Chapter 16 #2
"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 instinct howled 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 soothed the 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.
Leo made a small, broken sound as Stefano's cock pressed against his sensitive hole through the fabric.
The pressure wasn't enough to breach him but more than enough to promise what was to come.
The alpha's clothed erection felt massive against him, hot and hard and insistent, making Leo's exhausted body respond with another pulse of slick that soaked through the expensive fabric.
Even his body knows what's coming. Stefano's jaw tightened as fresh slick soaked through to his aching cock, the heat and wetness a torturous preview of what awaited him. Knows exactly what he needs, what he was made for.
"One day soon," Stefano continued, voice dropping to that register that made Leo shiver in his hold, "this cock is going to split you open. Going to fill you so fucking deep you'll feel it in your throat. Going to knot you until you can't remember your own name."
The words painted vivid images in Stefano's mind—Leo spread beneath him, taking his cock inch by agonizing inch, face contorted with pain-pleasure as Stefano claimed him completely.
The fantasy was so clear he could almost feel it—the tight heat engulfing him, Leo's body yielding to his invasion, the moment when his knot would swell and lock them together, when he would fill Leo with his release, marking him from the inside out.
Leo whimpered, his body responding to the filthy promise with fresh arousal despite his recent climax.
His spent cock twitched against his thigh, already beginning to harden again as Stefano's words painted vivid images in his mind—being stretched open, filled completely, knotted and claimed in the most primal way possible.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Stefano's teeth scraped against the sensitive skin beneath Leo's ear, marking him with another possessive bite.
The taste of him—salt and sweetness and something uniquely Leo—made Stefano's alpha hindbrain howl with possession.
"Having your daddy's cock stretching this tight hole.
Filling you with cum until you're dripping with it. "
Mine. Fucking mine. The thought pounded through Stefano's blood with each heartbeat, his vision swimming crimson as Leo's scent spiked with undeniable arousal.
His canines ached with the need to sink into that perfect throat, to mark Leo in the most permanent way possible, to make the claiming complete.
"I—I don't—" Leo tried to deny it, but his body betrayed him—cock hardening visibly as Stefano ground against him, hole leaking fresh slick that soaked through Stefano's trousers.
Liar. Such a pretty liar. Stefano's lips curved into a predatory smile against Leo's skin as he felt the evidence of Leo's arousal soaking through to his aching cock. Your body knows the truth, little prince. Knows exactly who you belong to.
Matteo positioned himself between their spread legs, amber eyes burning with predatory hunger as he took in the sight before him.
Without a word, he lowered his head, tongue tracing the length of Leo's cock from base to tip in one devastating stroke that had their little prince crying out.
The alpha's tongue was hot and wet against Leo's oversensitive flesh, collecting the remnants of his previous release before wrapping around the head.
"Watch him," Stefano commanded, one hand moving to grip Leo's jaw, forcing him to look down at Matteo between his legs. "Watch how much your daddy wants to taste you."
The sight of Matteo's mouth on Leo's cock, combined with Leo's broken sounds and the slick soaking through to Stefano's aching length, made his control slip another dangerous notch.
Three years of discipline, of waiting, of planning—all of it hanging by the thinnest thread as his alpha nature demanded immediate possession.
Soon. Not yet but fucking soon. The promise was all that kept Stefano from tearing open his pants and driving into that wet heat without preamble, from claiming Leo completely before he was ready to surrender.
Leo's eyes fixed on Matteo's mouth as it descended on him again, lips parting to take the head of his cock inside.
The wet heat engulfed him slowly this time, inch by torturous inch, Matteo's amber eyes never leaving Leo's face as he took him deeper.
The visual was as arousing as the physical sensation—watching his cock disappear between those full lips, seeing the hollowing of Matteo's cheeks as he applied suction that made Leo's toes curl.
Marco appeared beside them, his hand moving to Leo's chest, fingers finding a nipple already sensitive from previous attention. He pinched the swollen bud hard enough to make Leo gasp, rolling it between thumb and forefinger with merciless precision.
"Such a good boy for your daddies," he praised, lowering his mouth to claim the tortured nipple.
His teeth closed around it with careful pressure, tugging slightly before his tongue soothed the sting.
The contrast between sharp pain and wet heat sent jolts of electricity straight to Leo's cock, making him leak into Matteo's eager mouth.