Page 16 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

Before Ty could continue his sarcastic tirade, Anders pulled him down onto the bed with a swift movement that belied his supposed injuries.

Ty landed half on top of him with a startled gasp, the thin t-shirt riding up to expose the smooth curve of his ass.

The position put Anders’ mouth directly beside Ty’s scent gland, and the concentrated sweetness overwhelmed his senses instantly.

“Fuck,” Conall growled from across the room, his voice thick with hunger. “Look at that perfect little ass. Practically begging to be claimed.”

Anders felt his cock throb painfully at his brother’s words, the image of burying himself in that tight heat nearly overwhelming his control. From the corner of his eye, he saw Wyatt shift on his bed, his hand moving beneath the sheet to adjust his own hardening length.

“Your heat’s worse today,” Anders murmured against Ty’s ear, letting his lips brush the sensitive shell. “The little taste I gave you yesterday only made you hungrier, didn’t it? Made you ache for something bigger than my fingers.”

Ty shivered, his body responding eagerly, the reaction soaking through the sheet beneath them. The scent was maddening—richer, sweeter than yesterday, calling to something primal in Anders’ blood.

“That’s not— I didn’t—” Ty tried to deny it, but his body betrayed him, his hips unconsciously grinding down against Anders’ hardness.

“Don’t lie to me,” Anders growled, sinking his teeth into the lobe of Ty’s ear just hard enough to sting. “Your body can’t lie, little mouse, even when your pretty mouth tries to.”

“My body is a traitor,” Ty gasped, trying to maintain his defiance despite the pleasure clearly coursing through him. “Like yours isn’t responding the same way? Your cock seems pretty enthusiastic about the situation, Mr. Iceflare.”

The formal address drew a low chuckle from Anders. “Still using that nickname, I see. It’s growing on me.”

“Would you prefer ‘Alpha Asshole’?” Ty shot back, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the breathy quality of his voice. “Or maybe ‘His Royal Knothead’? I’m open to suggestions.”

Conall’s laugh echoed from across the room. “He’s got you there, Anders. The little mouse still has his claws.”

“And teeth,” Ty added, narrowing his eyes at Conall. “Don’t forget those, Mr. Enigma.”

Conall grinned at the now-familiar nickname. “You know, I’ve been thinking about my code name. Very fitting. But I’m curious. Why ‘enigma’ specifically?”

Ty’s cheeks flushed deeper, but he maintained his defiant glare. “Because you’re unpredictable. Charming one moment, threatening the next. A puzzle.”

“I’m flattered,” Conall said, genuinely seeming pleased. “And our quiet friend over there? Mr. Storm, wasn’t it?”

Ty nodded, glancing at Wyatt. “Because he looks like he’s about to rain down death at any moment.”

Wyatt’s lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. “Accurate.”

Anders tightened his grip on Ty’s wrist, drawing the omega’s attention back to him. “Enough stalling,” he said, his voice dropping to a silken purr that made Ty’s pupils dilate further. “We both know why you’re here.”

“Because De Luca’s going to kill my father if I don’t come back with your genetic material?

” Ty replied, the flippant tone not quite hiding the genuine fear beneath.

“Because my heat is making me feel like I’m being burned alive from the inside out?

Or because you three are the most frustratingly attractive alphas I’ve ever met, and my stupid omega biology won’t listen when my brain screams ‘danger’ instead of ‘mate’? ”

The admission seemed to surprise even Ty himself, his eyes widening slightly as the words escaped. Anders felt a surge of satisfaction at the omega’s unwitting honesty.

“All of the above,” Anders murmured, his free hand sliding beneath Ty’s t-shirt to trace the curve of his spine. “But mostly the last one, I think.”

Ty shivered at the touch, his body arching instinctively into Anders’ hand. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he managed, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the way his breath hitched. “I’d find any alpha attractive right now. It’s the heat talking.”

“Is it?” Anders questioned, his fingers dipping lower to trace the cleft of Ty’s ass, feeling the evidence of his body’s readiness. “Then why did you come to me first? Why not start with Mr. Enigma or Mr. Storm today?”

Ty’s face flushed deeper as Anders’ fingers explored with increasing boldness. When one finger circled his entrance teasingly, he couldn’t suppress a whimper of need.

“That’s what I thought,” Anders said with satisfaction, pressing just the tip of his finger inside, feeling Ty’s body clench eagerly around the intrusion. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your pride won’t let you admit it.”

“My body wants a knot,” Ty gasped, his hips rocking back against Anders’ finger despite his words. “Any knot would do. You three just happen to be the convenient alphas in my disaster lottery. Don’t flatter yourselves into thinking you’re special; you’re basically glorified sex toys with egos.”

“Such a sharp tongue,” Conall said from his bed, his hand now openly stroking himself through the sheet. “I wonder if it tastes as sweet as the rest of him.”

Ty’s scent spiked with a complex mixture of need and anxiety at their words. “That’s not— I’m not here for that.”

“No?” Anders questioned, sliding his finger deeper, watching with satisfaction as Ty’s resistance crumbled further. “What are you here for, then? Be specific.”

Ty bit his lip, clearly struggling with his pride. Another cramp must have hit him then, his body shuddering with the force of it.

“Relief,” Ty finally admitted, the word barely audible. “I need relief. Before I lose my mind completely.”

Anders exchanged a glance with his brothers, a silent communication passing between them. They had discussed this after Ty left yesterday—how far to take their game, how much relief to provide, how to maintain control while giving just enough to keep Ty coming back.

“Turn over,” Anders commanded. “On your back.”

Ty complied with surprising eagerness, positioning himself on his back beside Anders, his t-shirt riding up to expose his stomach. The movement sent another wave of his scent through the room, drawing growls from all three alphas.

“Take it off,” Anders ordered, gesturing to the t-shirt. “I want to see all of you.”

Hesitation flickered across Ty’s features, a moment of vulnerability that Anders found unexpectedly appealing. Then, with shaking hands, Ty pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his naked body completely.

The sight was even more striking than yesterday.

Heat flush had spread across Ty’s torso, painting his pale skin with a rosy glow that accentuated his subtle omega curves.

His nipples were hard, flushed a deep pink against his chest. His cock was hard against his stomach, leaking pre-cum that mingled with the wetness coating his inner thighs.

“Beautiful,” Anders murmured, the word escaping before he could stop it.

Ty’s eyes widened at the unexpected praise, a different kind of flush spreading across his cheeks. The moment of vulnerability was oddly compelling, more so than the physical beauty of their little omega’s body. Anders filed the observation away for future use.

“Look at me,” Anders said. “This is going to be like yesterday. You’ll tell me exactly what you want. Understood?”

Ty swallowed hard, his pupils dilating as he looked up at Anders’ towering form. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Anders prompted, his hand coming up to grip the omega’s chin.

“Yes, Mr. Iceflare,” Ty replied, the formal address sending a jolt of satisfaction through Anders’ veins.

“Good boy,” Anders praised, enjoying the way Ty’s scent sweetened at the words despite the flash of irritation in his eyes. “Now, tell me what you want. Be specific.”

Ty’s face flamed, but desperation won out over pride. “Please… I want you to touch me,” he said, the words coming out in a rush.

“Already begging and I’ve barely touched you,” Anders murmured, lowering his head to the sensitive skin of Ty’s neck. “I wonder what you’ll sound like when I really get started.”

“Probably like a bad phone connection, lots of static and unintelligible noises,” Ty quipped, though his breath hitched when Anders’ lips brushed his pulse point.

Anders inhaled deeply at the source, where Ty’s scent was most concentrated, most intoxicating. The fragrance bypassed all rational thought, triggering something primal in his alpha hindbrain—a recognition of rare, precious compatibility that he couldn’t yet consciously identify.

“Your scent is extraordinary,” Anders murmured against the pulse point, feeling it jump beneath his lips. “Like nothing I’ve ever encountered before.”

Across the room, Conall shifted, his green eyes darkening as he caught the concentrated wave of Ty’s pheromones. “It’s affecting all of us,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. “Even from here, it’s overwhelming.”

“Fantastic,” Ty said, though his body arched instinctively as Anders’ lips traced a path down his throat. “I’ve always wanted to be a science experiment. ‘The Curious Case of the Overly Fragrant Omega.’ Bestseller material right there.”

Anders couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped against Ty’s skin. “Even now, you can’t help yourself, can you? Always that sharp tongue.”

“It’s my best feature,” Ty gasped as Anders bit down gently at the junction of neck and shoulder. “Well, that and my baking skills. Everything else is just standard omega packaging.”

“There’s nothing standard about you,” Anders growled, the admission escaping before he could stop it.

He traced a path down Ty’s chest, drawn to the hardened nipples that seemed almost too sensitive for a male omega.

When he took one between his lips, Ty’s reaction was explosive—his back arching off the bed, a broken cry escaping his throat.