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The sight of her kneeling there, her expression both tender and fierce, made tension coil tight within me.

I reached for my belt buckle, my movements deliberately unhurried as her gaze tracked my hands.

Her lips parted slightly, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet them in unconscious anticipation.

I savored the power of that moment—not dominance, but the sacred trust between us that made such surrender possible.

Behind her, I caught Rowen's eyes, dark with the same reverence I felt. Archer's jaw clenched as he watched her, the muscle jumping beneath his skin betraying his barely controlled desire.

I reached down to stroke Sierra's cheek, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip.

Her eyes fixed on mine as she leaned into my touch, the devotion in her gaze making my chest tighten with feelings I'd never experienced before her.

The flour still dusting her silver hair caught the dim light, making her look almost ethereal despite the carnal tableau we were creating.

"You're so perfect," I murmured, watching her eyes dilate further at my praise.

I unfastened my pants, pushing them down along with my underwear to free my painfully hard cock. Sierra's attention immediately shifted, her lips parting as she stared hungrily at me. The naked want in her expression made my breath catch.

"Come here, little mate," I encouraged, guiding myself toward her waiting mouth.

She leaned forward eagerly, her warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin a moment before her lips closed around the head of my cock.

The wet heat of her mouth engulfed me, and I couldn't stop the groan that tore from my throat.

Her tongue swirled around my tip, exploring and tasting with obvious enjoyment.

"Fuck," I hissed, threading my fingers through her silver hair, careful not to grip too tightly despite the overwhelming urge to thrust deeper.

Beside us, Rowen and Archer had both freed themselves as well, their cocks jutting proudly as they watched Sierra pleasure me.

She seemed instinctively aware of them, her hands reaching out to find them without breaking her concentration on me.

Her small fingers wrapped around Archer first, her grip firm as she began stroking him in time with the bobbing of her head on my cock.

Archer's normally stoic expression cracked, naked pleasure washing over his features as her skilled hand worked him. His ice-blue eyes fluttered closed momentarily, his lips parting on a silent gasp.

Sierra's other hand found Rowen, and the sight of her kneeling there—mouth full of my cock while her hands stroked my brother and Archer—was almost too much to bear. The trust in that moment, the perfect harmony of our unusual bond, struck me with its beauty and rightness.

She pulled back from me with a wet pop, her lips glistening and slightly swollen.

Without hesitation, she turned to Archer, taking him into her mouth next while her hands continued their ministrations on Rowen and me.

The sudden loss of her warm mouth made me groan in frustration, but watching her lips stretch around Archer's thickness offered its own kind of pleasure.

Archer's control visibly slipped as Sierra took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with suction that made his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

One of his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements with gentle pressure.

The usually disciplined warrior was coming undone under her attentions, his breathing ragged, his normally pale face flushed with passion.

"That's it," he encouraged roughly, watching her take him. "Just like that."

Her hand on my cock tightened slightly as she focused on Archer, her thumb swiping over my sensitive tip to spread the moisture gathering there. The simple touch was maddening—not enough to bring satisfaction but perfect to keep me balanced on the knife's edge of pleasure.

After thoroughly worshipping Archer with her mouth, Sierra turned again, this time seeking out Rowen.

My brother's obsidian eyes blazed with hunger as she positioned herself before him, her tongue darting out to taste him before taking him fully into her mouth.

A rumbling groan emanated from deep in his chest, almost inhuman in its intensity.

"So good," Rowen praised, his voice a guttural rasp as he watched her silver head bob between his thighs. "Your mouth was made for this, mate."

She hummed in apparent agreement, the vibration making Rowen's jaw clench with the effort to maintain control. Her hands never stopped their attention to Archer and me, maintaining a perfect rhythm that kept us all straining toward release without quite pushing us over the edge.

The sight of her moving between us, so eager to please all three of her mates at once, filled me with a complex mixture of lust and tenderness.

This woman who held so much power—both literal and figurative—chose to submit to us this way, to take pleasure in our pleasure.

It was humbling and arousing in equal measure.

Sierra pulled back from Rowen, gasping slightly for breath, her lips ruby-red and swollen from use.

Her eyes, half-lidded with desire, met mine as she returned her attention to my cock, taking me deep in one smooth motion that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

The wet heat of her mouth, the suction as she hollowed her cheeks, the slight scrape of teeth along my sensitive flesh—it was ecstasy in its purest form.

"Gods," I breathed, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking more of that exquisite sensation.

She worked me with obvious enthusiasm before pulling back again, returning to Archer, whose ice-blue eyes had darkened to stormy cobalt with need.

As she took him into her mouth once more, her hand twisted expertly around Rowen, drawing a string of curses from his lips that would have made lesser beings tremble.

The rotation continued—from me to Archer to Rowen and back again—each of us receiving her devoted oral attention while her skilled hands kept the others on the edge. She seemed to glory in her ability to reduce three powerful males to trembling, needy creatures under her ministrations.

Watching her move between us, her silver hair swaying with her movements, her hands and mouth working in perfect harmony, was the most erotic thing I'd ever witnessed.

The selflessness of her pleasure, combined with the obvious enjoyment she took in servicing us this way, made my chest tight with emotions I couldn't fully name.

As she returned to me once more, taking me deep until I felt the back of her throat, I couldn't stop my hips from bucking forward.

She took it in stride, relaxing her jaw to accommodate me, her eyes watering slightly but never losing that hungry gleam.

Her hands continued their relentless stroking of Archer and Rowen, maintaining the delicate balance of bringing us all steadily closer to the edge without allowing any of us to topple over.