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Her movements started tentatively, a gentle rise and fall that had them both gasping. But as she found her rhythm, her confidence grew. Her hands splayed across Archer's chest for balance, her silver hair swaying hypnotically with each roll of her hips.

Archer's hands moved to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. The ice blue of his eyes had all butdisappeared, swallowed by the black of his pupils as he watched her move above him.

I sat back, savoring the view of my mates pleasuring each other. The symphony of their gasps and moans, the scent of their arousal heavy in the air, the visual feast of Sierra's lithe body undulating above Archer's more muscular form—it was intoxicating.

"Beautiful," I murmured, more to myself than to them, though Sierra's eyes flicked to mine at the word. The look she gave me—part shy, part defiant, wholly aroused—sent heat coursing through me anew.

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The sensation of Sierra moving above me was driving me to the edge of my sanity. Her warmth enveloped me completely, her body creating a tight, perfect fit that had my vision blurring at the edges. I watched, mesmerized, as she found her rhythm, her silver hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall of moonlight.

"Gods," I breathed, my hands finding purchase on her hips, the curve of them fitting perfectly against my palms.

Her body undulated above mine in a hypnotic dance, her head tipped back slightly, exposing the delicate column of her throat. The sight of her—so lost in pleasure, so uninhibited—was almost too much to bear. Each roll of her hips sent jolts of electricity through my entire body, centering at the point where we were joined.

I tightened my grip on her hips, urging her into a faster pace. "Just like that," I encouraged, my voice breaking slightly as she complied, quickening her movements.

We were climbing together, her soft gasps and moans mingling with my deeper groans. I could feel the tension building, coiling tighter in my core with each perfect movement. But I wanted—needed—to feel her come apart first.

I slid one hand between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. My fingers moved in deliberate circles, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and arch her back.

"Archer," she moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as my touch intensified the sensations she was already experiencing.

From the side of the bed, I heard deep, approving murmurs.

"That's it," Callum's voice came, low and husky with his own arousal. "Help her find her pleasure."

"She looks perfect riding you," Rowen added, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. "Show her how good you can make her feel."

Their praise fueled something primal in me, a desire to prove myself worthy of this woman, of this pack we were forming. I redoubled my efforts, synchronizing the circles of my fingers with the rhythm of her movements, applying pressure exactly where I knew she needed it most.

I could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter around me, a sure sign that she was approaching her peak. Her breathing grew more ragged, her movements slightly less coordinated as pleasure began to overtake her control.

"That's it, Sierra," I encouraged, transfixed by the sight of her above me, her face a mask of approaching ecstasy. "Let go for me."

I began to thrust upward from below, meeting her movements with my own, driving deeper into her welcoming heat. The dual sensations of my thrusts and circling fingers proved too much for her to resist.

With a keening cry, she shattered, her entire body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her inner muscles clenched around me rhythmically, nearly pushing me over the edge with her. But I held back, wanting to prolong this moment,to watch her come completely undone before I allowed myself the same release.

As her first climax began to ebb, I increased my pace, driving up into her with more force, my fingers still working in tight circles. Her eyes flew open, locking with mine in shock and mounting pleasure.

"Again," I commanded softly, feeling her body already responding, already climbing toward another peak.

She gasped, her hands bracing against my chest as I continued my relentless pace. "I can't?—"

"You can," I insisted, feeling her body contradict her words as she began to tighten around me once more. "Together this time."

The tension inside me was reaching unbearable levels, a coiled spring ready to release. I could tell from Sierra's increasingly desperate movements and breathless cries that she was right there with me, teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"Now," I groaned, my control finally slipping as I felt her begin to pulse around me again.

Sierra cried out, her body going rigid above me as pleasure overtook her a second time. The sight of her, with head thrown back, silver hair wild around her shoulders, lips parted in a silent scream, combined with the exquisite sensation of her inner walls clenching around me, was my undoing.

I thrust up one final time, holding her hips firmly against mine as I followed her over the edge, my release hitting me with an intensity that had me seeing stars. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, each one drawing a ragged groan from deep in my chest.

Icollapsed back against the pillows, my chest heaving with exertion as Sierra's weight settled against me. Her body was slick with sweat, her silver hair sticking to her flushed skin in damp tendrils. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her breathing slowly synchronize with mine.