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Archer

I winced as Callum's hand connected with my ass again, the sharp sting blooming into a delicious warmth that radiated through my body.

The restraint on my wrist pulled slightly as Sierra shifted beside me, her breathing quick and shallow.

I couldn't see her face from this position, but I could feel her pulse racing through the bond where our wrists were tied together.

"Enough teasing," Callum's voice was low and dangerous. "Are you ready for me, Archer?"

Something about his tone, the commanding presence he exuded, made me want to submit completely.

It wasn't like me. I'd always been defiant, independent, but there was a freedom in surrendering to him that I'd never experienced before. Except with Rowen. But he didn’t take quite as much pleasure in my brattish behavior.

"Yes," I breathed, then added words I'd never said to anyone, "please, Daddy."

The room went silent for a heartbeat. I felt Callum freeze behind me, his fingers still buried deep inside me. Had I misread the situation? Embarrassment swept through me, hot and uncomfortable.

Then I felt Callum lean over me, his chest pressing against my back as his lips brushed my ear.

"What did you call me?" His voice containing a new edge that sent shivers down my spine.

I swallowed hard. "Nothing. I didn't?—"

His hand tangled in my hair, tugging just enough to make my scalp tingle pleasantly. "Say it again," he commanded.

Meeting his gaze over my shoulder, I saw something primal and possessive in those eerie green eyes.

"Please, Daddy," I repeated, my voice stronger this time.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. "I like that," he murmured, releasing my hair to stroke it almost tenderly. "I like that very much."

From beside us, I heard Sierra's sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan that Rowen quickly muffled with what I assumed was his mouth returning to her most sensitive places.

Callum withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and desperate. I heard the cap of the lube bottle open again, and then the slick sounds of him coating himself. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

"Remember," Callum said, positioning himself behind me, "you're bound to Sierra. Be careful with your movements."

"I know," I replied, glancing at our bound wrists. "I won't hurt her."

"Good boy," he purred, and the praise sent an unexpected jolt of pleasure through me.

The blunt pressure of Callum's cock against my entrance made me tense involuntarily. He noticed immediately, one hand stroking soothingly down my spine.

"Relax for me," he murmured. "I've prepared you well. Trust me."

Trust wasn't something that came easily to me. Growing up knowing I was half-angel, half-demon had taught me to keep my guard up. But here, in this moment, with Callum's steady presence behind me and Sierra's warmth beside me, I found myself wanting to let go of that control.

I took a deep breath and consciously relaxed my muscles. Callum hummed approvingly and began to push forward, the initial stretch burning despite his careful preparation. I buried my face in the sheets, biting my lip to keep from making noise.

"No," Callum admonished, grabbing my hair again and lifting my head. "Let them hear you. Let Sierra hear what I do to you."

He punctuated his words by pushing deeper, and this time I didn't hold back the groan that tore from my throat. The burn was already transforming into pleasure, my body accepting him inch by torturous inch.

When he was fully seated inside me, Callum paused, allowing me to adjust to the intrusion. His hand stroked my lower back, surprisingly gentle for someone who had just been spanking me moments ago.

"You feel incredible.” His voice was strained with the effort of remaining still. "So tight around me. So perfect."

The praise warmed something inside me, something that had always been cold and untouched. I experimentally rocked back against him, wanting more of that feeling, more of him.

"Please," I whispered, "move."

"Since you asked so nicely." Callum began a slow, measured retreat before pushing back in with the same deliberate pace.

The sensation was overwhelming. Not just the physical pleasure, which was intense, but the emotional connection I hadn't expected. Each thrust was perfectly angled, as if Callum had mapped my body and knew exactly where to aim to make me see stars.

"Look at him," I heard Rowen say to Sierra. "Look how he takes my brother. Does that excite you, my omega?"

Sierra's answering moan was all the confirmation needed. The knowledge that she was watching us, finding pleasure in our connection, added another layer to my own enjoyment.

Callum gradually increased his pace, one hand maintaining its grip in my hair while the other held my hip in a bruising grasp.

Each time he pulled my head back, the strain in my neck sent sparks of pain-pleasure down my spine, mingling with the building waves of sensation from his perfectly aimed thrusts.

"You're mine now," Callum growled, his rhythm faltering for just a moment as the intensity of his own pleasure caught him off guard. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I gasped without hesitation. In that moment, it was the absolute truth. I belonged to him, to this pleasure he was giving me.

A shift in the mattress beside us caught my attention.

Through half-lidded eyes, I watched as Rowen maneuvered himself and Sierra, carefully twisting her restraint so she ended up straddling him, her back to his chest. The position gave her a perfect view of Callum and me while still keeping our wrists bound together.

"Look at her," Callum commanded, slowing his thrusts to a torturous pace. "Look at our little mate."

I turned my head to meet Sierra's gaze. Her pupils were blown wide with desire, her silver hair cascading around her shoulders like a moonlit waterfall. Rowen's hands were on her hips, guiding her movements as she rode him, but her attention was fixed entirely on Callum and me.

"Kiss her," Callum ordered, angling my body so I could reach Sierra without straining our bound wrists.

I leaned forward, our lips meeting in a desperate clash. Her mouth tasted of herself and Rowen, a heady combination that made me groan against her lips. Callum chose that moment to snap his hips forward hard, driving deeper than before, and I gasped into Sierra's mouth.

She swallowed the sound eagerly, her free hand coming up to tangle in my hair alongside Callum's. The dual sensation of both of them gripping my locks, controlling me, sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"That's it," Rowen encouraged, his voice thick with desire as he guided Sierra's movements on top of him. "Watch them while you take me, little mate. Keep your eyes on them."

Our kiss broke as Sierra moaned, her rhythm faltering as Rowen hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. Her eyes locked with mine, a silent communication passing between us. Shared pleasure. Shared surrender to the two dominant men controlling our bodies.

Callum's pace increased again, each thrust harder and more precise than the last. I could tell he was getting close by the way his breathing changed, becoming more ragged, more desperate.

"Touch yourself," he commanded. "I want to feel you come around me."

With my free hand, I reached beneath myself, wrapping my fingers around my painfully hard cock. The first stroke nearly undid me, the dual sensations almost too much to bear.

"Look at them," Callum growled, yanking my head back so I was forced to watch Rowen and Sierra. "Watch how he takes her while I take you."

The four of us moved together in an erotic harmony, Callum's thrusts syncing with Rowen's upward movements into Sierra. It was as if they'd choreographed this dance, their rhythms matching so perfectly it seemed impossible they hadn't planned it.

The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, breathless moans, whispered encouragements and demands. The scent of arousal hung heavy in the air, intoxicating and primal.

"Are you close?" Callum asked, his voice tight with restraint.

"Yes," I managed to gasp, my hand moving faster over my length. "So close."

"Wait," he commanded. "Not until I say."

The effort to hold back my release was almost painful, my entire body tense with the need for completion. Across from me, Sierra appeared to be in similar straits, her body trembling as Rowen controlled her pace with an iron grip on her hips.

"Callum," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "Please."

"Not yet," he insisted, his thrusts becoming more erratic as his own control began to slip.

I looked to Sierra for solidarity in our shared torment and found her staring back at me with the same desperate need. Rowen was whispering something in her ear that made her whimper and writhe against him, but she never broke eye contact with me.

The connection between us, all four of us, seemed to intensify, a physical manifestation of the bonds that had been forming since we'd come together. I could feel not just my own pleasure, but echoes of theirs as well, reverberating through whatever mysterious link tied us to one another.

"Now," Callum finally growled, his fingers digging into my hip with bruising force. "Come for me now."

The permission was all I needed. My release crashed through me with staggering intensity, my body clenching around Callum as waves of pleasure radiated outward from my core.

Through the haze of my own climax, I was dimly aware of Sierra crying out, her body arching as she reached her peak simultaneously.

Callum followed immediately, his rhythm faltering as he drove deep one final time, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself inside me. Rowen's release came just seconds later, his hands gripping Sierra's hips hard enough to leave marks as he thrust up into her one last time.

The four of us froze in that moment of shared ecstasy, connected not just physically but through something deeper, something primal and inexplicable. I could feel their heartbeats alongside my own, our breathing gradually synchronizing as we came down from the heights of pleasure together.