Stefano's tongue pushed deeper, fucking into Leo in a steady rhythm that matched Marco's movements. His hands gripped the underside of Leo's thighs, holding him spread and exposed as he devoured him from behind. Each thrust of that clever tongue sent fresh waves of pleasure coursing through Leo's system, making him writhe between the three alphas, completely at their mercy.
That's it, little prince.Stefano's alpha nature growled with satisfaction as Leo's body responded eagerly to their collective attention.Let us show you exactly where you belong.
The taste of Leo's slick was becoming addictive—each thrust of his tongue collecting more of that sweet nectar, each fluttering clench of that tight entrance around his invasion sending fresh heat surging through Stefano's blood. His cock strained painfully against his zipper, demanding relief, demanding to replace his tongue with something larger, something that would stretch Leo wider, claim him deeper.
Soon. Not yet but fucking soon.The promise was all that kept Stefano from losing control completely.
Matteo swallowed every sound Leo tried to make, drinking in his moans like they were the finest whiskey. The alpha's kiss was consuming, dominating, leaving no room for resistance or thought. His tongue tangled with Leo's, coaxing it into a dance where Matteo led and Leo could only follow. When Leo triedto turn his head, desperate for air, Matteo's hand tightened in his hair, holding him in place as he continued the relentless invasion.
Marco's rhythm accelerated, his mouth working Leo's cock with increased urgency. The obscene wet sounds of his efforts filled the tent, mixing with the muffled whimpers Matteo's kiss couldn't completely silence. His hands found Leo's balls, rolling them between his fingers with just enough pressure to make Leo's hips buck wildly, seeking deeper penetration into that hot, willing mouth.
Stefano pushed a finger alongside his tongue, the additional stretch making Leo's entrance flutter around the invasion. The digit curled with deliberate precision, finding that spot inside that made stars explode behind Leo's eyelids. The combined sensation—Stefano's tongue and finger working his hole, Marco's mouth enveloping his cock, Matteo's kiss consuming his very breath—was too much for any omega to withstand.
We're going to break him apart,Stefano thought with savage satisfaction as he felt Leo's resistance crumbling beneath their collective assault.And then put him back together exactly as we want him.
His finger pressed harder against that spot inside Leo that made the omega's entire body tense with pleasure. The reaction was immediate and devastating—Leo's hole clenching around the intrusion, his thighs trembling, his cock leaking heavily into Marco's eager mouth. Stefano's own cock throbbed in sympathy, precum soaking through his trousers as he imagined how that tight heat would feel clenching around him.
Matteo finally released Leo's mouth, allowing desperate sounds to fill the tent as Leo gasped for breath. His lips were swollen and red from the alpha's attention, a thin string of saliva connecting them for a moment before breaking. Matteo's thumbtraced the abused flesh, his expression dark with satisfaction at the evidence of his claiming.
"Please," Leo begged, voice cracking with need as Marco took him impossibly deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of the alpha's throat. "I can't—it's too much—I need?—"
There it is.Stefano's alpha nature roared with triumph at the sound of Leo's desperation.The surrender we've been working toward. The admission that he needs exactly what we're giving him.
"Need what, little prince?" Stefano demanded, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against Leo's exposed hole. "Tell us exactly what you need."
Marco pulled off Leo's cock with an obscene sound, a string of saliva and precum connecting his swollen lips to the glistening head. The sudden loss of that wet heat made Leo whimper, his cock jerking against his stomach in protest. Marco's lips were red and swollen from use, his eyes dark with hunger as he looked up the length of Leo's body.
"Please let me come," Leo gasped, all pretense of resistance gone, shattered beneath the onslaught of pleasure they'd unleashed. His cock lay against his stomach, angry red and leaking steadily, twitching with each heartbeat like it was sending morse code distress signals. "Please…"
"Ask properly," Marco demanded, tongue flicking out to taste the precum gathered at Leo's tip, the brief contact making the omega's entire body jerk with desperate need. "Say it the way we want to hear it."
Confusion flickered across Leo's face for a moment before understanding dawned, sending fresh heat to his already flushed cheeks. "Please," he whispered, the word barely audible. "Please let me come… Daddies."
The word sent electric current racing through Stefano's blood, his vision blurring at the edges as alpha instincthowled with satisfaction.Daddies.Not just acknowledging their dominance but their role—protectors, providers, disciplinarians. Everything Leo had been denied, everything he unconsciously craved.
Mine. Ours. Completely fucking ours now.Stefano's canines ached with the need to sink into Leo's throat, to mark him permanently, to make the claiming complete.
"Good boy," Stefano praised, the words emerging as a growl that made Leo's cock twitch visibly against his stomach. "Since you asked so nicely."
They descended on him again with renewed hunger—Marco taking his cock deep in one smooth motion, throat working around the head as he swallowed him to the root. The sight of those lips stretched around Leo's girth, the wet heat engulfing him completely, the obscene sounds of suction and pleasure—it was all too much for Leo's overwrought system.
Stefano's tongue pushed back inside that tight heat, finger finding that spot inside that made Leo's vision blur at the edges. The dual penetration—tongue and finger working in tandem to drive him insane—had Leo's back arching off the bed, his body caught between pushing deeper into Marco's mouth and grinding back against Stefano's invasive tongue.
Perfect omega. Our perfect little prince.Stefano felt Leo's body surrender completely, resistance dissolving beneath wave after wave of pleasure they unleashed upon him. This was what they'd been working toward—breaking Leo down until nothing remained but sensation, until that sharp mind could form no thoughts beyond pleasure and the alphas providing it.
Matteo's mouth moved to Leo's chest, teeth finding a nipple and biting down with calculated pressure. The sharp pain-pleasure jolted through Leo like an electric shock, making his cock pulse heavily in Marco's mouth. Matteo's tongue soothedthe abused flesh before his teeth returned, applying rhythmic pressure that sent currents of sensation straight to Leo's groin.
The combination of sensations was too much. Leo came with a strangled scream, his back arching off the bed as pleasure crashed through him in devastating waves. Marco didn't pull back, his throat working around the head of Leo's cock as he swallowed every pulse. The alpha's eyes never left Leo's face, watching with predatory satisfaction as their little prince fell apart beneath their collective attention.
The intense climax made Leo's entrance clench rhythmically around Stefano's tongue and finger, his body convulsing between the three alphas as they worked him through every pulse. Matteo's mouth continued tormenting his nipple, teeth grazing the sensitive peak as aftershocks rippled through Leo's system, prolonging his pleasure until it bordered on pain.
Stefano's cock throbbed painfully as he watched Leo come apart, as he tasted the fresh rush of slick that accompanied his release.Not enough. Not nearly fucking enough.His alpha nature snarled for more, for complete possession, for driving his cock into that tight heat until Leo screamed his name, until he filled him so completely that their little prince would never forget whom he belonged to.
Before Leo could even catch his breath, they were repositioning him again—Stefano settling back against the headboard, pulling Leo into his lap with Leo's back against his chest. The position left Leo completely exposed, his legs splayed across Stefano's thighs, his spent cock and well-used hole on display for Marco and Matteo's hungry eyes.
"Feel that?" Stefano murmured against Leo's ear, hands gripping narrow hips and grinding Leo down against his clothed erection. The hard length pressed against the cleft of Leo's ass, separated only by the fabric of Stefano's trousers. "Feel what you do to me, little prince? What you do to all of us?"
His cock throbbed against Leo's ass, the thin barrier of fabric maddening—so close to what he craved yet still denied. Stefano's alpha nature howled with frustration at the deliberate delay, but the strategy was clear. This wasn't about immediate satisfaction; this was about breaking Leo down completely, about making him crave their cocks with the same desperation that drove them to claim him.
