"That's it," Stefano murmured against Leo's lips. "Taste how fucking perfect you are. How made for us you are."
Leo whimpered, the sound vibrating between their joined mouths. His eyes had fallen shut, dark lashes fanning across flushed cheeks as he surrendered to the filthy kiss, to the taste of his own desire forced back on him.
When Stefano finally pulled away, Leo's lips were swollen and slick, his breathing ragged, his eyes glazed with conflicted hunger. A thin string of saliva connected their mouths for a moment before breaking, the visual evidence of how thoroughly Stefano had claimed him.
"Good boy," Marco praised, his hand stroking along Leo's spine in approval. "Taking what your daddies give you so perfectly. I think he deserves a reward for that, don't you, Stefano?"
"Indeed." Stefano's voice was rough with barely leashed hunger as he moved back behind Leo, hands gripping thosereddened ass cheeks once more. "Daddies always reward good behavior."
Without warning, he buried his face between those perfect globes again, tongue returning to that tight entrance now wet and relaxed from his earlier attention. This time, he pushed deeper, fucking into Leo with deliberate precision, searching for that spot inside that would shatter his control completely.
Leo's reaction was violent and immediate—his back arched sharply, a broken cry tearing from his throat as pleasure coursed through him. His hips bucked against Marco's thigh, rutting against the alpha's leg like an animal in heat, his cock leaking precum to mark Marco's pants.
The movement released another wave of Leo's scent—winter jasmine so potent it made Stefano's head spin. His control slipped further, alpha instincts howling for immediate claiming, for bending Leo over and fucking him until he couldn't remember his own name, until all he knew was their ownership.
Stefano alternated between soft kisses and firm strokes of his tongue against the abused flesh, feeling Leo tremble beneath him. He worked methodically, covering every inch of reddened skin, occasionally scraping teeth across sensitive spots just to feel Leo's whole body jerk in response.
The power he held over Leo's reactions sent dark satisfaction pulsing through him. This was dominance—not just physical control, but the ability to transform pain into pleasure, resistance into need. To make Leo's body betray his mind so completely that fighting became impossible, surrender inevitable.
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"Oh God," Leo gasped, hips grinding shamelessly against Marco's thigh, seeking friction for his leaking cock. His voice had lost all defiance, reduced to desperate pleas. "That's—you can't—it shouldn't feel like?—"
Stefano pulled back, his mouth glistening with Leo's slick. The taste lingered on his tongue—winter jasmine mixed with something uniquely Leo. The flavor nearly broke his control completely, his alpha nature howling for more, demanding to consume every drop of slick their little prince produced.
Mine. Fucking mine.The possessive thought almost escaped his lips, barely contained behind clenched teeth as he surveyed Leo's flushed face and desperate eyes.
"Reposition him," he commanded, voice rough with barely controlled hunger. "I want him on his back."
Marco and Matteo moved with practiced coordination, lifting Leo's trembling form from Marco's lap and laying him on the bed. His legs splayed open instinctively, cock flushed and leaking against his stomach, hole pink and glistening withStefano's saliva and his own abundant slick. The sight sent fresh blood rushing to Stefano's already painful erection.
Perfect. So fucking perfect.His vision edged crimson as he took in every detail—the marks they'd left on Leo's pale skin, the way his chest heaved with desperate breaths, the slick gathering between his thighs. Nothing had ever looked more beautiful than their little prince spread before them, ready to be devoured.
"Look at you," Marco murmured, eyes dark with predatory hunger as he positioned himself between Leo's spread legs. "So fucking pretty for us."
Leo tried to respond, but whatever retort he'd prepared dissolved into a broken cry as Stefano and Marco descended on him simultaneously—Stefano pushing his thighs up and back to expose his entrance again, Marco swallowing his cock in one smooth motion that had Leo arching off the bed like he'd been electrocuted.
The wet heat of Marco's mouth engulfed Leo's length, tongue flat against the underside as he took him deep. The alpha hummed around his prize, the vibration traveling through Leo's cock straight to his core, making his toes curl against the silk sheets. Marco hollowed his cheeks, creating a suction that had Leo's eyes rolling back, his breath escaping in short, desperate pants.
Stefano's cock throbbed painfully as he watched Marco take Leo apart with his mouth, jealousy and satisfaction warring within him.Mine, but also ours.The distinction was critical—Leo belonged to all three of them, would be shared between them, would learn to crave them equally, differently, completely.
"FUCK!" The curse tore from Leo's throat, hands flying to Marco's dark hair, fingers tangling in the strands as if to anchor himself against the overwhelming sensation. "I can't—your mouth—it's too?—"
His words fragmented as Stefano's tongue returned to his entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside. The dual assault—Marco's hot mouth working his cock with merciless precision while Stefano's tongue breached him from behind—sent lightning racing up Leo's spine, shorting out his brain's capacity for speech.
That's it.Stefano's alpha nature purred with satisfaction as Leo's body yielded to his invasion.No more clever words, no more sharp denials. Just surrender, little prince. Just pleasure.
The taste of Leo's slick exploded across his tongue again, richer now as arousal built in the omega's system. Stefano groaned against the sensitive flesh, the vibration making Leo's entrance clench around his tongue. The reaction sent another surge of possessive triumph through Stefano's blood—Leo's body knew exactly who it belonged to, even as his mind continued its futile struggle.
Matteo loomed above Leo suddenly, amber eyes burning with possession. His powerful hands framed Leo's face, thumbs tracing cheekbones with surprising tenderness before tilting his head back. Leo's mouth fell open on a gasp as Marco took him deeper, giving Matteo the perfect opportunity to claim those parted lips.
The alpha's mouth descended with bruising force, tongue pushing past Leo's lips without preamble. Matteo tasted different from the others—darker, more intense, with undertones of something woodsy that made Leo's omega hindbrain purr with approval. His larger tongue mapped every corner of Leo's mouth with methodical thoroughness, claiming territory that had never been explored before.
Stefano watched from his position, satisfaction coursing through him as they trapped Leo between them.This is how it will always be,he thought, tongue pushing deeper into that tight heat as Leo moaned into Matteo's kiss.All of usclaiming different parts of him, surrounding him, owning him completely.
Leo moaned into the kiss as Marco's tongue found the sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock, circling it with devastating precision before dragging up the length to collect the precum gathering at the tip. The alpha's mouth was an instrument of exquisite torture, alternating between deep, swallowing pulls and teasing, featherlight strokes of his tongue that kept Leo teetering on the edge without pushing him over.
