my tail flicking with anticipation behind me. "And I know just how to administer the treatment."

With a gesture that brooked no argument, I beckoned Archer to join us at the top of the bed. "On your back," I commanded, watching as he moved to comply, his movements fluid and graceful despite his obvious arousal.

As he settled against the pillows, I turned to Sierra, leaning close to whisper in her ear, though loud enough for Archer to hear. "Ride him like he's never been ridden before," I instructed, my claws tracing a delicate path down her spine. "Show him exactly what he's been missing."

Sierra's breath caught at my words, her pupils dilating further as she nodded. I helped position her, my large hands nearly spanning her waist as I guided her to straddle Archer's hips. The contrast between them was striking—her silver hair and pale skin against his darker coloring, her petite frame poised above his more substantial one.

I settled back against the headboard, giving them space while maintaining the perfect vantage point to watch. My tail twitched against the sheets, betraying my excitement as Sierra lowered herself onto Archer with agonizing slowness. The sound that escaped him—a strangled groan that seemed torn from deep within his chest—was immensely satisfying.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice a low purr as Sierra began to move. "Take what you need from him."