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Rowen

I watched the desire ignite in Sierra's eyes as she begged us to help her forget.

The raw need in her voice sent a primal surge through my blood.

Her silver hair caught the light as she pressed against Archer, their lips locked in a desperate kiss that spoke volumes about the fear and tension we all felt.

But I wasn't going to stand by and watch. Not when my little mate needed something only we could give her.

Without hesitation, I strode forward. My demonic nature thrummed just beneath my skin, responding to the scent of her arousal that perfumed the air. As Archer and Sierra broke apart, both panting, I moved decisively.

"My turn," I growled.

In one fluid motion, I hoisted Sierra over my shoulder, one hand firmly gripping her ass to keep her in place. She let out a startled yelp that quickly dissolved into a breathless laugh. The sound sent a shot of pure satisfaction straight to my cock.

"Rowen!" she gasped, her small fists playfully pounding against my back. "What are you doing?"

"Exactly what you asked for," I replied, already heading for the stairs. "I'm making you forget."

I didn't need to look back to know Callum and Archer were following. The bond between the four of us had been growing stronger by the minute, a connection that transcended ordinary understanding. I could feel their presence, their desire matching my own.

Sierra's body was warm against mine as I took the stairs two at a time, her weight nothing to my supernatural strength. The subtle curves of her ass pressed against my shoulder, and I couldn't resist giving it a firm squeeze that drew another delightful squeak from her lips.

I kicked open the door to my bedroom. Our bedroom now, I supposed, though we hadn't explicitly discussed living arrangements. The massive four-poster bed dominated the space, its black silk sheets perfectly made. Not for long.

With a predatory grin, I tossed Sierra onto the mattress.

She bounced with a surprised giggle, her silver hair fanning out around her like a halo.

The sight of her there, eyes bright with anticipation, cheeks flushed with desire, sent a surge of possessiveness through me that was nearly overwhelming.

"You look good in my bed," I told her, my voice dropping to a register that made her pupils dilate.

"She looks good everywhere," came Callum's voice from the doorway.

I turned to see a sight that made me bark out a laugh. Callum had entered with Archer slung over his shoulder much as I'd carried Sierra. But unlike Sierra's playful acceptance, Archer was squirming and cursing, his dignity clearly affronted.

"Put me down, you Fae bastard!" Archer growled, though there was more heat than anger in his voice.

Callum's grin was wicked, showcasing his sharp fangs. "I brought my own snack," he announced, patting Archer's ass with obvious enjoyment. "I thought I might feast alongside you, brother."

I laughed again, genuinely amused by Archer's predicament and Callum's predatory satisfaction. "By all means," I gestured toward the bed.

Sierra's scent suddenly intensified, the sweet aroma of her arousal becoming sharper, headier. I inhaled deeply, savoring it like the finest ambrosia. My gaze snapped to her face, finding her eyes fixed on Callum and Archer, fascination and unmistakable lust written across her features.

"You like that idea, little one?" I asked, though her body had already given me the answer.

She bit her lip, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "I... I've never seen..." Her voice trailed off, but her meaning was clear enough.

"You want to watch Callum take Archer?" I clarified, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed even darker at my blunt words.

She nodded, a small, eager movement. "Please," she whispered, her eyes darting between me and the other two men. "Can I?"

Her pleading awakened something primal in me. I wanted to give her everything she desired, to show her pleasure in all its forms. I wanted to erase the fear and uncertainty from her mind, if only for tonight.

I growled, low in my chest, as I made a quick decision. "Callum," I ordered, "put Archer next to Sierra on the bed."

Callum complied immediately, depositing Archer beside Sierra with surprising gentleness. The two of them lay side by side, both looking up at us with a mixture of defiance and desire.

"What exactly are you planning?" Archer asked, his ice-blue eyes narrowing suspiciously.

I met Callum's gaze, and a silent understanding passed between us. "Something memorable," I promised. "Something that will help Sierra forget everything but pleasure for a few hours."

Callum moved to stand at the foot of the bed, his eerily pale green eyes gleaming with anticipation. "I'll start with this one." He gestured to Archer. "Get him ready for me."

I nodded, then turned my attention to Sierra. "And I'll take care of our little omega."

"What if we don't want to be 'taken care of'?" Archer challenged, though the bulge in his pants told a different story.

"Your body betrays you, angel-blood," Callum purred, already reaching for Archer's clothes. "Just surrender to it."

I watched with appreciation as Callum began to methodically strip Archer, revealing inches of toned muscle and pale skin. Meanwhile, I moved to Sierra's side, my hands finding the hem of her oversized sweater.

"Arms up," I commanded, pleased when she immediately complied.

I pulled the sweater over her head, revealing her perfect breasts, already peaked with arousal. The sight of her bare skin made my mouth water. She was exquisite. All soft curves and delicate bones, strength and vulnerability perfectly balanced.

"Beautiful." I traced a finger along the curve of her breast. She shivered under my touch, her silver eyes darkening with desire.

Beside us, Callum had made quick work of Archer's clothes, leaving the half-angel completely naked. Archer's body was a study in contrasts to Sierra's. All lean muscle and sharp angles, his cock already hard and straining against his stomach.

An idea formed in my mind, a way to give Sierra exactly what she wanted while keeping her close enough for me to pleasure her simultaneously. I felt my lips curve into a smirk.

"Don't move," I told Sierra as I finished removing her leggings and panties, leaving her gloriously naked.

I reached to the side table drawer and withdrew a length of soft silk rope. One of many such items I kept close at hand. Sierra's eyes widened as she watched me handle the rope.

"Your wrist," I demanded, holding out my hand.

She hesitated only for a second before offering her left arm to me. I wrapped the silk around her wrist, tying it securely but not too tight. Then I reached for Archer's right wrist and did the same, binding the two of them together.

"What are you doing?" Archer asked, though his breathing had quickened.

"Setting the stage," I replied, taking the joined bindings and looping them through one of the metal rings that were discreetly built into the headboard. I secured them there, effectively tethering both Sierra and Archer to the bed, side by side.

"The beds in Hell are remarkably well-equipped," Callum commented with a smirk, eying the bondage rings. "So thoughtful of you to include such useful features."

"I like to be prepared." I stepped back to admire my handiwork.

Sierra tested the restraint, tugging gently. Finding herself securely bound to both the bed and to Archer, she let out a small sound that was part nervousness, part excitement.

"Is this okay?" I asked her, needing to be sure. For all my demonic nature, I would never force anything on her. Consent was important to me.

She nodded, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Yes," she whispered. "It's perfect."

"And you?" I directed at Archer, who was still testing the bonds.

He met my gaze defiantly and scoffed. "As if I couldn't break these if I wanted to."

Callum laughed, the sound both melodious and threatening. "Perhaps," he acknowledged, "but you won't." He ran a possessive hand down Archer's chest, making the half-angel shudder. "Because you want this as much as Sierra does."

"Fuck you," Archer spat, though there was no real venom in his voice. This was what he did. He was a brat, through and through.

Callum's grin widened, revealing more of those dangerous fangs. "Oh, it's definitely going to be the other way around."

I chuckled at their exchange, enjoying the dynamic between them. Archer's brattish defiance was the perfect counterpoint to Callum's dominant certainty. Sierra seemed to think so too, given the way her thighs rubbed together, seeking friction.

"Now," I said, returning to the matter at hand, "Sierra wants to watch you two. And I want to taste our little mate while she does."

I positioned myself between Sierra's legs, spreading them wide to expose her glistening sex. The scent of her arousal hit me like a physical force, making my cock throb painfully against the confines of my pants. But that could wait. First, I wanted to drive her mad with my mouth.

"Keep your eyes open," I commanded her, lowering my head until my breath ghosted over her sensitive flesh. "Watch Callum take Archer while I taste you. Don't look away, or I'll stop. Understand?"

She nodded eagerly, her free hand fisting in the sheets in anticipation.

"Say it," I demanded.

"I understand," she gasped. "I'll watch. I promise."

Satisfied, I glanced at Callum, who was positioning himself between Archer's legs. "Make it good," I told my half-brother. "Give her a show worth watching."

Callum's eyes gleamed with wicked intent. "With pleasure."

Archer chose that moment to test his boundaries again, kicking out at Callum with surprising speed. The Fae caught his ankle easily, a dangerous expression crossing his face.

"Now that," Callum said, his voice silky with threat, "was very naughty."

Without warning, he flipped Archer onto his stomach, careful not to twist the arm that was bound to Sierra. The movement forced Sierra to roll slightly onto her side, giving her the perfect vantage point to watch what was about to happen.

Callum's hand came down hard on Archer's ass, the sharp crack of the spank echoing in the bedroom. Archer let out a surprised gasp that quickly morphed into a moan.

"You like that, brat?" Callum taunted, delivering another stinging slap to the other cheek. "You like being punished?"

Archer buried his face in the mattress, refusing to answer, which only earned him another spanking. After the fifth strike, his ass was a delicious shade of pink, and his breathing had become ragged.

"Answer me," Callum demanded, his hand raised for another blow.

"Yes," Archer finally ground out. "I like it. Satisfied?"

Callum grinned triumphantly. "Very." He reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a vial of lube. "Now let's see if you like this just as much."

I watched as Callum coated his fingers liberally with the clear liquid, then positioned himself to begin preparing Archer. Sierra was transfixed, her eyes wide as she watched Callum slowly insert one finger into Archer's tight entrance.

"Perfect." I returned my attention to the feast laid out before me. "Now, keep watching them while I make you feel good."

Without further preamble, I lowered my mouth to Sierra's sex and gave her a long, slow lick from entrance to clit. The taste of her exploded across my tongue. Sweet and tangy and utterly unique. I groaned against her flesh, already addicted to her flavor.

Sierra's back arched, a breathless cry escaping her lips. Her free hand flew to the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she tried to pull me closer.

"Eyes on them," I reminded her, pausing my ministrations. "Or I stop."

Her gaze snapped back to where Callum now had two fingers working inside Archer, scissoring them to stretch him open.

Archer was no longer trying to hide his reactions, his groans of pleasure filling the room as Callum expertly found the spot inside him that made his cock jerk and leak against the sheets.

Satisfied that Sierra was following instructions, I returned to my own delicious task. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, relishing the way her thighs trembled on either side of my head. She tasted like paradise, like something I could feast on for eternity and never grow tired of.

"Rowen," she moaned, her hips lifting to press herself more firmly against my mouth. "Oh god, that feels?—"

Her words dissolved into a high-pitched whimper as I sucked her clit between my lips, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. All the while, I kept my eyes on her face, making sure she continued to watch the show Callum was putting on with Archer.

And what a show it was. Callum had three fingers inside Archer now, working him open with methodical precision. Archer's face was a mask of pleasure-pain, his ice-blue eyes glazed with lust as he rocked back against Callum's hand, seeking more.

"Look how eager he is," Callum purred, twisting his fingers in a way that made Archer curse. "He pretends to fight it, but he wants this as badly as you want to watch it."

Sierra whimpered in response, her body tensing under my ministrations. I could tell she was already close to her first orgasm, her arousal increasing as she watched the two men beside her.

I doubled my efforts, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue and targeted flicks against her clit. Her thighs began to shake, her breathing becoming more erratic. The hand in my hair tightened almost painfully, but I welcomed the sting.

"That's it, my omega," I encouraged between licks. "Come for me while you watch them. Let go."