“He memorizes everything,” Marco said, pulling off my cock just long enough to speak before diving back down. “Every sound you make, every expression. He’ll remember this forever.”
Remember this forever. Great. My complete sexual humiliation preserved in Matteo’s perfect memory for all eternity.
The pressure building at the base of my spine was becoming unbearable. Marco’s mouth was skilled, knowing exactly where to lick and suck to drive me insane. When his tongue found that spot just under the head that made me see stars, combined with Stefano’s teeth marking another spot on my throat, I was lost.
“Please,” I begged, beyond caring about pride or dignity. “Please, I need?—”
“I know what you need,” Stefano murmured against my neck, his voice vibrating through my skin. “Come for us, Leo. Let us see you fall apart.”
Marco chose that moment to take me deep, his throat working around me while his tongue pressed against that devastating spot. The dual sensations—his mouth consuming me while Stefano marked my throat—pushed me over the edge.
Release crashed through me with shocking intensity, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure obliterated everythingelse. I might have screamed, might have called their names, but all I could feel was the overwhelming sensation of coming apart completely.
When I finally came back to myself, I was slumped against Stefano’s chest, my breathing ragged, my body still twitching with aftershocks. Marco sat back on his heels, licking his lips with a satisfied expression that made fresh heat rise to my cheeks.
My neck throbbed where Stefano had marked me, and I could feel the evidence of his claiming—tender spots that would bruise, marks that would remind me of this moment every time I moved.
I just came harder than I ever have in my life. In the mouth of one of my kidnappers. While being held by another. My dignity is officially deceased.And I’m marked. Actually marked by an alpha like I belong to him. And the worst part? Some treacherous part of me likes it.
“Beautiful,” Stefano murmured, his arms tightening around me in an embrace that felt disturbingly like comfort. “Perfect. You’re extraordinary when you let go, Leo.”
Humiliation crashed back with brutal force, reality reasserting itself now that the desperate need had been addressed. I’d begged them to touch me. I’d come in Marco’s mouth while Stefano held me captive. I’d surrendered completely, and worse—I’d enjoyed every second of it.
This was supposed to be just physical relief. Just dealing with the heat symptoms. So why do I feel like something fundamental just changed?
“Don’t,” I whispered, turning my face away from the predatory satisfaction in their eyes. “Just… don’t.”
To my surprise, Stefano didn’t mock or taunt me. Instead, his hand came up to gently turn my face back toward his, thumbbrushing across my cheek in a gesture that felt disturbingly tender.
“No shame,” he said quietly, his cobalt eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. “Not for this. Not between us.”
Between us. Like we’re something more than captor and captive. Like what just happened meant something beyond biological necessity.
“There is no ‘us,’” I insisted, though the words lacked conviction after what had just happened. “This was… biological necessity. Nothing more. Just a physical release to address a physical problem.”
“If that’s what you need to believe,” he replied, his thumb still stroking my cheek. “For now.”
For now. Like he thinks this changes something. Like he thinks I’m going to suddenly develop Stockholm syndrome because he gave me the best orgasm of my life.
I wanted to argue, to reassert the boundaries they’d so thoroughly demolished, but exhaustion was claiming me. The combined effects of the suppressants, the intense release, and the emotional upheaval were hitting me all at once. My eyelids felt heavy, my thoughts sluggish.
In the distance, I caught sight of Matteo discreetly pocketing what looked like another auto-injector—the rut suppressant he’d palmed earlier, I realized. All three of them had been fighting their biology as much as I had, barely maintaining control in the face of an Omega’s scent.
Right. Because this whole situation wasn’t complicated enough without adding rut-drunk alphas to the mix.
“I still hate you,” I mumbled, fighting to keep my eyes open. “All of you. So much. Don’t think this changes anything.”
“We know,” Marco replied, helping to tug my sweatpants back up with surprisingly gentle hands. “You’ve made thatabundantly clear. Rest now, little wildcat. Tomorrow’s another day for creative threats and escape attempts.”
Tomorrow I’ll go back to plotting their painful deaths. Tonight… tonight my body apparently belongs to them.
The last thing I remembered before sleep claimed me was being lifted from Stefano’s lap, strong arms cradling me against a broad chest that smelled like pine and winter. As consciousness faded, I was vaguely aware of the dogs settling nearby, their warm bodies adding to the circle of heat surrounding me.
Despite everything—the humiliation, the coercion, the complete destruction of my boundaries—I’d never felt more secure than I did in that moment. Held against an alpha chest, surrounded by their scents and protective presence, my body finally relaxed after weeks of tension.
That realization was perhaps the most terrifying part of the entire ordeal.
I’m fucked. Completely and utterly fucked. And not just in the obvious way.
