Page 25 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

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The world had narrowed to a single point of sensation where Mr. Iceflare and I were joined.

His knot pulsed inside me, stretching me to my limits and sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body with each tiny movement.

I lay sprawled under him, my limbs as useful as overcooked pasta, caught between the physical satisfaction of my heat being temporarily sated and the growing dread of what I’d just awakened in this dangerous alpha.

Well, that was one alpha down. Mission partially accomplished.

De Luca would be thrilled. If alphas could get pregnant from the amount of cum Mr. Iceflare had just pumped into me, I’d be expecting quintuplets.

But beneath my heat-drunk satisfaction lurked a new fear.

The way he’d looked at me after knotting me, like I’d suddenly become something infinitely precious and permanently his.

That wasn’t part of the plan. Get bred, save Dad, move on, not trigger some primal mating instinct in a mafia alpha who already had good reason to hunt me down.

“You’re thinking too loudly,” Mr. Iceflare murmured, his voice a deep rumble beneath my ear where it pressed against his chest. His hand stroked possessively down my side in a way that felt different from before, more proprietary, more certain.

“Sorry to disturb your post-orgasmic zen,” I replied, my voice still raspy from screaming.

“Some of us have a lot on our minds. Like how I just got knotted by a mafia boss who’s now looking at me like I’m his favorite toy that someone tried to steal.

” I swallowed hard, trying to mask my unease with sarcasm.

“Though I guess that’s slightly better than the ‘I’m going to murder you when I get free’ vibe you were giving off earlier. ”

His hand tightened on my hip, his knot tugging slightly inside me and drawing a gasp from my lips. “If I were going to murder you, little mouse, I wouldn’t have just spent the last hour making you scream.”

“Fair point. Though maybe you’re just into really delayed gratification.” I shifted slightly, wincing at the pleasant soreness between my legs. “How long does this usually last? The knot, I mean. Not the murder plans.”

“Impatient already?” Mr. Enigma asked from where he lounged on his own bed, stroking himself lazily as he watched us. “Don’t worry, little omega. I’ll be more than ready when it’s my turn.”

I glanced over at him, taking in his confident smirk and the impressive length he was casually displaying.

Even after what I’d just experienced with Mr. Iceflare, the sight sent a fresh wave of heat through my core.

Apparently, my omega biology hadn’t gotten the memo that I’d just had the most intense orgasms of my life.

“I wasn’t asking for a lineup,” I said, trying to sound indifferent. “Just curious about the mechanics of alpha biology. It’s not like they cover this in health class.”

“Three to seven minutes,” Mr. Storm said from his bed, his eyes never leaving my body as his hand moved slowly over his own hardening cock. “Depending on compatibility.”

I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his contribution to the conversation. “Thanks for the educational tidbit, Mr. Storm. I’ll be sure to include that in my ‘Things I Never Thought I’d Learn While Being Held Captive’ journal.”

Mr. Iceflare’s chest rumbled with what might have been a suppressed laugh. “You’re still sassing us even with my knot inside you. Impressive.”

“It’s my default setting,” I replied, shifting again and feeling his knot tug at my sensitive rim. “Like how being terrifying and cryptic is yours.”

“And what’s my default setting?” Mr. Enigma called, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation.

I turned my head to look at him, taking in his perfect features and the predatory gleam in his green eyes. “Shameless flirt with murderous undertones. The kind of guy who compliments your outfit right before he stabs you.”

He clutched his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, little mouse. I’d at least buy you dinner first.”

“How considerate. I’ll remember that when you’re hunting me down later.” I tried to keep my tone light, but there was an undercurrent of genuine fear beneath the sarcasm. These men weren’t just random alphas; they were mafia leaders who’d promised retribution once they were free.

“What about me?” Mr. Storm asked.

I met his stormy gaze, surprised by the direct question from the usually quiet alpha. “Silent but deadly. The kind of guy who doesn’t waste words because his actions are way more terrifying.”

A hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Accurate.”

“Enough talking,” Mr. Iceflare said, his hands moving to my hips. “I think my knot’s gone down enough.”

“Nine minutes and forty seconds,” Mr. Enigma commented with a raised eyebrow, as if he’d been timing us. “That’s… unprecedented, Mr. Iceflare. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you locked with any omega for more than three.”

Mr. Iceflare shot him a warning glance, but didn’t deny it.

He was right about his knot receding. I could feel the pressure inside me had lessened, though he was still impressively hard.

With careful movements, he lifted me slightly, and I winced as his knot slipped free.

A flood of his release trickled down my thighs as I moved off him.

“Well, that was educational,” I said, trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite being naked, thoroughly claimed, and still in the throes of heat. “Thanks for the demonstration of alpha biology.”

Mr. Iceflare’s eyes darkened as he watched his release marking my thighs. “Don’t thank me yet, little mouse. We’re not done with you.”

The possessive plural wasn’t lost on me. “We? I thought you were the ‘one and done’ type.”

“Oh, he is,” Mr. Enigma said, rising from his bed. The chain at his wrist clinked softly as he moved. “But I’m just getting started.”

He approached us, his green eyes gleaming with anticipation. “My turn, I believe.”

Mr. Iceflare’s jaw tightened, a muscle jumping beneath the skin. Despite having just claimed me thoroughly, he didn’t seem thrilled about sharing.

“Unless you’d prefer another round with Mr. Iceflare?” Mr. Enigma asked, his tone making it clear he already knew the answer. “Though I can’t imagine why you’d want the same experience twice when you could try something different.”

The way he said “different” sent a shiver down my spine. My heat, which had receded slightly after Mr. Iceflare’s claiming, flared back to life. My body didn’t care that I’d just been thoroughly fucked, it wanted more. Needed more.

“What exactly are you offering that’s so different?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Mr. Enigma’s smile was pure sin. “Come to my bed and find out.”

I glanced at Mr. Iceflare, half expecting him to object, to claim me as his exclusive territory. Instead, he surprised me by sliding one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, lifting me effortlessly against his chest. The chain at his wrist rattled softly with the movement.

“If anyone’s going to deliver you to him, it’ll be me,” he growled, his possessive gaze never leaving my face as he carried me across the room.

“How chivalrous,” I said, though my body betrayed me by curling into his chest. “Personally escorting me to my next appointment.”

Mr. Enigma’s eyes gleamed with amusement as Mr. Iceflare deposited me on his bed with surprising gentleness. “Always has to maintain control, our brother. Can’t even share without making it clear who’s in charge.”

“Someone has to be,” Mr. Iceflare replied, settling on the edge of Mr. Enigma’s bed rather than returning to his own. His hand came to rest on my thigh, a clear sign that while he might be allowing this, he wasn’t giving up his claim. “Just remember who he belongs to.”

“We’ve always been good at sharing our toys,” Mr. Enigma said with a wicked smile, his fingers already tracing patterns on my other thigh.

“I’m right here, you know,” I reminded them. “In case you forgot while discussing me like I’m a toy you’re sharing.”

“Not a toy,” Mr. Enigma corrected, his green eyes darkening as they raked over my body. “A treasure. One we’re all very eager to appreciate.”

“Such a way with words,” I said, though I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me at his obvious desire. “Do those lines actually work on anyone?”

“They’re working on you,” he replied with confidence, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Your body can’t lie, little mouse. You’re already wet for me again.”

He was right, damn him. Despite having just been thoroughly claimed by Mr. Iceflare, my body was responding to Mr. Enigma, my cock hardening under his gaze.

“That’s just biology,” I countered, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. “Put any alpha in front of an omega in heat and you’ll get the same reaction.”

“Is that so?” Mr. Enigma mused, his fingers dipping between my thighs. He brought them to his lips, tasting with obvious relish. “Then why do you taste so much sweeter than any omega I’ve ever encountered?”

Before I could formulate a suitably snarky response, Mr. Iceflare’s hand shot out, gripping my chin and turning my face toward him. “Watch me while he touches you,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when he makes you come.”

Well, this was an unexpected development. I’d thought Mr. Iceflare would retreat to his own territory, nursing his possessiveness from a distance. Instead, he seemed determined to participate, even if only as an observer.

“Kinky,” I managed, my attempt at nonchalance undermined by the breathiness of my voice. “Is this a regular thing for you guys? Taking turns while the others watch?”

“We share many interests,” Mr. Enigma replied cryptically, his hand continuing its exploration of my body. “Always have.”

“The same people,” Mr. Storm added from where he still sat on his own bed, his chain pulled taut as he leaned forward to watch.