Great. Just fucking great. Go into negotiations with a raging hard-on and see how well that works out for you, Leo.
Matteo approached slowly, his amber eyes revealing nothing as he knelt before me. But I could see the tension radiating from him—the way his hands flexed into fists, the rigid set of his shoulders like he was fighting every instinct to simply take what he wanted. His nostrils flared slightly as he got closer, and I realized with mounting horror that he could probably smell exactly how aroused I already was.
“Make it quick,” I muttered, bracing my hands on the chair arms to lean forward. “Consider it a business transaction, not a?—”
His hand clamped around my jaw with bruising force, cutting off my words. “Shut up,” he growled, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “And hold still.”
Then his mouth crashed against mine, and my entire world exploded.
The force drove my head back against the chair, his lips crushing against mine with devastating hunger. His scent slammed into me—cedar and rain and something wild that made my vision blur. When I tried to jerk away, his grip tightened, fingers digging into my jaw hard enough to leave marks.
“Open,” he commanded against my lips, his voice a low rasp that went straight to my already-aching cock.
“Fuck—” The moment my lips parted, his tongue forced its way past them, thick and demanding, filling my mouth until I gagged around the invasion.
Holy shit, I can’t breathe.The taste of him flooded my senses—something dark and masculine that made my head spin. My cock jerked violently against the sweatpants, the heat symptoms making every sensation ten times more intense than it should be.
It’s just the heat,I told myself frantically as molten pleasure coursed through my veins.Just omega biology going haywire. This isn’t real attraction—it’s just my fucked-up genetics responding to alpha pheromones like a Pavlovian dog.
His tongue stroked against mine with methodical precision, exploring every corner of my mouth like he was claiming territory, mapping what belonged to him now. Each stroke sent electricity straight to my groin, my already-hard cock pulsing desperately as more slick gathered between my legs.
My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into solid muscle as I tried to push him away. But he was immovable, his free hand sliding to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair and tilting my head back with firm control to give him better access.
The pressure sent electricity straight down my spine, my back arching involuntarily as a strangled whimper escaped my throat. The sound seemed to shatter something in his control—a low growl rumbled from his chest as his tongue delved deeper, stroking against mine with increasing desperation.
This is insane. This is wrong. Why does it feel so fucking good?
My body was betraying me completely, hips jerking forward of their own accord, seeking friction against his solid form. The heat building under my skin was making it impossible to think straight, every nerve ending screaming for more contact, more pressure, more everything.
When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen and tingling. Matteo’s amber eyes had gone molten, fixed on my mouth like he wanted to devour it all over again. A thin string of saliva connected our lips, obscene evidence of what had just happened.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, his thumb roughly wiping away the moisture. “So fucking responsive.”
One down,I thought wildly.Two more to go before I can get suppressants and pretend this never happened. Assuming I survive that long without coming in my pants like a teenager.
“One down,” Marco purred, sliding into Matteo’s place with predatory grace. “My turn to see what other sounds I can tear from that sharp mouth.”
Marco’s hands framed my face, his smile sharp enough to cut glass. Where Matteo had been brutal efficiency, Marco radiated dangerous playfulness—like a cat who’d found the world’s most entertaining mouse.
“Such pretty swollen lips already,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along my jaw with deceptive gentleness. “I wonder what happens when I really get started.”
Marco’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his face so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. Warm air ghosted across my lips, making them tingle with anticipation as they parted involuntarily. Without conscious thought, I leaned forward, straining toward him and chasing the almost-contact like a starving man reaching for bread. His lips curved upward, teeth flashing white in the firelight as his smile stretched wider, predatory and satisfied.
“So eager,” he whispered, brushing his mouth across mine in the barest whisper of contact. “Beg for it.”
“Go to hell,” I gasped, but my voice was already breathless, needy in a way that made shame burn through me. My cock was throbbing so hard I could feel my pulse in it, the heat symptoms amplifying every sensation until I felt ready to crawl out of my own skin.
“Wrong answer.” His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. The sharp pain bloomed into something else entirely, heat racing through my veins like liquid fire straight to my groin.
Fuck. It’s definitely the heat making this feel so good. Has to be. Normal people don’t get turned on by being bitten like vampires with commitment issues.
His mouth crashed back against mine. His tongue forced past my lips, thick and demanding, filling my mouth completely. The taste of him—cinnamon and raw masculinity—flooded my mouth as his tongue swept against mine in slow, deliberate circles before retreating, leaving me straining forward for more.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my mouth when I whimpered in frustration. “Chase it. Show me how much you need it.”
The bastard was torturing me, giving me just enough to drive me insane before pulling back. His tongue flicked against the roof of my mouth, then sucked my tongue into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive muscle until I was shaking against him.
This is insane. This is completely insane. I should be disgusted, not begging for more like some omega in a bad romance novel.
