Page 17 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

“Fuck,” Ty gasped, his hands flying to Anders’ shoulders, fingers digging into muscle. “That’s… that’s not playing fair.”

“I never claimed to play fair, little mouse,” Anders murmured against his skin, continuing his downward exploration. “Only to give you what you need.”

Conall approached the bed. “Hope you don’t mind company,” he said to Ty with a wicked grin that didn’t quite hide the strain of his self-control. “We’ve always been good at sharing.”

“Oh good, a tag team,” Ty remarked, though his scent revealed his interest despite his words. “Is this where I make a sports metaphor about balls and scoring? Because I’ve got several lined up.”

Conall laughed, the sound warming the clinical space as he settled beside them on the bed. “I’d love to hear them all,” he said, running his hands up Ty’s trembling thighs. “Especially when you’re too incoherent to finish the punch lines.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll lose my wit just because—oh!” Ty’s retort cut off in a gasp as Conall leaned down to take his other nipple between his lips, creating a dual sensation that had him writhing between the alphas.

“You were saying?” Anders murmured against his skin, moving lower to trace the subtle definition of Ty’s abdomen.

“I was saying—fuck!—that you two are the worst,” Ty managed, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the way his body arched into their touch. “Teaming up on me like this is—ah!—completely unfair odds.”

“Wait until Mr. Storm joins us,” Conall murmured, releasing Ty’s nipple with a wet pop. “Then you’ll really be outnumbered.”

From his position across the room, Wyatt watched with intense focus, cataloging every reaction, every sound, every shift in Ty’s scent. Unlike his brothers’ more demonstrative approaches, Wyatt’s hunger was contained, measured, but no less powerful for its restraint.

“Unique,” Wyatt said, his eyes dark as he approached the bed.

“Even with one word you make me sound like a lab specimen,” Ty managed between gasps as Anders’ mouth moved dangerously close to his straining cock. “Next you’ll be taking notes.”

Wyatt’s lips twitched in what might have been a smile. “Already am.”

“Oh God,” Ty groaned, though a startled laugh escaped him. “Of course you are. Should I be concerned?”

“Be concerned about what I’m about to do to you,” Anders growled, hovering his mouth just above Ty’s cock. “If you can still form complete sentences, we’re not doing our job properly.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Conall remarked, his fingers tracing patterns on Ty’s chest. “I bet I can make him forget words entirely.”

“You’re both awfully confident for two alphas who—fuck!” Ty’s comeback dissolved into a cry as Anders finally took him into his mouth, engulfing his cock in wet heat without warning.

The taste exploded across Anders’ tongue—sweet and clean, with notes that matched Ty’s unique scent.

It was addictive, triggering a possessive hunger he’d never experienced before.

His alpha instincts roared with the need to claim, to mark, to own this omega who tasted like nothing he’d ever encountered.

Conall groaned at the sight, his own control visibly fraying.

“The sounds he makes,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper in Ty’s ear.

“Do you want to know what I’d do to you if we weren’t playing nice?

How I’d spread those pretty thighs and eat that sweet hole until you’re sobbing?

How I’d make you come on my tongue over and over until you’re begging me to stop? ”

Ty’s whole body shuddered at Conall’s filthy promises, his scent intensifying so potently it made all three alphas growl in unison. “You talk a big game, Mr. Enigma,” he managed, though his voice trembled. “But I don’t see any action to back it up.”

“Is that a request?” Conall asked, his hand sliding down to tease one of Ty’s nipples. “Tell me you want my mouth on these pretty nipples while Anders takes care of you down below.”

Ty’s face burned with embarrassment, but his need was greater than his pride. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please, Mr. Enigma. I want your mouth on me.”

“Where exactly?” Conall prompted, pinching the nipple lightly. “Be specific, remember?”

“On my nipples,” Ty admitted, the words clearly costing him. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Conall purred, before lowering his head to take one hardened peak between his lips.

Ty’s reaction to their combined attention was immediate and powerful.

He cried out, his body arching dramatically between them as Anders took him into his mouth while circling his entrance with teasing fingers, and Conall lavished attention on his sensitive nipples.

Anders could feel the tremors running through Ty’s body, see the way pleasure overwhelmed him as he struggled to process the multiple sensations at once.

Wyatt moved to the head of the bed, his stormy eyes dark with controlled hunger as he studied Ty’s expressions. Without a word, he reached out to touch Ty’s scent gland, applying precise pressure that made Ty’s eyes roll back in pleasure.

“Responsive,” Wyatt murmured, his fingers finding a pattern that drew gasps from Ty.

“Even your—oh fuck—compliments sound like a lab report,” Ty managed, his body trembling between the three alphas’ touches.

Wyatt’s lips twitched in what might have been a smile. His fingers continued to trace patterns that consistently drew gasps of pleasure.

Anders slid one finger into Ty’s welcoming heat without warning, feeling Ty’s inner muscles clench greedily around the intrusion.

The sensation sent a jolt of pure lust straight to his cock, which strained painfully.

The need to replace his finger with his cock, to bury himself in that tight heat, was becoming nearly unbearable.

“So tight,” Anders said, adding a second finger with deliberate slowness, stretching him. “Even after yesterday. I wonder how you’d take a cock. How you’d stretch around me.”

“He’d take it beautifully,” Conall said, his voice strained as he fought his own desire. “Look at him. Made to be fucked by alphas.”

“Made for us,” Wyatt corrected quietly, the unusual possessiveness drawing surprised glances. “Specifically for us.”

The observation hung in the air, resonating with a truth none of them could explain but all felt instinctively. There was something about Ty that called to them on a primal level, something that went beyond physical attraction or circumstance.

Ty seemed oblivious to the significance of Wyatt’s words, lost in the pleasure of Anders’ fingers finding that spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyes. His whole body jerked, a strangled cry tearing from his throat.

“There it is,” Anders murmured, establishing a rhythm that had Ty writhing beneath him. “The spot that makes you forget everything but pleasure. Forget your pride. Forget your resistance.”

“I still remember my name,” Ty gasped, clinging to his wit even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. “So you’re not doing as well as you think.”

“A challenge.” Conall grinned, moving his attention to Ty’s other nipple while his hand slid down to wrap around his cock, creating a triple assault on his senses. “I love a challenge.”

Wyatt’s fingers continued their precise manipulation of Ty’s scent gland, applying pressure in a pattern that seemed to heighten every sensation. “He responds to all of us,” he said.

“Could you three possibly discuss me less like I’m some rare specimen?” Ty managed between gasps. “And more like—fuck—like I’m a person in the room with you?”

“You’re both,” Anders growled. “A rare specimen and a person who’s about to come so hard he forgets his own name.”

“Ambitious,” Ty gasped, his body tensing as pleasure built to an unbearable peak. “But I’ve always had an excellent memory. Oh God!”

The combined assault was too much for Ty to resist. Anders’ fingers inside him, curling to hit that spot with unerring accuracy.

Conall’s mouth on his nipple and hand on his cock, creating a dual sensation that had him gasping.

Wyatt’s fingers on his scent gland, applying just the right pressure to send jolts of pleasure down his spine.

“Please,” Ty begged, beyond pride now, beyond resistance. “Please, I need to come. Please, Mr. Iceflare, Mr. Enigma, Mr. Storm, please let me come.”

The formal address, offered to all three of them, sent a surge of satisfaction through the alphas’ veins. Their scents mingled in the air, creating a potent cocktail of dominant pheromones that enveloped Ty completely.

“Come for us,” Anders commanded, his voice carrying the full weight of alpha dominance. “Now.”

The command bypassed all resistance. Ty shattered between them, his body convulsing with the force of his release, inner muscles squeezing Anders’ fingers with such intensity that Anders had to bite back a groan of his own.

For a moment, Ty’s scent spiked to an almost unbearable sweetness, filling the room with jasmine and honey and something deeper, more primal.

The scent was so potent, so overwhelming, that all three alphas visibly struggled with their control.

Conall’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle jumped beneath his skin.

Wyatt went completely still, only the rapid rise and fall of his chest betraying his reaction.

Anders’ eyes darkened to midnight, his pupils so dilated that only a thin ring of blue remained.

Yet somehow, through sheer force of will, they maintained their restraint.

Their cocks strained painfully, demanding satisfaction, demanding to be buried in Ty’s tight heat instead of watching from the sidelines.

But this was about power, about domination, about breaking the omega’s resistance while maintaining their own.