Chapter 6 #2
I chose the quiet one deliberately, hoping his reserve might make this ordeal less intense.
Not that I had any real basis for comparison—unless you counted fumbling attempts at spin the bottle when I was thirteen, before my presentation had made me a liability to be hidden away.
Those innocent pecks had nothing to do with whatever storm I was about to walk into.
And considering my cock was already throbbing painfully from that humiliating spanking, I needed all the help I could get.
Great. Just fucking great. Go into negotiations with a raging hard-on and see how well that works out for you, Leo.
Matteo approached slowly, his amber eyes revealing nothing as he knelt before me.
But I could see the tension radiating from him—the way his hands flexed into fists, the rigid set of his shoulders like he was fighting every instinct to simply take what he wanted.
His nostrils flared slightly as he got closer, and I realized with mounting horror that he could probably smell exactly how aroused I already was.
“Make it quick,” I muttered, bracing my hands on the chair arms to lean forward. “Consider it a business transaction, not a—”
His hand clamped around my jaw with bruising force, cutting off my words. “Shut up,” he growled, his voice rougher than I’d ever heard it. “And hold still.”
Then his mouth crashed against mine, and my entire world exploded.
The force drove my head back against the chair, his lips crushing against mine with devastating hunger. His scent slammed into me—cedar and rain and something wild that made my vision blur. When I tried to jerk away, his grip tightened, fingers digging into my jaw hard enough to leave marks.
“Open,” he commanded against my lips, his voice a low rasp that went straight to my already-aching cock.
“Fuck—” The moment my lips parted, his tongue forced its way past them, thick and demanding, filling my mouth until I gagged around the invasion.
Holy shit, I can’t breathe. The taste of him flooded my senses—something dark and masculine that made my head spin. My cock jerked violently against the sweatpants, the heat symptoms making every sensation ten times more intense than it should be.
It’s just the heat, I told myself frantically as molten pleasure coursed through my veins. Just omega biology going haywire. This isn’t real attraction—it’s just my fucked-up genetics responding to alpha pheromones like a Pavlovian dog.
His tongue stroked against mine with methodical precision, exploring every corner of my mouth like he was claiming territory, mapping what belonged to him now. Each stroke sent electricity straight to my groin, my already-hard cock pulsing desperately as more slick gathered between my legs.
My hands flew to his shoulders, nails digging into solid muscle as I tried to push him away. But he was immovable, his free hand sliding to the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair and tilting my head back with firm control to give him better access.
The pressure sent electricity straight down my spine, my back arching involuntarily as a strangled whimper escaped my throat. The sound seemed to shatter something in his control—a low growl rumbled from his chest as his tongue delved deeper, stroking against mine with increasing desperation.
This is insane. This is wrong. Why does it feel so fucking good?
My body was betraying me completely, hips jerking forward of their own accord, seeking friction against his solid form. The heat building under my skin was making it impossible to think straight, every nerve ending screaming for more contact, more pressure, more everything.
When he finally pulled back, I was gasping, my lips swollen and tingling. Matteo’s amber eyes had gone molten, fixed on my mouth like he wanted to devour it all over again. A thin string of saliva connected our lips, obscene evidence of what had just happened.
“Beautiful,” he rasped, his thumb roughly wiping away the moisture. “So fucking responsive.”
One down, I thought wildly. Two more to go before I can get suppressants and pretend this never happened. Assuming I survive that long without coming in my pants like a teenager.
“One down,” Marco purred, sliding into Matteo’s place with predatory grace. “My turn to see what other sounds I can tear from that sharp mouth.”
Marco’s hands framed my face, his smile sharp enough to cut glass. Where Matteo had been brutal efficiency, Marco radiated dangerous playfulness—like a cat who’d found the world’s most entertaining mouse.
“Such pretty swollen lips already,” he murmured, his fingers trailing along my jaw with deceptive gentleness. “I wonder what happens when I really get started.”
Marco’s mouth hovered a breath away from mine, his face so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin.
Warm air ghosted across my lips, making them tingle with anticipation as they parted involuntarily.
Without conscious thought, I leaned forward, straining toward him and chasing the almost-contact like a starving man reaching for bread.
His lips curved upward, teeth flashing white in the firelight as his smile stretched wider, predatory and satisfied.
“So eager,” he whispered, brushing his mouth across mine in the barest whisper of contact. “Beg for it.”
“Go to hell,” I gasped, but my voice was already breathless, needy in a way that made shame burn through me. My cock was throbbing so hard I could feel my pulse in it, the heat symptoms amplifying every sensation until I felt ready to crawl out of my own skin.
“Wrong answer.” His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. The sharp pain bloomed into something else entirely, heat racing through my veins like liquid fire straight to my groin.
Fuck. It’s definitely the heat making this feel so good. Has to be. Normal people don’t get turned on by being bitten like vampires with commitment issues.
His mouth crashed back against mine. His tongue forced past my lips, thick and demanding, filling my mouth completely.
The taste of him—cinnamon and raw masculinity—flooded my mouth as his tongue swept against mine in slow, deliberate circles before retreating, leaving me straining forward for more.
“That’s it,” he murmured against my mouth when I whimpered in frustration. “Chase it. Show me how much you need it.”
The bastard was torturing me, giving me just enough to drive me insane before pulling back. His tongue flicked against the roof of my mouth, then sucked my tongue into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive muscle until I was shaking against him.
This is insane. This is completely insane. I should be disgusted, not begging for more like some omega in a bad romance novel.
I pressed forward, trying to take control of the kiss. His fingers twisted in my hair, grip tightening until I gasped, guiding my head back to the exact angle he wanted. “Ah-ah,” he chided, his breath hot against my bruised lips. “I decide how much you get.”
Then he was devouring me, his tongue forcing its way deeper, thick and demanding as it explored every corner of my mouth with thorough possession.
Each stroke sent molten heat straight to my already-aching cock, making it pulse against the sweatpants hard enough that I was sure they could see it jumping.
My hands fisted in his shirt, desperate for something to anchor me as pleasure crashed through my already-overloaded system. A broken moan escaped my throat, the sound so needy it made my face burn with humiliation.
Great. Now I sound like a porn star having a religious experience. That’s not embarrassing at all.
A low groan rumbled from Marco’s chest, vibrating against mine. His tongue delved deeper, more desperate, stroking against every surface of my mouth like he needed to taste all of me.
When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my breathing coming in short gasps. My lips felt raw, swollen beyond recognition, and I could taste the metallic hint where his teeth had marked me.
“Perfect,” Marco breathed, his thumb roughly stroking across my abused mouth. “Such sweet sounds. I bet I could make you scream my name.”
“Don’t bet the farm on it,” I managed, though my voice was embarrassingly hoarse. “I’ve got a very limited vocabulary when it comes to alpha appreciation.”
“My turn,” Stefano said, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that made every nerve ending come alive with terror and anticipation.
And here comes the final boss. Wonderful. My omega biology is already in full revolt, and now I get to deal with the alpha equivalent of a natural disaster.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he moved to kneel before me, those cobalt-blue eyes burning with predatory hunger. Unlike the others, he didn’t speak, didn’t tease—just watched me with the patience of an apex predator who knew his prey had nowhere to run.
“Last one,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Then suppressants. That was the deal.”
His smile was slow, lethal. “I always keep my word.”
When Stefano’s mouth crashed against mine, the world exploded.
His lips crushed mine, bruising and relentless. His hand clamped around the back of my neck, fingers digging into the sensitive skin as he angled my head exactly where he wanted it. Before I could even gasp, his tongue forced past my lips, thick and hot, filling my mouth completely.
I gagged around the invasion, my throat constricting as he pushed deeper. The taste of him flooded my senses—pine and something wild that made my head spin. His tongue stroked against mine, slow and methodical, like he was memorizing every texture, every response.
Holy shit. He’s going to kill me. He’s actually going to kill me with his mouth and they’ll find my body tomorrow with a stupid smile on my face.