Leo's fingers uncurled from their defensive position, instead clutching Stefano's shirt like a lifeline. His chest heaved against Stefano's palm, heart racing beneath hot skin. The pulse in his throat jumped wildly under Marco's watchful gaze—the visible evidence of desire Leo couldn't control, couldn't hide, couldn't deny.
When Leo's tongue tentatively pushed back against his, Stefano's vision edged crimson. He deepened the kiss to punishing intensity, claiming every corner of that smart mouth that had dared challenge them. His hand tightened in Leo's hair, angling his head to allow deeper access, to force complete submission through this most basic invasion.
The moment Leo yielded was fucking exquisite—a subtle softening, a breathy moan muffled between their locked mouths, the tension in his shoulders melting away as his body recognized what his mind still fought. His eyes fluttered closed, dark lashes fanning against flushed cheeks as he surrendered to the brutal kiss.
Matteo watched the surrender with hungry intensity, amber eyes tracking every micro-expression on Leo's face—the furrowbetween his brows as he struggled against his own response, the flush spreading down his neck to stain his chest, the way his throat worked as he swallowed reflexively. Nothing escaped the silent alpha's predatory observation.
Marco leaned closer, scenting the spot behind Leo's ear where his pheromones gathered the strongest. "Look how he melts for you," he murmured, voice rough with arousal as he watched Leo's resistance crumble. "Fighting it every step, but his body knows exactly who it belongs to."
Stefano finally pulled back, a string of saliva connecting their mouths briefly before breaking. Leo's lips were obscenely swollen, wet and red from abuse. His breathing came in ragged pants, chest rising and falling rapidly against Stefano's palm. His pupils had dilated so completely that only a thin ring of gold remained around bottomless black, his gaze unfocused and dazed.
That perfect face showed everything Stefano craved—outrage warring with arousal, pride battling instinct, defiance crumbling beneath biology. His cheeks were flushed crimson, a combination of humiliation and desire that made Stefano's cock leak fresh precum into already damp boxers.
"That's better," Stefano growled, thumb roughly tracing Leo's bottom lip, feeling it tremble beneath his touch. A smear of blood from where he'd bitten stained his thumb—evidence of ownership, of dominance, of Leo's complete vulnerability between them. "That clever mouth has much better uses than sarcasm."
Leo's tongue darted out, unconsciously tasting the blood on his own lip. The movement drew Stefano's gaze, making him consider all the ways that pink tongue could serve them, all the ways that smart mouth could be put to better use.
"Fuck you," Leo whispered, but the words emerged breathless and weak, lacking all their earlier venom. His voicehad taken on that particular quality that meant his body had already surrendered even as his mind continued its futile struggle.
"Eventually," Stefano promised, watching heat flood Leo's face and chest at the implication. "But not tonight. Tonight is about teaching you who you belong to."
Marco moved with predatory grace, fingers tangling in Leo's hair before pulling back to expose his throat. The sudden control made Leo's breath catch, his pulse visibly accelerating under delicate skin. "I think Daddy needs to remind his baby what happens when he uses language like that."
The word "Daddy" hit Leo like an electric shock—pupils dilating further, lips parting on a gasp, his sweet scent spiking so sharply Stefano could practically taste it. The response confirmed every suspicion from the forest—beneath that sharp tongue lived an omega desperate for discipline, for structure, for dominance.
"I don't need reminding of anything," Leo insisted, though his voice had lost its edge. "Especially not from three alphas with a collective daddy complex that would keep a psychiatric convention busy for years. What is this, some kind of compensatory fantasy for childhood abandonment issues? Or just garden-variety creepy power dynamics?"
"I disagree," Stefano snarled, nodding to Marco. In one brutal movement, Marco flipped Leo across his lap, positioning him ass-up, perfectly presented for punishment.
Leo landed with a startled sound, air knocked from his lungs. His smaller frame fit perfectly across Marco's thighs, chest pressed against the mattress, ass raised in an obscene invitation. His hole, pink and already glistening with slick, was fully displayed between spread cheeks. The sight of that tight entrance already leaking for them, already hungry for their touch despite every denial, made Stefano's cock jerk.
The position left Leo completely vulnerable, every intimate part exposed to their hungry gaze. His spine dipped in a perfect curve, the kind made for alphas to grip while mounting from behind. His thighs spread just enough to showcase his balls hanging heavy between them, his cock already hardening again despite recent release.
Stefano's mouth watered at the display, his hands itching to grab those narrow hips and drive into that wet heat until Leo screamed his name. The need to claim was almost overwhelming, requiring every ounce of discipline to suppress.
His hands moved of their own accord, gripping those narrow hips hard enough to bruise. In his mind, he yanked Leo back onto his cock in one brutal thrust, forcing a strangled cry from that smart mouth as his virgin hole stretched around the invasion. Leo would thrash, trying to escape the sudden fullness, but Stefano's grip would hold him immobile, forced to take every inch.
"You fucking animal—I'll kill you—" Leo would snarl, even as his inner walls clenched greedily around Stefano's length, his body betraying his words with gushes of slick that eased the way.
After those first savage thrusts, Stefano would gather Leo against him, one arm banding across his chest while the other wrapped around his waist. He'd pull the omega back until they were chest to back, seated deep inside him, Leo's smaller frame fitting against his larger one with biological perfection.
"Feel how perfectly you take me," Stefano would growl against Leo's ear, grinding deeper. "Made for this. Made for us."
Leo's head would fall back against his shoulder, neck exposed, eyes glazed as pleasure overrode anger. His pretty cock would bounce untouched with each upward thrust, slapping against his stomach, leaving smears of precum across golden skin.
Marco and Matteo would watch with predatory hunger, eyes fixed on every detail—the way Leo's thighs trembled, how his cock jerked with each precise hit to his prostate, the conflicted ecstasy on his face as his body surrendered while his mind still fought.
With each thrust, Leo's protests would dissolve further—sharp words melting into gasps, then moans, then broken pleas. "I hate—oh God. You can't— Fuck. Please—" Coherence fracturing as Stefano adjusted his angle, hitting that spot that made Leo's spine arch like a drawn bow.
"Please what, baby?" Stefano would taunt, slowing his pace to torturous deliberation. "Tell Daddy what you need."
"Please don't stop," Leo would finally sob, pride shattering beneath pleasure. "Please more, Daddy, please—" His voice cracking as Stefano resumed his punishing rhythm, reducing him to nothing but sensation and surrender.
Stefano blinked away the vision, cock throbbing painfully against his zipper, precum dampening his underwear. His breath came in short, controlled bursts as he fought for discipline. Soon. Not yet but soon.
He raised his palm for the first strike, the fantasy making his control even more precarious, more arousing. The need to claim was almost overwhelming, but the anticipation of total surrender made the wait worthwhile.
"Wait—you can't just—" Leo's protest cut off in a yelp as Stefano's hand connected with his right cheek. The sound cracked through the tent like gunfire.
