Chapter 16 #3
Stefano's cock throbbed heavily against Leo's ass as he watched his brothers work their little prince into a frenzy.
His hand splayed possessively across Leo's stomach, feeling the muscles twitch and jump beneath his palm as pleasure built in the omega's system.
This was perfection—Leo trapped between them, surrounded by alphas, each of them claiming different parts of him until there was no escape, no resistance, only surrender.
Marco's lips worked the sensitive bud with the same expertise he'd shown on Leo's cock, alternating between gentle suction and sharp bites that kept Leo teetering between pleasure and pain.
His hand moved to the neglected nipple, pinching and twisting until both peaks stood hard and red against Leo's pale chest.
"Please," Leo gasped, the word emerging broken and desperate as Matteo took him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of the alpha's throat.
Stefano continued grinding against his ass, the clothed erection a constant reminder of what awaited him, while Marco's mouth and fingers tormented his chest with exquisite precision. "I can't—it's too much—"
"You can," Stefano corrected, his hand sliding down to wrap around Leo's balls, rolling them between his fingers with just enough pressure to make the omega's breath hitch. "And you will. You'll take everything your daddies give you, little prince. Show us how good you can be."
You were made for this. The thought burned through Stefano's mind as Leo writhed on his lap, every movement sending fresh friction against his aching cock. Made to be filled and fucked and claimed by your alphas. Made to take our pleasure until you're drunk with it.
Marco's mouth moved from Leo's nipple to his throat, teeth finding the pulse point and biting down with possessive intent.
The sharp pain bloomed into something darker, something that made Leo's cock throb heavily in Matteo's mouth.
Marco's teeth broke skin, marking Leo with a possessive brand that would last for days, a visible reminder of whom he belonged to.
Stefano felt his control slipping further as the scent of Leo's blood—coppery and sweet—filled the air. The primal part of him responded to the marking, to the visual evidence of their possession, making his cock pulse heavily against Leo's ass.
"So perfect," Marco murmured against the newly formed mark, tongue collecting the bead of blood that welled from the puncture. "Made for us. Made to take us all."
His hand replaced his mouth on Leo's chest, fingers twisting the sensitive nipples until they stood hard and red against pale skin.
The combination of pain-pleasure sent jolts of electricity straight to Leo's cock, making him leak copiously into Matteo's eager mouth.
Marco's teeth continued their marking path, moving from Leo's throat to his shoulder, leaving a trail of possessive bites that would bloom into purple bruises by morning.
"That's it," Marco encouraged, lips brushing Leo's ear as he continued tormenting those sensitive buds. "Let go for us, baby. Show your daddies how pretty you look when you come."
Matteo's rhythm accelerated, his mouth working Leo's cock with increased urgency.
The obscene wet sounds of his efforts filled the room, punctuated by Leo's desperate whimpers as pleasure built to impossible heights again.
Matteo's hands gripped Leo's thighs, spreading them wider, holding him open as he devoured his cock with single-minded focus.
Leo writhed between them, trapped in a cage of alpha bodies, overwhelmed by sensations coming from all sides.
Stefano's hand moved from Leo's balls to his entrance, a finger pushing inside without warning, finding that spot that made Leo see stars.
The intrusion combined with Matteo's mouth and Marco's merciless attention to his nipples pushed Leo toward another impossible peak.
Give us everything. Stefano's finger pressed harder against that spot inside Leo that made the omega's entire body tense with pleasure. Surrender completely. Show us who you belong to.
"Please let me come," Leo begged, the words emerging without conscious thought as Matteo's tongue found that sensitive spot just beneath the head of his cock. "Please, Daddies, I need to—"
"Come for us," Stefano commanded, his finger pressing harder against that spot inside Leo that made his vision white out at the edges. "Show us how good we make you feel."
Leo came with a broken cry, his body convulsing between them as pleasure crashed through him in devastating waves.
Matteo didn't pull back, his throat working around the head of Leo's cock as he swallowed everything the omega had to give.
His amber eyes remained fixed on Leo's face, watching every flicker of pleasure, every surrender of that sharp mind to pure sensation.
The intensity made Leo's hole clench around Stefano's finger, his body milking the intrusion as if desperate for more. His hands clutched desperately at whatever they could reach—Marco's hair, Stefano's thigh, the silk sheets beneath them—as his body shook with the force of his release.
Savage satisfaction coursed through Stefano's blood as he watched Leo fall apart for them a second time.
This is just the beginning, little prince.
The thought was a promise and a threat combined.
By the time we're done with you, you'll be begging for our cocks, begging to be filled and claimed and owned.
Before Leo could even recover, Matteo was moving up his body, claiming his mouth in a kiss that made Leo taste himself on the alpha's tongue.
The flavor of his own release combined with Matteo's unique taste sent another shudder through his oversensitive system.
Matteo's kiss was different now—less dominating, more consuming, like he was collecting Leo's surrender through the connection of their mouths.
Matteo's tongue explored every corner of Leo's mouth, tracing his teeth, tangling with his tongue, claiming him from the inside out.
The alpha tasted of Leo's release and something darker, something that made Leo's omega biology respond with instinctive submission.
His hands came up to frame Leo's face, holding him steady as he devoured him with methodical thoroughness.
"Beautiful," Marco praised, pressing gentle kisses to the marks they'd left on Leo's throat, his tongue tracing the indentations left by his teeth. "So perfect for us. But we're not done with you yet, baby."
Not even close to done. Stefano's alpha nature growled with anticipation as he felt Leo tremble against him, exhausted but still responsive to their touch.
They would push him further, drive him higher, break him down completely until nothing remained but pleasure and surrender and the alphas who owned every inch of him.
By the time they finished with him tonight, Leo Yamamoto would understand exactly where he belonged—with them, between them, taking everything they chose to give him.