"Beautiful," Stefano murmured, his gaze dropping to take in my exposed skin. "Just as perfect as I remember."
His head dipped lower, and I had exactly one second to realize what he intended before his mouth closed around my right nipple. The wet heat of his tongue against the sensitive bud had my back arching off the tree, a strangled gasp tearing from my throat.
"Oh fuck," I whimpered, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders. "What are you—why are you?—"
He answered by sucking harder, teeth grazing the tightening peak in a way that sent lightning racing through my nervous system. My cock throbbed painfully in my shorts, leaking precum that I knew would be visible through the thin fabric.
I was vaguely aware of Marco and Matteo watching from their spots at the camp, their intense focus making this even more humiliating—and somehow, more arousing. The knowledge that they could see everything, that they were witnessing my complete surrender, should have horrified me. Instead, it sent another pulse of slick between my thighs.
Stefano's tongue circled my nipple in slow, deliberate patterns before his teeth closed around it again, applying just enough pressure to walk the line between pleasure and pain. When he switched to my other nipple, giving it the same thorough attention, my head fell back against the tree trunk, a broken moan escaping my lips.
"Look at you," he murmured against my heated skin. "So responsive. So perfect. Did you think about this during those lonely nights? About my mouth on you, tasting every inch of this beautiful body?"
"No," I lied, voice cracking embarrassingly. "Never."
His laugh was dark and knowing as he sucked harder, making my hips jerk involuntarily against his thigh. "Liar," he accused, releasing my nipple with a wet sound that made my face burn. "I can smell exactly how much you've missed this."
I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe I'm getting my nipples sucked in the middle of the forest. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"I shouldn't have come out here," I gasped as he returned to my sensitized nipple, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue. "Shouldn't have left the property."
"But you did," he reminded me, breath hot against my wet skin. "Because you wanted this. Needed this."
His teeth scraped over the sensitive bud, making me squirm in his grip. "Didn't," I protested weakly, even as my body contradicted me with every reaction. "Just wanted you gone."
"And yet here you are," he murmured, pulling back to blow cool air across my wet nipple. The contrast made me shiver violently. "Getting ravished by an alpha in the woods. Again."
The echo of my own thoughts in his mouth was too much. I shoved against his chest with every ounce of strength I could muster, finally creating enough space between us as he put me down, but he still wouldn’t let me go.
My face burned with a complicated mixture of humiliation, anger, and throbbing arousal that had me pressing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache between them. "This is insane. You're all insane." I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth as if I could erase the evidence of what had just happened. "You don't get to just show up and—and?—"
"Kiss you good morning?" Marco supplied helpfully from where he was still casually preparing coffee, as if he hadn't just watched Stefano thoroughly claim my mouth against a tree. "Because from where I'm standing, that looked like a very thorough good morning indeed."
I managed to shove Stefano back just enough to escape from between him and the tree, legs wobbling dangerously as I tried to gather what remained of my dignity. Which wasn't much, considering the very obvious tent in my tiny sleep shorts.
Marco's eyes dropped to the unmistakable bulge straining against the thin fabric, his lips curving into a knowing smirk that made my face burn with mortification.
"Looks like someone's happy to see us," he said, gaze lingering on my embarrassing predicament. "Need a hand with that morning problem, little prince? Or perhaps a mouth? I seem to recall being quite effective at solving similar… situations."
"Fuck off," I gasped, my voice humiliatingly breathless as I turned slightly, trying to hide the evidence of my body's complete betrayal. "I don't need your… assistance with anything."
"Your body seems to disagree," Matteo said quietly from where he still sat, his amber eyes tracking my every uncomfortable shift with predatory focus. "Quite enthusiastically."
I crossed my arms over my chest, wishing I could somehow make my oversized shirt grow another foot in length. "I'mleaving. Don't follow me. Don't talk to me. Don't even think about me."
"Too late," Stefano said, watching me back away with the casual confidence of someone who knew they'd already won. "We've been thinking about you for six months, little prince. And clearly, you've been thinking about us too."
I turned and fled toward the gate, dignity forgotten in my desperate need to escape before I did something truly unforgivable—like begging them to touch me again.
I was halfway back to the cottage before I realized Apollo and Zeus were following me, trotting at my heels like appointed escorts making sure I got home safely.
"Go back to your masters," I told them, not slowing my pace. "I don't need furry chaperones to find my way home."
Neither dog seemed inclined to obey, continuing to flank me until we reached the cottage door. Only then did they turn, heading back toward the camp with the satisfied air of guards who'd completed their assigned mission.
Aunt Akiko was waiting in the kitchen, concern etched across her weathered face. "Leo-kun! Where did you run off to in such a hurry? Your breakfast is getting cold, and you're still in your sleep clothes!"
I leaned against the closed door, trying to compose myself while strategically angling my hips away from her line of sight. The last thing I needed was my elderly aunt noticing the raging erection I was sporting thanks to Stefano's mouth.
