Chapter 16
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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 with Stefano'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 us claiming 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.
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 tried to 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 thumb traced 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…"