Crack!
The impact sent flesh rippling, leaving a perfect crimson handprint blooming on pale skin. Leo's body jerked, a choked sound escaping that was more arousal than pain. His cock, pressed against Marco's thigh, hardened instantly—responding to discipline like it had been trained specifically for their touch.
"One," Stefano counted, hunger surging as he admired his mark. Blood rushed to the surface, turning pale flesh scarlet. He traced his handprint, feeling heat radiating from the abused skin. "For continued defiance."
"Go to hell," Leo gasped, the words emerging breathless and strained. He squirmed against Marco's lap, movements sending his ass jiggling in a way that made Stefano's control fray further.
"That's two." Stefano delivered the second blow harder, watching in savage satisfaction as the impact rippled through Leo's flesh, his hole clenching visibly in response.
Smack!
Leo's entire body shuddered, a moan tearing from his throat before he could suppress it. His fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles whitening as he fought for control that was already lost. Slick gathered between his thighs, dripping down to dampen Marco's pants—his body producing omega lubrication in quantities that shouldn't have been possible through suppressants.
The scent hit Stefano like a physical blow—winter jasmine intensified by arousal, by submission. It filled his lungs, clouding rational thought, making his vision blur crimson at the edges. His cock throbbed painfully, demanding to replace his hand, to claim that perfect ass in the most primal way possible.
"Already wet for us," Stefano growled, running two fingers through the slick gathering on Leo's inner thigh. The warm fluid coated his skin, viscous and abundant. "Your body knows exactly who owns it, even if your mind keeps fighting the truth."
The sight of that tight hole already leaking for them, already hungry for their touch despite every denial, made Stefano's restraint snap. He gripped Leo's ass cheeks roughly, spreading them wider to expose that glistening entrance fully.
"What are you—" Leo's question shattered into a shocked cry as Stefano buried his face between those perfect globes, tongue pressing flat against his leaking hole.
The taste exploded across Stefano's tongue—sweet and complex, winter jasmine distilled into liquid form with undertones that spoke of perfect biological compatibility. He groaned against Leo's sensitive flesh, the vibration making Leo jerk violently in Marco's hold.
"Holy fuck!" Leo gasped, entire body going rigid as Stefano's tongue circled his entrance with merciless precision. His thighs trembled violently, muscles tensing as unfamiliar pleasure assaulted him. "You can't—that's not—nobody does that?—"
Stefano ignored his protests, focusing entirely on devouring the slick that leaked continuously from Leo's hole. He lapped at the tight ring of muscle, feeling it flutter against his tongue, tasting evidence of surrender that Leo's mind still fought. Each stroke of his tongue collected more of that addictive flavor, each press against that twitching entrance produced more of what he craved.
"He tastes fucking perfect," Stefano growled against Leo's wet hole, making him shudder at the vibration. "Made for us. Every part of him."
Marco's hand tangled in Leo's hair, guiding his head back to expose his throat. "Look at you, fighting this when your body's literally dripping for us. Such a stubborn little omega."
Leo's mouth opened to retort, but Stefano chose that moment to push his tongue past that tight ring of muscle, breaching him for the first time. Whatever protest Leo had prepared dissolved into a broken moan, his body arching sharply as pleasure overwhelmed resistance.
Stefano fucked him with his tongue, hands gripping those narrow hips to hold him steady as Leo tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. Every thrust of his tongue collectedmore of that addictive taste, every curl inside that tight passage made Leo's thighs tremble harder.
"Oh God, oh God," Leo chanted, voice cracking as his body betrayed him completely. His cock leaked steadily against Marco's thigh, marking the alpha's trousers with evidence of his arousal. "Please—you have to—I can't?—"
Stefano pulled back just enough to speak, his breath hot against Leo's sensitive, wet entrance. "Can't what, baby? Can't handle how good we make you feel? Can't pretend you don't want this anymore?"
Leo whimpered, hole clenching visibly on nothing, silently begging for Stefano's tongue to return. The sight sent fresh heat coursing through Stefano's blood, his cock throbbing painfully.
"Answer me," Stefano demanded, nipping sharply at the tender flesh where Leo's thigh met his ass. The bite made Leo yelp, his body jerking in Marco's grip.
"I can't—it's too much," Leo finally admitted, voice small and breathless. "Never felt anything like—please?—"
"Please what?" Stefano pressed, tongue tracing circles around Leo's entrance without pushing inside, teasing him with the promise of pleasure withheld.
"Please don't stop," Leo whispered, the words so soft they were barely audible. Shame and arousal battled on his flushed face, his amber eyes glassy with conflicted need.
Stefano rewarded his surrender by pushing his tongue back inside, fucking deeper into that tight heat. The muscles clenched around the invasion, Leo's body welcoming what his pride still resisted. The taste grew more intense, more complex—omega arousal amplified by submission, by the chemical markers of surrender Leo's body produced despite his conscious resistance.
After thoroughly devastating Leo with his tongue, Stefano suddenly pulled away, moving with predatory grace to the headof the bed. He gripped Leo's hair, guiding his head up to meet his eyes.
"Want to know what you taste like, baby?" he growled, not waiting for an answer before crashing his mouth against Leo's parted lips.
The kiss was brutally invasive, Stefano's tongue forcing its way into Leo's mouth, making him taste his own slick, his own surrender. Leo made a shocked sound against his lips, trying to pull away, but Marco held him firmly in place while Stefano devoured him.
The flavor of Leo's slick mixed with the taste of his mouth—that honeyed whiskey tang now layered with the winter jasmine of his own arousal. Stefano growled his approval as Leo's initial resistance melted, as his tongue hesitantly met Stefano's, as he unconsciously chased his own taste.
