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Archer

I pulled Sierra from Callum's arms, her legs immediately wrapping around my waist like a vise.

The raw need in her eyes was unlike anything I'd seen before—pure, primal, and completely unfiltered.

Her silver hair was wild around her face, her skin flushed with heat that radiated against me like a furnace.

"Archer," she gasped, my name on her lips sounding like both plea and prayer. Her hips rolled against mine, seeking friction, seeking relief from the inferno consuming her from within.

"I've got you," I murmured, carrying her toward the nest she'd constructed with such care over the past days. The circular fortress of blankets and pillows welcomed us as I lowered her onto the soft bedding.

She wouldn't release her grip on me, her arms locked around my neck, her legs still wrapped around my waist. "Please," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and desperate. "I need you inside me. Now."

I felt Callum and Rowen approach the bed, their presence a tangible weight in the air. The bond between the four of us thrummed with shared desire, amplified by Sierra's heat to nearly unbearable intensity.

"We're here," I assured her, stroking her hair back from her feverish face. "We'll take care of you."

Her response was a low, keening moan that shot straight to my dick. Her eyes, those remarkable silver eyes, were nearly black with need, only the thinnest ring of color remaining around her dilated pupils.

I tried to pull back, intending to undress, but Sierra made a sound of pure distress at the attempted separation. Her fingers dug into my shoulders with surprising strength, her body arching against mine.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, her voice breaking on the words. "Need you. Need all of you."

Before I could respond, I felt a strange energy pulse through the room. It emanated from Sierra, a wave of power that rippled outward like the aftershock of an earthquake. The air around us seemed to shimmer momentarily, and then our clothing simply... dissolved.

One moment I was fully dressed, and the next I was as naked as Sierra, my bare skin pressed against hers with nothing between us. A glance confirmed the same had happened to Rowen and Callum, both now standing nude beside the bed, their expressions mirroring my own surprise.

"Did you just—" I began, but my words were cut off as Sierra shifted beneath me, positioning herself so that my hardened length slid between her slick folds.

"Inside," she demanded, her silver hair splayed across the pillows like moonlight. "Now, Archer. Please."

The raw desperation in her voice shattered what remained of my restraint. With one smooth thrust, I buried myself inside her, both of us crying out at the perfect connection. Her heat engulfed me, tighter and hotter than I'd ever felt her before.

"Fuck," I groaned, my control already slipping as her inner walls clenched around me. "You're burning up."

She didn't respond with words, just wrapped her legs tighter around my waist, urging me deeper. I began to move, setting a steady rhythm that made her gasp and arch beneath me. Her hands roamed my back, nails digging into my skin in a way that walked the perfect line between pleasure and pain.

Through our bond, I could feel her desperation, her need for all of us. This wasn't just physical desire, it was something deeper, more primal. Her omega nature calling to our alpha instincts, her body demanding to be claimed, marked, filled.

I glanced up to see Rowen and Callum watching us intently, their own arousals evident. The hunger in their eyes matched what I felt, the overwhelming urge to possess and protect our mate through the trial of her heat.

Sierra's movements grew more frantic beneath me, her breathing quick and shallow. I could feel her climbing toward release, her inner muscles fluttering around my length in that telltale way.

"Let go," I encouraged, increasing my pace to match her need. "Come for me, Sierra."

Her response was immediate and breathtaking.

Her back arched off the bed, her head thrown back as pleasure crashed through her.

I felt it through our bond. Wave after wave of sensation that threatened to pull me under with her.

But I held back, gritting my teeth against my own building release.

She would need more, much more, before this heat began to ease.

As her climax ebbed, I slowed my movements, giving her a moment to catch her breath. Her eyes opened, finding mine with surprising clarity given her state.

"Archer," she whispered, reaching up to touch my face with trembling fingers. "Your wings."

I hadn't even realized they'd manifested. The familiar pressure between my shoulder blades had gone unnoticed in the intensity of our connection. Now I felt them fully, my wings, spread wide behind me, the white feathers catching the dim light of the room.

Sierra's expression was one of wonder as she gazed at them. "They're beautiful," she murmured, her hand moving from my face to reach toward one wing.

The moment her fingers made contact with my feathers, a jolt of electricity shot through me. My wings were incredibly sensitive, rarely touched by anyone. The sensation of her gentle exploration sent shudders down my spine, intensifying the pleasure of being joined with her.

"Sierra," I gasped, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.

She smiled, a surprisingly predatory expression that reminded me this wasn't just any omega in heat—this was Sierra, with all her fierce determination and stubborn will intact beneath the primal need.

"More," she demanded, her inner walls tightening around me deliberately. "I need more, Archer. Harder."

Who was I to deny such a request? I resumed my thrusting, this time with increased force that had the bed frame creaking beneath us. Each powerful stroke drove deeper, hitting that spot inside her that made her cry out with every impact.

I felt my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, the telltale sign that my release was approaching.

Unlike Rowen's fully demonic knot, mine was smaller, a reflection of my mixed heritage.

But it would still bind us together, ensuring my seed remained deep inside her where instinct demanded it belong.

"I'm close," I warned her, my rhythm becoming more erratic as the pressure built. "Going to knot you, Sierra. Going to fill you up."

Her eyes locked with mine, silver meeting ice blue in a moment of perfect understanding. "Yes," she breathed, her hands moving to my shoulders, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood. "Give me your knot, Archer. Mark me. Claim me."

The command in her voice, despite her submissive position beneath me, was impossible to resist. With one final, powerful thrust, I drove deep inside her as my release hit. My knot swelled to its full size, locking us together as pleasure exploded through my body.

Acting on pure instinct, I bent my head and sank my teeth into the soft flesh where her neck met her shoulder, directly over the claiming mark I'd placed during her first heat.

The taste of her skin, salt and sweetness mingled with something otherworldly, flooded my mouth as I renewed my claim on her.

Sierra screamed as my bite triggered another orgasm, her body convulsing around my locked knot, milking every drop of my release from me.

Through our bond, I felt her pleasure combining with mine in a feedback loop that seemed endless, each wave building on the last until I thought I might lose consciousness from the intensity.

When I finally collapsed against her, careful to keep my weight on my forearms, we were both breathing hard, covered in a fine sheen of sweat. My wings curved forward instinctively, creating a feathered canopy over us both, sheltering her in their protective embrace.

"Archer," she murmured, her voice soft and sated for the moment. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my back, between my wings, each touch sending small aftershocks of pleasure through me.

I nuzzled against her neck, pressing gentle kisses to the bite mark I'd left there. "I'm here," I assured her, feeling our bond pulse with renewed strength. "We're all here."

I felt the bed dip as Rowen and Callum joined us, their hands reaching out to stroke Sierra's hair, her shoulders, anywhere they could reach.

We were connected now, all four of us, in a way that transcended the physical.

I could feel their desire, their concern, their fierce protectiveness mirroring my own.

Sierra's heat had only just begun. The claiming ritual would need to be completed by all three of us before she found true relief.

But for now, locked together in this perfect moment of connection, I allowed myself to simply feel.

To bask in the rightness of being joined with my mate, surrounded by our strange, perfect family.

"It seems your wings like to come out to play when I'm in heat." Sierra giggled, clearly her heat was lowering her inhibitions as humor danced over her face.

As Sierra's breathing steadied beneath me, her body temporarily sated by our joining, I met Callum's eyes over her shoulder. The understanding that passed between us was wordless but complete. He would be next, once my knot subsided enough for me to withdraw.

And then Rowen would claim her again, completing the circle, reinforcing the bonds that would see her through this heat and whatever challenges lay beyond.

Together, we would weather this storm. Together, we would protect what was ours.