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Callum

I struggled to tear my gaze away from Sierra's flushed face.

The silver of her hair was splayed across the furs beneath us, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as she recovered from Archer's attentions.

My turn was coming, and the anticipation coiled tight within me, a physical ache that demanded satisfaction.

But something strange caught my peripheral vision. Movement where there should have been none.

I reluctantly shifted my focus past Sierra's shoulder, and my breath caught in my throat. The sanctuary—my sanctuary—was transforming before my very eyes.

Flowers were blooming along the walls, not just the few that had appeared during Rowen's claiming, but hundreds of them—night-blooming jasmine, moonflowers, and rare phosphorescent orchids that I hadn't seen in this realm for millennia.

Their ghostly blue-white light cast ethereal patterns across our skin, turning Sierra's silver hair into a river of starlight.

Even more astonishing, several weeping willows had sprouted from the earthen floor, their slender branches already reaching toward the ceiling, tiny green leaves unfurling like curious fingertips. The roots pushed through the packed earth, creating natural undulations in the previously flat floor.

And water—where had that come from? A small stream now trickled along the far wall, feeding into a crystal-clear pond that hadn't existed when we'd entered the sanctuary. The water caught the bioluminescent light from the flowers, reflecting it back in hypnotic patterns.

"By all the ancient powers," I whispered, awestruck by the transformation.

Sierra's eyes followed mine, widening as she took in the changes. Even in her pleasure-dazed state, she recognized the significance.

I leaned forward, brushing damp strands of silver hair from her forehead. My fingers lingered against her skin, marveling at the power that hummed beneath her mortal flesh.

"Look what you've done," I murmured, my voice soft with wonder. "You've brought new life to the realm, to my sanctuary. No living soul has walked these grounds in centuries, and now..." I gestured to the blooming life around us. "Now it responds to your presence as if welcoming you home."

Sierra's eyes, still glazed and unfocused from her multiple climaxes, found mine. A dreamy smile curved her lips. "Did I do that?" she asked, her voice husky from her cries of pleasure.

"Yes," I confirmed, trailing my fingertips down her cheek to her jaw. "Your power, unlocked by our claiming, is already reshaping our world. You're extraordinary."

She laughed, the sound light and carefree, unburdened by the enormity of what was happening. "I'm delightful. What did you expect?"

Her unexpected quip startled a genuine laugh from me. Even now, overwhelmed and caught between three supernatural beings, she maintained that spark of irreverent humor that had first drawn me to her.

"She's all yours now, brother," Archer said, his wings still partially extended, the white feathers catching the bioluminescent light in iridescent flashes. He winced slightly as he separated from Sierra, his partial knot having finally subsided.

I rose from my position at the foot of the bed, prowling forward until I could reach Archer.

Without hesitation, I tangled my fingers in his dark hair and pulled him toward me, claiming his mouth in a fierce kiss.

I could taste Sierra on his lips, along with the metallic tang of Rowen's bite.

The combination was intoxicating, and I growled my approval against his mouth.

When I released him, his ice-blue eyes were dark with renewed hunger. "Don't keep her waiting," he advised, voice rough with satisfaction and the promise of more to come.

I turned my full attention to Sierra then, drinking in the sight of her sprawled across the furs, her body bearing the visible marks of her claiming by both Rowen and Archer. A fierce possessiveness surged through me at the sight. She would bear my mark too, before this night was through.

With deliberate slowness, I eased her further up the bed, arranging her against the pillows.

My hands savored the silken texture of her skin, the generous curves of her body.

Unlike Rowen's demonic form or Archer's angelic heritage, my Fae nature didn't manifest in such dramatic physical changes—but I had other gifts, other pleasures to offer our shared mate.

I gathered her wrists in one of my hands, drawing them above her head and pressing them gently into the pillows.

The action arched her back, offering her breasts to my appreciative gaze.

She didn't resist, instead looking up at me with those extraordinary silver eyes, now beginning to clear from their pleasure-haze as anticipation for what was to come built within her.

"It's finally my turn," I told her, my voice dropping to the low, mesmerizing cadence that was unique to the Fae. "My turn to make you mine, to quench the heat... at least for the moment."

She shivered at my words, her body responding to the subtle magic woven through them.

The Fae were known for their voice magic, their ability to enthrall with nothing more than carefully chosen words.

I would use every advantage, every gift at my disposal to make this final claiming unforgettable for her.

Unlike my brother and Archer, who had taken her with unleashed passion and primal hunger, I positioned myself between her thighs with deliberate patience.

My arousal brushed against her entrance, already slick and welcoming from her previous pleasures.

The feeling of that first contact nearly undid my control—she was heat and silk and everything I'd dreamed of during my long, solitary years.

"Please," she whispered, her hips lifting invitingly. "Callum, please."

I smiled down at her, tightening my grip on her wrists ever so slightly. "Patience, little necromancer. We have all night, all eternity. I intend to savor every moment."

Then I pushed forward, sinking into her welcoming heat with agonizing slowness. I watched her face as I did, cataloging every flicker of expression, every gasp and moan as her body yielded to mine. When I was fully seated within her, her eyes had fallen closed, her head tipping back in pleasure.

"No," I said softly, my free hand coming up to wrap lightly around her throat, my thumb positioned just under her chin to guide her gaze back to mine. "Look at me, Sierra. I want to see your eyes as I take you."

Her eyelids fluttered open, those extraordinary silver irises meeting mine.

The connection was electric, intimate in a way that transcended the physical joining of our bodies.

Through our newly forming bond, I could feel echoes of her pleasure, her growing need.

It amplified my own, creating a feedback loop of sensation that threatened to overwhelm us both.

I began to move within her, setting a pace that was deliberately, torturously slow.

Each withdrawal was languid, each return measured and deep, ensuring she felt every inch of me claiming her.

She tried to quicken the pace, her hips rising to meet mine, but I used my grip on her throat to control her movements.

"Patience," I reminded her, watching as frustration and pleasure warred on her beautiful face. "Feel every moment, every sensation. Let it build slowly."

Her inner walls fluttered around me, her body already primed from her previous climaxes.

She was exquisitely responsive, a perfect counterpoint to my controlled advances.

Where Rowen had claimed her with dominant force and Archer with passionate intensity, I would claim her with measured pleasure, drawing out her ecstasy until she couldn't remember anything but my name.

"You're taking me so well," I praised, my voice still carrying that subtle Fae enchantment that seemed to sink directly into her blood. "Our perfect little omega, made to take all three of us, to complete our circle."

She moaned at my words, her fingers curling into fists above her head where I still held her wrists. I could feel her pulse racing beneath my palm at her throat, could see the flush spreading across her chest and up her neck.

Once more she tried to close her eyes, to tip her head back and lose herself in the sensations I was creating. Once more I tightened my hold just slightly, using my thumb to guide her chin back down, forcing her to maintain eye contact.

"Stay with me," I commanded softly. "I want to watch you come apart for me, just as you did for them. I want to see it in your eyes when you surrender to me."

My measured pace continued, each thrust deliberate and deep.

The sanctuary around us responded to our joining, the flowers releasing more of their intoxicating perfume, the water in the new pond rippling in sync with our movements.

The magic between us built with each passing moment, a tangible force that seemed to press against my skin from the inside out.

"Callum," she gasped, her inner walls beginning to tighten around me in warning of her approaching climax. "I'm close, I can't?—"

"You can," I assured her, my own control beginning to fray at the edges as her pleasure fed into mine through our strengthening bond. "You will hold on until I tell you to let go. You're doing so beautifully, taking me so perfectly."

I leaned down, pressing my forehead against hers without breaking our eye contact. "You're our good little omega," I whispered against her lips. "Made for us, for this, for the pleasure we can give you. Feel how perfectly you take me, how your body was designed to join with mine."

Her breathing grew ragged, her pupils dilating until only a thin ring of silver remained. I could feel her approaching the edge, fighting to obey my command to hold back. The power of her restraint, her willingness to submit to my control, was as arousing as the physical sensations of our joining.

My own climax approached with the inexorability of the rising tide, my control slipping further with each thrust into her welcoming heat. The base of my cock began to swell with the beginnings of my knot, another reminder of the ritual that was reaching its culmination.

When I knew neither of us could hold back any longer, I shifted my grip on her throat, exposing the unmarked side of her neck. The spot opposite Rowen's mark seemed to pulse with invitation, the skin there flushed and warm.

"Now," I commanded, my voice rough with need. "Come for me now, Sierra."

As her climax crashed through her, I sank my teeth into the junction where her neck met her shoulder, marking her as mine with the same ritual bite that Rowen had placed on her opposite side.

The taste of her skin, the salt of her sweat, and the indescribable essence that was uniquely Sierra flooded my mouth as my fangs broke the surface.

Her inner walls clamped down around me in rhythmic pulses, milking my own release from me with irresistible force. My knot swelled to its full size, locking us together as my seed flooded her willing body, mingling with that of my brother and Archer, completing the trinity of our claiming.

Magic exploded outward from the point where our bodies joined, a visible shockwave of power that caused the newly grown trees to sway as if caught in a strong wind.

The flowers released a cloud of luminescent pollen that drifted around us like earthbound stars, settling on our sweat-dampened skin in glittering patterns.

I lapped at the mark I'd placed on her neck, soothing the sting with gentle passes of my tongue as aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through both our bodies. The ritual was complete. The three-fold claiming accomplished. Sierra was now irrevocably bound to us, as we were to her.

We lay together, breathing heavily, my body still joined to hers by the knot that would ensure we remained connected for some time yet. I released her wrists, stroking my hands down her arms to ease any discomfort from their prolonged position.

Archer approached the bed, his wings now folded neatly against his back, a satisfied smile playing about his lips. "Well," he said, his ice-blue eyes twinkling with humor, "now we need to bite Callum so we all have marks. Seems only fair."

Rowen, who had been watching the completion of our ritual with those obsidian eyes that missed nothing, let out a short bark of laughter. "Fuck that shit," he said, his tail twitching with amusement. "I'm not biting my own brother."