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Rowen

I was painfully hard. After watching Archer and Callum take turns with Sierra, I felt nearly feral with need.

My cock throbbed against my stomach, pre-cum leaking from the tip as I waited for Callum's knot to subside.

The scent of sex and Sierra's heat filled the air, making my fangs elongate and my claws sharpen to deadly points.

The sight of Sierra, our perfect mate, taking both my brother and Archer so beautifully had pushed me to the edge of my control.

Her silver hair was tangled around her shoulders, her skin flushed pink from exertion and arousal.

She looked thoroughly claimed, with bite marks on both sides of her neck and bruises forming on her hips from Callum's grip.

And yet, I knew she needed more. Needed me.

When Callum finally slipped free of her body, I didn't hesitate.

I let my demon form wash over me completely, horns curling back from my forehead, wings unfurling from my back, tail lashing behind me with anticipation.

Sierra's eyes widened as she took me in, but there was no fear in her gaze—only hunger.

"Mine now," I growled, my voice deeper in this form, rougher.

I pulled Sierra to the edge of the bed, ordering Callum and Archer to each take one of her legs. They complied immediately, each grasping an ankle and pulling her thighs wide apart, keeping her fully exposed to my gaze.

"Look at this mess," I murmured, watching as their combined release leaked from her swollen cunt.

The sight should have disgusted me—my mate filled with another man's seed—but instead, it drove my possessiveness to new heights.

I wanted to add my own mark, my own claim, ensure she was thoroughly coated in all of us.

Sierra whimpered, her hips lifting in invitation. "Rowen, please..."

I stroked my cock once, twice, spreading the pre-cum down my length before positioning myself at her entrance. The head slipped easily through her folds, aided by the slick evidence of her previous encounters. She was so wet, so ready for me.

"You're going to take all of me," I told her, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Every. Last. Inch."

With that, I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke.

Sierra's back arched off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat as I filled her completely.

She was tight, impossibly tight despite having just taken both Archer and Callum and their knots, her inner walls clenching around me like a vice.

"Fuck," I hissed, fighting for control. "So perfect."

I set a brutal pace immediately, my hips snapping forward with demonic strength. Callum and Archer held her legs firmly, preventing her from closing them as I pounded into her without mercy. The position left her completely at our mercy, unable to do anything but take what I gave her.

"Is this what you needed, little omega?" I growled, watching her face contort with pleasure. "My cock filling you up after they've had their turn?"

"Yes!" she gasped, her hands fisting in the sheets. "Don't stop, Rowen. Please don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. The heat of her around me, the sight of her spread open and helpless beneath us, the scent of her arousal mingled with our previous releases. It was driving me to a frenzy I hadn't experienced in centuries.

My tail curled around her waist, the pointed tip tracing patterns on her stomach as I continued my relentless thrusting. I could feel her building toward another orgasm, her inner walls fluttering around me in that telltale way.

"That's it," I encouraged, my voice dropping even lower. "Come for me, Sierra. Show me how much you love being fucked by all three of your mates."

Her eyes locked with mine, silver meeting black in a moment of perfect connection. Then she shattered, her back arching impossibly high as she screamed my name. Her release triggered something primal in me, something beyond conscious thought.

I leaned forward, covering her smaller body with mine as I continued to drive into her. My wings spread wide, casting shadows across the bed as I claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss. She tasted like honey and sin, her tongue meeting mine with equal fervor despite her exhaustion.

"Mine," I growled against her lips. "Say it."

"Yours," she gasped, her hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders. "Always yours."

Those words, simple yet profound, pushed me closer to the edge. I could feel my knot beginning to swell, catching at her entrance with each thrust. Soon it would lock us together, ensuring my seed remained deep inside her where it belonged.

"Going to knot you," I warned, my rhythm becoming more erratic as I neared my peak. "Going to fill you up, breed you full."

Sierra's eyes widened at my words, her pupils dilating further with arousal. "Yes," she breathed. "Give me your knot, Rowen. Fill me."

With a final, powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt as my knot expanded to its full size. My release hit me like a tidal wave, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending as I emptied myself inside her. Through our bond, I felt her climax again, her body milking me for every drop.

In that moment of perfect clarity, I sank my fangs into the junction of her neck and shoulder, directly over the mark I'd left during her first heat. The taste of her blood on my tongue, sweet and electric, sealed our bond anew, strengthening the connection between us.

Sierra cried out, her body convulsing around my knot as the claiming bite triggered yet another orgasm. Her legs shook in Callum and Archer's hands, but they held her steady, ensuring I remained locked deep inside her.

When the initial intensity had passed, I nodded to them, and they released her legs.

I gathered Sierra against my chest, careful not to jostle our connection as I maneuvered us into a more comfortable position.

My knot would keep us joined for at least twenty minutes, maybe longer given the intensity of her heat.

"You did so well," I murmured, pressing gentle kisses across her face, her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids. "Such a good girl, taking all of us like that."

She hummed contentedly, her body boneless with satisfaction as she nestled against me. The heat of her skin had subsided slightly, though I knew it wouldn't last long. This was merely a temporary respite.

"I love you," I whispered against her temple, the words escaping before I could stop them. I'd never said them before, not to her, not to anyone in my long existence. But in this moment, with her bound to me in the most primal way, they felt right. Necessary.

Sierra's eyes fluttered open, surprise and something deeper shining in their silver depths. "Rowen..."

"Shh," I pressed another kiss to her forehead. "Rest while you can. This is just the beginning."

I felt her smile against my chest, her breathing gradually slowing as exhaustion claimed her. My knot pulsed inside her, occasional aftershocks of pleasure rippling through us both. I met Callum and Archer's gazes over Sierra's head, seeing my own determination reflected in their eyes.

We would get her through this heat, no matter what it took. And when it was over, when she emerged on the other side with her full powers awakened, we would face whatever came next—together.

My hand settled possessively on her lower belly, a primal part of me already imagining it swollen with my child.

I'd be the one to breed her first, I decided.

When the time was right, when she was ready, my seed would take root inside her.

The thought sent another pulse of satisfaction through me as I held her close, waiting for the next wave of her heat to begin.