Behind me, Matteo's hands moved from my shoulders to my hair, fingers threading through the strands with gentle possession. When he tightened his grip, tilting my head back to deepen Stefano's angle, another embarrassing whimper escaped me.
"So responsive," Marco murmured, his hand now dangerously close to where I was straining against my jeans. "Even with triple suppressants, your body knows who it belongs to."
When Stefano finally pulled back, my lips felt swollen and tender, tingling with the phantom pressure of his mouth. I barely had time to catch my breath before Marco was turning my face toward him, capturing my lips with playful hunger that contrasted sharply with Stefano's controlled possession.
Where Stefano had been methodical, Marco was pure sensual exploration. His tongue danced against mine in teasing circles before retreating, making me chase the sensation like he was teaching me how to kiss properly. Each time I followed, he rewarded me with a deeper, more thorough claim, his teeth grazing my lower lip in a way that sent electricity racing down my spine.
Meanwhile, Stefano's fingers finally found my nipple, circling the sensitive bud with maddening slowness before pinching just hard enough to make me gasp into Marco's mouth. The dual sensation—Marco's tongue stroking mine while Stefano's fingers toyed with my nipple—sent my already-overwhelmed nervous system into overdrive.
"Please," I whispered against Marco's lips, not even sure what I was asking for. More? Less? Some hint of dignity to cling to while three alphas systematically dismantled my defenses?
Marco's smile was wicked as he pulled back just enough to speak. "Please what, little prince? Tell us exactly what you need."
"I need—" My words cut off on a choked gasp as Matteo's mouth found the sensitive spot just below my ear, the one that sent direct signals to my cock like they were hardwired together. His teeth scraped gently against the skin before his tongue soothed the slight sting, the contrast making me shudder against him.
"So many sensitive spots," he murmured against my neck, his usual clinical observation transformed by the rough edge in his voice. "Each with a unique response pattern."
"I'm not a science experiment," I managed, though the protest sounded weak even to my own ears as Stefano's thumb and forefinger continued their relentless torment of my nipple. "I'm a person with—God—with rights and boundaries and?—"
My words dissolved into a helpless moan as Marco's hand finally,finallycupped me through my jeans, the pressure both relief and torment as his palm moved in slow, deliberate circles. Even through layers of denim, the friction was enough to make my hips jerk up seeking more.
"Look at you," Stefano murmured, watching my face as the others continued their assault on my senses. "Fighting so hard against what your body clearly needs. Tell me, Leo—how manynights have you touched yourself, remembering what we did to you in that forest?"
My face burned at the direct question, humiliation warring with arousal as all three alphas focused on my response. "None," I lied, even as my cock throbbed against Marco's palm in blatant contradiction. "I've been too busy alphabetizing my sock drawer and developing a new system for categorizing pine needles by length. Thrilling stuff, really fills the evenings."
"Liar," Stefano said, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made my spine tingle. "I can smell the memory on your skin. The way your body heats when you think about us.” His mouth crashed back against mine, all pretense of gentleness abandoned as his tongue thrust deep, claiming every inch while his fingers pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry out against his lips. Marco's hand moved faster, creating friction that had me writhing between them, while Matteo's teeth found the junction of my neck and shoulder, biting down just hard enough to send pain-pleasure racing through my system.
I was drowning in sensation, completely overwhelmed by their coordinated assault on my senses. Stefano's mouth consuming mine, Marco's hand between my legs, Matteo's teeth at my neck—all of it combining into a tsunami of pleasure that threatened to sweep away whatever remained of my dignity.
When Stefano finally pulled back, I was trembling, lips swollen and raw, breath coming in short gasps. His cobalt eyes had darkened to midnight, pupils blown wide with desire as he studied my wrecked expression.
"Tomorrow night," he said, his voice rougher than before. "Ten o'clock. The side gate will be unlocked. Come to us willingly, or we come to you. And I guarantee your aunt and uncle won't sleep through that visit."
Marco's hand stilled against my aching erection, the sudden absence of friction making me whimper with frustrated need."We'll finish what we've started," he promised, his smile sharp with anticipation. "All night long, if necessary."
Matteo's teeth released my neck, replaced by his tongue soothing the mark he'd surely left behind. "Twenty-three hours, forty-seven minutes," he murmured against my skin. "Until you're ours completely."
The sound of Aunt Akiko's voice calling through the garden sent all three alphas into action. With military precision, they released me and resumed appropriate distances, straightening their clothes with the practiced efficiency of men accustomed to quick transitions.
I remained frozen on the bench, trying desperately to gather the shattered pieces of my composure. My cock throbbed painfully in my jeans, my nipples still tingled from Stefano's attention, and the spot where Matteo had bitten me pulsed with every heartbeat. I was a mess—flushed, trembling, and so obviously aroused that even a beta would have been able to scent it.
"Leo-kun? Is everything alright? You've been out here quite a while!"
"We were just discussing security arrangements," Stefano explained smoothly, his transformation from sexual predator to polite guest so seamless it gave me whiplash. "Leo has some excellent suggestions for improving the property's safety measures."
Aunt Akiko beamed, completely oblivious to what had just transpired. "Wonderful! I'm so pleased you're taking this seriously, Leo-kun. These nice young men are only trying to help."
Nice young men.If she only knew what those nice young men had just done to her nephew in the garden. What they were threatening to do to her peaceful existence if I didn't cooperate. What they planned to do to me tomorrow night.
"Yes," I managed, avoiding meeting anyone's eyes. "Very helpful. Hands-on approach to security. Very thorough."
"It's getting late," Marco observed, the picture of considerate guest. "We should be returning to our camp. Thank you for the excellent dinner, Akiko."
The farewell rituals felt like they took place in some alternate dimension where I hadn't just been blackmailed and sexually tormented by three alphas who were now bowing politely to my elderly aunt. Handshakes, thank-yous, promises to return soon—all of it a perfect performance of normalcy that made me question my own grasp on reality.
As they prepared to leave, Stefano took my hand in a seemingly innocuous farewell. His fingers curled around mine, thumb stroking my palm in a gesture hidden from the others.
"Ten o'clock, little prince," he murmured, voice pitched for my ears only. "Don't make us come looking for you."
