I pressed forward, trying to take control of the kiss. His fingers twisted in my hair, grip tightening until I gasped, guiding my head back to the exact angle he wanted. “Ah-ah,” he chided, his breath hot against my bruised lips. “I decide how much you get.”
Then he was devouring me, his tongue forcing its way deeper, thick and demanding as it explored every corner of my mouth with thorough possession. Each stroke sent molten heat straight to my already-aching cock, making it pulse against the sweatpants hard enough that I was sure they could see it jumping.
My hands fisted in his shirt, desperate for something to anchor me as pleasure crashed through my already-overloaded system. A broken moan escaped my throat, the sound so needy it made my face burn with humiliation.
Great. Now I sound like a porn star having a religious experience. That’s not embarrassing at all.
A low groan rumbled from Marco’s chest, vibrating against mine. His tongue delved deeper, more desperate, stroking against every surface of my mouth like he needed to taste all of me.
When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my breathing coming in short gasps. My lips felt raw, swollen beyond recognition, and I could taste the metallic hint where his teeth had marked me.
“Perfect,” Marco breathed, his thumb roughly stroking across my abused mouth. “Such sweet sounds. I bet I could make you scream my name.”
“Don’t bet the farm on it,” I managed, though my voice was embarrassingly hoarse. “I’ve got a very limited vocabulary when it comes to alpha appreciation.”
“My turn,” Stefano said, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that made every nerve ending come alive with terror and anticipation.
And here comes the final boss. Wonderful. My omega biology is already in full revolt, and now I get to deal with the alpha equivalent of a natural disaster.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he moved to kneel before me, those cobalt-blue eyes burning with predatory hunger. Unlike the others, he didn’t speak, didn’t tease—just watched me with the patience of an apex predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run.
“Last one,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Then suppressants. That was the deal.”
His smile was slow, lethal. “I always keep my word.”
When Stefano’s mouth crashed against mine, the world exploded.
His lips crushed mine, bruising and relentless. His hand clamped around the back of my neck, fingers digging into the sensitive skin as he angled my head exactly where he wanted it. Before I could even gasp, his tongue forced past my lips, thick and hot, filling my mouth completely.
I gagged around the invasion, my throat constricting as he pushed deeper. The taste of him flooded my senses—pine and something wild that made my head spin. His tongue stroked against mine, slow and methodical, like he was memorizing every texture, every response.
Holy shit. He’s going to kill me. He’s actually going to kill me with his mouth and they’ll find my body tomorrow with a stupid smile on my face.
His grip tightened at my nape, tilting my head farther back. My mouth involuntarily opened wider, and he took immediate advantage, his tongue sweeping along the roof of my mouth before curling around mine. The wet sounds of our mouths moving together filled the air, obscene and desperate.
My already-hard cock jerked violently against the sweatpants as his tongue delved deeper, stroking against sensitive spots that made electricity shoot straight to my groin. His other hand slid down to rest at my throat, thumb pressing against my racing pulse.
This is just the heat. Just fucked-up omega brain chemistry responding to alpha pheromones. This isn’t real. This can’t be real.
But when his teeth caught my tongue, biting down just hard enough to make me whimper, the pain-pleasure was very real. When his tongue swept back into my mouth, demanding and relentless, filling me until I couldn’t breathe around him—that was real too.
My hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking friction against his solid form. His mouth moved against mine withincreasing hunger, tongue stroking deeper, harder, like he was trying to reach my throat. I was drowning in the taste of him, lungs burning as he consumed every breath.
My hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into muscle as his tongue found that spot at the back of my mouth that made stars explode behind my eyelids. A desperate whimper escaped around his tongue, vibrating against his lips.
The sound seemed to ignite something feral in him. His tongue thrust deeper, filling my mouth so completely I gagged again, tears springing to my eyes. But he didn’t relent—just kept stroking, claiming, possessing every inch of my mouth like it belonged to him.
When his teeth scraped along my tongue before sucking it into his mouth, I nearly came right there. The combination of pain and pleasure, of being so thoroughly claimed, sent molten heat straight to my cock.
I’m going to come just from being kissed. I’m actually going to come in my pants like a teenager, and they’re all going to know exactly how completely my omega biology has betrayed me.
When he finally pulled back, saliva still connecting our mouths in thin strings, I was shaking violently. My lips felt destroyed, swollen and raw, throbbing with each heartbeat like they were trying to remind me of every place his mouth had claimed me. I could taste copper where his teeth had marked me, and something darker—the lingering taste of him that made my omega hindbrain purr with satisfaction.
Well, that happened. And apparently my mouth now belongs to him according to my traitorous biology. Fantastic. What’s next, a little omega flag planted in my lips declaring Stefano’s territory?
Stefano’s cobalt-blue eyes had gone nearly black, his breathing just as ragged as mine. But there was something feralin his expression now, something barely leashed that made the hair on my arms stand up. His nostrils flared as he scented me, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of blue remained.
“Mine,” he growled, his thumb roughly wiping away the tears and saliva coating my face. “Every fucking response, every sound—mine.”
