Page 28 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)
From across the room, I could feel Mr. Iceflare and Mr. Enigma watching, their gazes heavy with renewed interest. Mr. Iceflare’s chain rattled softly as he shifted position, his expression a complex mixture of possessive rage and lust that would have been fascinating if I weren’t currently being fucked into next Tuesday by his stoic brother.
“Look at him take it,” Mr. Enigma commented, because apparently my dignity wasn’t in tatters enough. “He’s fucking incredible.”
“For us,” Mr. Iceflare corrected, his possessive tone making it clear that while he might be sharing, he wasn’t relinquishing his claim. “Made for all of us.”
I would have rolled my eyes if they weren’t currently threatening to roll back in my head from pleasure. “Still right here,” I managed between gasps. “Still not furniture. Still not a shared toy.”
My retort dissolved into a groan as Mr. Storm changed his angle slightly, hitting a spot inside me that fractured my vision into kaleidoscope patterns. His mouth found my neck, teeth grazing my scent gland with a precision that sent currents of electricity racing through my system.
“You’ve been watching,” I accused, struggling to maintain some semblance of coherent thought as he systematically dismantled my defenses. “Studying me like some creepy alpha scientist.”
“Yes,” he admitted without a hint of shame, his breath hot against my throat. “Learning what makes you break apart.”
“That’s not creepy at all,” I gasped, the sarcasm somewhat undermined by the way my body clenched around him, drawing him deeper. “Very normal, healthy behavior. Five stars, would recommend to a friend.”
A sound escaped him that might have been a laugh if it hadn’t been so predatory. His hands adjusted their grip, lifting me slightly to change the angle of penetration. The new position sent him even deeper, hitting spots inside me that had me biting my lip to hold back embarrassing noises.
“Don’t,” he growled, one hand coming up to grip my jaw. “I want to hear you.”
“What happened to saving your words?” I shot back, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the breathy quality of my voice. “Suddenly feeling talkative?”
Instead of answering, he crashed his mouth down on mine in a kiss that was nothing like the others.
Where Mr. Iceflare had been all dominance and Mr. Enigma all seduction, Mr. Storm’s kiss was pure, undiluted hunger, teeth clashing, tongues battling, a primal claiming that left no room for gentleness or restraint.
When he finally pulled back, we were both gasping for breath, his stormy eyes now dark as a hurricane sky.
“You taste like them,” he growled, and the possessive jealousy in his voice shouldn’t have sent another wave of heat through me, but apparently my body had decided to betray me in new and creative ways today.
“Sorry to disappoint,” I managed, clinging to my sass like a lifeline. “Should I have brushed my teeth between alpha courses? Maybe used some mouthwash?”
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment I thought I’d pushed too far. Then his lips curved in what might have been a smile on anyone else, but on him looked more like a predator baring its teeth. “You’re still fighting,” he said, his pace never faltering. “Good.”
The approval in his voice sent an unexpected thrill through me. Unlike Mr. Iceflare’s cold dominance or Mr. Enigma’s playful seduction, Mr. Storm seemed to appreciate my resistance, to welcome the challenge rather than trying to break it.
“I always fight,” I replied, meeting his gaze despite the pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. “It’s kind of my thing.”
“I know,” he said simply, and something in his tone made me wonder just how long he’d been watching me, studying me, learning my patterns and responses. The thought should have terrified me, but instead, it sent another wave of heat coursing through me.
His tempo increased, each movement deliberate and forceful. Every thrust struck exactly the right spot, sending currents of pleasure racing through my system until I was gasping, clinging to his shoulders for stability as overwhelming sensation threatened to dissolve me completely.
“Please,” I heard myself begging, the word torn from somewhere deep inside me.
His hands tightened on my thighs with bruising force. “Not until I allow it,” he growled.
“Sadist,” I accused, though the word ended on a moan as he hit that perfect spot again. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Yes,” he admitted, his eyes never leaving mine as he drove me higher, pushing me toward a peak that seemed both impossible and inevitable. “And so are you.”
He wasn’t wrong, damn him. Despite my exhaustion, despite having already been claimed by two alphas, my body was responding to him with eagerness, inner muscles squeezing around his length in a way that made even his controlled expression falter momentarily.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he suddenly pulled away from the wall, still carrying me, still buried deep inside me.
The chain swung wildly with the movement, clinking softly as he walked to his bed and lowered me onto the mattress.
He flipped me onto my hands and knees in one swift motion.
“What the—” I started, but the words died in my throat as he drove back into me from behind, the new angle sending him deeper than before. The chain draped over my back, cool metal against my burning skin as he established a new rhythm that fractured my thoughts into incoherent fragments.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my arms threatening to give out as pleasure built to unbearable heights. “A little warning would be?—”
My complaint dissolved into a cry as he leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his mouth finding my neck again. His teeth closed around my scent gland with just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure racing through my system without breaking the skin.
“You prefer this position,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Your scent just intensified.”
“Thanks for the biology lesson,” I managed, though the sarcasm was somewhat undermined by the way my body was pushing back against him, seeking more. “Any other obvious observations you’d like to share? Water is wet? The sky is blue?”
Instead of responding, he reached around, one hand wrapping around my cock while the other gripped my hip with bruising force. The dual sensation, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside me while his hand worked my length, had me racing toward the edge with embarrassing speed.
“Release now,” he commanded, his voice rough with approaching climax.
I fractured completely, pleasure consuming me in violent waves that nearly made me collapse. Only his arm around my waist kept me upright as I convulsed against him, my release spattering across the sheets.
But he didn’t stop. Even as I gasped through the aftershocks, he was already building me toward another peak, his rhythm never faltering, his control never wavering.
The oversensitivity bordered on pain, but somehow transformed into a deeper pleasure, pushing me toward sensations I hadn’t known existed.
He flipped me onto my back without breaking our connection, the chain rattling sharply with the movement. His hands pushed my knees toward my chest, opening me completely to his relentless assault.
The new position sent him impossibly deeper, his knot beginning to swell with each thrust. The pressure created an exquisite tension between pain and pleasure, my body yielding to him despite my protests.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. “I want to see your face when I claim you completely.”
I should have had a snarky comeback ready, some quip about his ego or his demands, but all I could do was meet his gaze as pleasure built to unbearable heights once more.
There was something almost hypnotic about his stormy eyes, something that made it impossible to look away even as my body trembled on the edge of another release.
“You belong to us now,” he growled, the possessive declaration sending currents of electricity down my spine. “To all of us.”
With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself completely, his knot expanding to full size and locking us together.
The pressure against every sensitive spot inside me triggered another orgasm, this one even more intense than the last. I screamed, my body convulsing around him as pleasure consumed me completely.
He followed me over the edge with a growl that vibrated through my bones, his release filling me in hot surges that seemed endless. Each pulse triggered another aftershock that had me gasping incoherently.
For long minutes, we remained joined together, caught in the aftermath of something that had transcended the physical. His heart thundered against mine, his breath hot against my neck where his face was buried.
“That was unexpected,” I managed when I could finally form words again, my voice hoarse from screaming. “For a guy who barely speaks, you’re surprisingly expressive in other ways.”
A sound that might have been a laugh vibrated against my neck. “Actions over words,” he murmured.
With surprising gentleness, he gathered me in his arms, still locked together by his knot. The chain at his wrist clinked softly as he carried me to Mr. Iceflare’s bed, where the other alphas were already waiting like they’d known exactly where this was heading all along.
Mr. Iceflare immediately shifted to make room, his possessive gaze never leaving my face as Mr. Storm carefully positioned us on our sides.
Before I could even catch my breath, Mr. Iceflare was settling behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his arm wrapping around my waist in a gesture that was both possessive and oddly protective.
“You still belong to me,” he murmured against my hair, because apparently alphas needed to state the obvious at every opportunity. “No matter who else touches you.”
“Pretty sure I have three sets of fingerprints all over me that say otherwise,” I pointed out, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the way I instinctively curled into his embrace. “Or did you miss the part where you all took turns claiming me?”
“Details,” Mr. Enigma said with a lazy smile as he stretched out alongside Mr. Storm, completing the circle of alpha around me. “The important thing is that we all got what we wanted. And so did you.”
I would have argued, would have pointed out that what I’d “wanted” was to save my father, not to be passed between three alpha mafia bosses like a party favor, but exhaustion was rapidly overtaking me. My heat had receded to a manageable warmth, my body limp with satisfaction and relief.
“Three for three,” Mr. Enigma murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on my sweat-dampened skin. “Mission accomplished.”
“Rest,” Mr. Storm said simply, his hand settling on my hip in a gesture that was oddly protective despite its possessiveness.
I was too exhausted to argue, too drained to maintain my usual defenses. Three alphas, three claims, three knots, even my heat-drunk biology recognized that I’d received more than enough alpha attention for one day.
As consciousness began to fade, I felt Mr. Iceflare’s arm tighten around my waist, pulling me more securely against his chest. His scent enveloped me, pine and power and possessiveness, soothing my omega instincts in a way I hadn’t known was possible.
“You are ours now,” he murmured against my hair, the words carrying none of his earlier aggression, just a simple statement of fact.
“Whatever you say, alpha,” I mumbled, too exhausted to fight the truth of it anymore. At least for now, in this moment, I belonged to them, all three of them, in different but equally consuming ways.
As sleep claimed me, my last coherent thought was that I’d accomplished my mission, three alpha seeds acquired, De Luca’s demands met, my father’s safety secured for another day.
Whatever happened tomorrow, whatever consequences awaited me when these alphas eventually broke free, I’d deal with then.
One catastrophe at a time, as was the Hart family motto.