Chapter 15 #3
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 collected more 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 head of 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.
"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 those reddened 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.