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I guided Archer toward the foot of the bed, positioning us where Sierra would be able to see when she woke. Her silver hair was spread across the pillow like quicksilver, her full lips slightly parted in sleep. Even in repose, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

But right now, my focus was on Archer.

I stood before him, my height advantage more pronounced with our proximity. Slowly, deliberately, I threaded my fingers through his dark hair, watching his eyes darken as I tightened my grip. His lips parted slightly, his breathing already growing heavier.

"You need to let go," I murmured, tugging his head back to expose the column of his throat. "Stop thinking for a while."

Before he could respond, I claimed his mouth in a bruising kiss.

There was nothing gentle about it—our lips crashed together with barely restrained violence, teeth scraping, tongues battling for dominance.

I poured all my frustration and desire into the kiss, and he met me measure for measure, his hands coming up to fist in my shirt.

When we broke apart, both breathing hard, I saw Sierra's eyes were open, watching us with naked interest from the bed. Rowen's hand was stroking her silver hair, but his gaze was fixed on Archer and me, dark and intent.

"On your knees," I ordered Archer, my voice rough with need.

He complied without hesitation, sinking gracefully to the floor before me. The sight of him like this—this deadly, skilled warrior on his knees, looking up at me with those ice-blue eyes—sent a surge of heat through my body that pooled hot and heavy in my groin.

I loosened my belt slowly, deliberately, knowing Sierra was watching every move. "Show me how good that mouth of yours is for something other than ancient languages," I said, the crudeness of my words deliberate, knowing how it affected both Archer and Sierra.

His hands were steady as they freed me from my clothing, his eyes never leaving mine. The first touch of his mouth was like a brand, hot and wet and perfect. I hissed through my teeth, one hand returning to tangle in his dark hair, guiding him.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice dropping to a growl. "Take more."

He complied beautifully, hollowing his cheeks as he took me deeper.

The sight of his lips stretched around me, the wet heat of his mouth—it was almost too much.

I kept my grip firm in his hair, controlling the pace, occasionally tugging sharply when he did something particularly skillful with his tongue.

"You look so fucking good like this," I told him, my voice rough with pleasure. "On your knees, taking my cock like you were made for it. Such a good boy."

From the bed, I heard a soft whimper—Sierra was fully awake now, watching us with wide, dilated eyes. The scent of her arousal began to fill the air, sweet and heady. Rowen's hand had moved from her hair to her waist, his large palm splayed possessively across her hip.

Archer redoubled his efforts, one hand coming up to grasp what his mouth couldn't take. The dual sensation sent sparks shooting up my spine, and I couldn't help the low groan that escaped me.

"That's it," I encouraged, my breathing growing ragged. "Show Sierra how well you take it. Show her how much you love having my cock in your mouth."

Movement from the bed caught my attention. Sierra was slipping from beneath Rowen's arm, her silver hair cascading over her shoulders as she moved toward us. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes dark with desire despite the lingering signs of discomfort on her face.

"Sierra," I started, concerned that she was pushing herself.

But she ignored my protest, sliding off the bed to kneel beside Archer. Her small hand came up to rest on his shoulder, and the sight of them together—both on their knees before me—nearly undid me completely.

"I want to help," she said, her voice husky with sleep and arousal.

Archer pulled back slightly, turning to look at her with desire-darkened eyes. Without a word, he leaned in and captured her mouth in a heated kiss. I watched, transfixed, as their tongues tangled, knowing Archer was letting her taste me on his lips.

When they broke apart, both turned their attention back to me. Sierra's delicate hand joined Archer's at the base of my cock, and then—gods help me—both their mouths descended on me together.

The contrast was exquisite—Sierra's smaller, softer lips and Archer's more demanding mouth working in tandem. They moved together as if they'd done this a hundred times, taking turns, occasionally meeting in wet, messy kisses around me.

My control, already tenuous, began to slip entirely. The visual alone would have been enough—Archer's dark head and Sierra's silver one bowed before me, their mouths sharing me between them—but combined with the sensation, it was overwhelming.

"Fuck," I groaned, my fingers tightening in Archer's hair. "I'm close."

Sierra looked up at me through her lashes, her lips red and swollen, and that was all it took. Pleasure crashed through me like a tidal wave, and I came with a pained groan, my release hitting the back of Archer's throat as he took me deep one final time.