Matteo moved closer, his hand coming up to cup my jaw, turning my face toward his with gentle but inexorable pressure. "You talk too much," he said simply, before his mouth covered mine in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
His tongue slipped past my parted lips, exploring my mouth with thorough possession while Marco continued tormenting my nipples and Stefano worked between my legs. The combined assault on my senses was overwhelming—three different pointsof contact, three different alphas claiming different parts of me simultaneously.
This is insane,my brain screamed, even as my body surrendered completely.You're being manhandled by three alphas at once and you're letting them. What happened to all that resistance you were so proud of?
But resistance was becoming increasingly difficult to maintain when Stefano's mouth was doing things that should be illegal, his tongue pressing flat against the underside of my cock while he took me deep enough that I could feel his throat working around me.
Marco's hands had found both my nipples now, pinching and rolling the sensitive buds until they hardened into tight peaks that sent jolts of electricity straight to my groin with each touch. And Matteo's mouth was consuming mine, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of Stefano's movements between my legs, creating a circuit of sensation that had my entire body trembling.
When Matteo finally broke the kiss, I was panting, my lips swollen and sensitive from his attention. "You taste like submission," he murmured, thumb tracing my lower lip. "Sweet and desperate."
"I'm not submitting," I insisted, though the protest sounded pathetic even to my own ears when I was spread across Marco's lap with Stefano's mouth around my cock. "I'm just—temporarily accepting the current situation while I—oh fuck."
My words dissolved into a strangled moan as Stefano's fingers found my entrance, slick and sensitive from the spanking and the arousal coursing through me. One thick digit circled the tight ring of muscle, not penetrating but applying just enough pressure to make my hole clench desperately around nothing.
"Look how empty you are," Stefano said, pulling off my cock long enough to speak, his lips brushing against the sensitivehead with each word. "How much you need to be filled. Would you like that, baby? Daddy's fingers inside you while I suck this pretty cock?"
"Don't call it pretty," I managed, my face burning at the casual way he discussed my anatomy. "It's not a show pony or a particularly attractive houseplant. It doesn't need compliments or—oh myGod."
Whatever else I might have said disappeared into a high, desperate sound as his finger breached me, sliding into the tight heat with minimal resistance thanks to the slick my body had been producing. The intrusion burned slightly—it had been months since I'd touched myself there—but the discomfort quickly gave way to a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain.
"So tight," Stefano murmured, his finger working deeper, seeking something I knew he'd find with devastating accuracy. "So perfect for us. Taking Daddy's finger so well."
"I'm not taking anything well," I insisted, though the breathless quality of my voice undermined the protest. "I'm enduring. There's a difference. Like how you endure a root canal or a particularly boring family dinner or—FUCK!"
His finger had found that spot inside me, the one that made stars explode behind my eyelids, and pressed against it with unerring precision. My whole body jerked as electricity raced through my nervous system, my cock jerking violently against his tongue as he took me back into his mouth.
"There it is," Marco murmured against my ear, his hands still working my nipples as he felt me stiffen against him. "That's the spot that makes our baby see stars, isn't it? The one that makes him forget all those clever arguments and just feel."
I wanted to tell him to go to hell, to take his smug observations and shove them somewhere anatomically improbable. But all that came out was a desperate whimper asStefano added a second finger alongside the first, stretching me in a way that burned so good I couldn't think straight.
"Please," I gasped, beyond caring about pride or resistance. My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with a need so intense it consumed rational thought. "Please, I need?—"
"What do you need, Leo?" Matteo asked, his voice rough with his own arousal as he watched my face contort with pleasure. "Tell your daddies exactly what you need."
"To come," I admitted, the words torn from somewhere deep in my chest. "Please, I need to come. I can't—it's too much?—"
"Ask properly," Stefano said, pulling off just long enough to speak, his fingers still working that spot inside me that made coherent thought impossible. "Say 'please let me come, Daddy.' All three of us need to hear it."
I should have told him to go to hell. Should have maintained that last shred of dignity. Instead, I heard myself saying words I never thought I'd utter.
"Please," I begged, my voice cracking with need. "Please let me come, D-Daddy. I need it so badly."
The smile that spread across his face was pure predatory satisfaction. "Good boy," he praised, before taking me deep again, his mouth working with renewed purpose as his fingers pressed harder against that spot inside me.
Marco's lips found my neck, teeth grazing the spot where Matteo had marked me the night before, while his fingers continued their relentless attention to my chest. "That's it," he encouraged, "let go for us. Show us how good we make you feel."
The permission, combined with the overwhelming sensation, was enough to push me over the edge. Release crashed through me with shocking intensity, my body convulsing in their hold as Stefano swallowed every pulse, his throat working around me in a way that prolonged the pleasure until it bordered on pain.
I collapsed back against Marco, boneless and dazed, as Stefano finally pulled away. My chest heaved with each desperate breath, my mind struggling to process the intensity of what had just happened.
"Beautiful," Stefano murmured, licking his lips in a gesture that should have been obscene but somehow managed to be elegant.
"I think I've been permanently damaged," I managed, my voice hoarse from sounds I didn't remember making. "You've broken my brain. I hope you're prepared to explain to my father why his omega son now has the IQ of a particularly dim houseplant."
Marco laughed, the sound vibrating against my back. "Your brain is just fine. In fact, I think it's working better now that your body's gotten what it needed."
"My body didn't need anything except maybe a better owner," I muttered, though there was no heat in the words when I was slumped against him in post-orgasmic stupor. "One with some actual loyalty to the cause instead of melting at the first sign of alpha attention."
