Page 31 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

Anders could feel his knot beginning to form, his body responding to Ty’s desperate need with biological imperative.

Each thrust became more intense as the sensitive tissue began to swell, catching slightly on Ty’s rim with each movement.

The sensation was exquisite, the tight grip of Ty’s body combined with the knowledge that he was providing necessary relief.

“Come on, little mouse,” Conall urged, his tone mixing concern with deliberate lightness. “Wake up and tell Anders how inadequate his technique is. I know you’re dying to critique his form.”

Ty stirred again, consciousness returning as Anders’ knot began to swell properly.

“Mouse in a cat house,” he mumbled, a half-delirious smile crossing his face.

“Or wolf den. Alpha wolf den. Shouldn’t feel safe but do.

Why do I feel safe? That’s stupid. Very stupid.

Self-preservation failing spectacularly. ”

“There’s nothing failing about you,” Conall assured him, stroking his cheek. “You’re doing beautifully. The most stubborn, beautiful little omega I’ve ever seen.”

“We’ve got you,” Anders assured him.

With a final thrust, Anders buried himself completely inside Ty, his knot swelling to full size and locking them together.

Ty’s inner muscles clamped down with shocking strength, drawing a growl from deep in Anders’ chest as his release flooded Ty’s insides.

Each pulse seemed to draw a corresponding shudder from Ty, his body greedily accepting everything Anders had to offer.

“That’s… oh God…that’s…” Ty gasped, words failing him as pleasure overwhelmed his system. “Mr. Iceflare, alpha?—”

“That’s it, little mouse,” Conall encouraged, his tone warm with approval. “Take everything he has to give you. You’re doing so well.”

Then Ty went completely limp, consciousness deserting him entirely as his body shuddered through its own release. Anders held him securely, concern mingling with satisfaction as he felt Ty’s skin begin to cool beneath his hands.

“His temperature’s dropping,” Anders noted, shifting slightly to allow the cold water to continue its work. “But not fast enough.”

“One claiming won’t be enough,” Conall said, his eyes never leaving Ty’s face as he monitored his breathing. “His heat’s too intense.”

“Unusual response,” Wyatt added. “Not typical omega behavior.”

“Nothing typical about our little mouse,” Conall said, brushing a strand of wet hair from Ty’s forehead. “Even his insults are more creative than most.”

Anders nodded, feeling his knot begin to subside faster than usual, another indication that something was different about this situation. That Ty’s body was processing the biological relief differently, more urgently.

As his knot finally released enough to separate them, Ty stirred again, consciousness returning as the immediate fever broke.

“How are you feeling, little mouse?” Anders asked, studying Ty’s face for signs of improvement. “Better?”

“Better is relative,” Ty mumbled, his usual sharpness attempting to reassert itself despite his condition. “Like saying being hit by a bicycle is better than being hit by a truck. Still not great, but yeah, less dying now.”

“There’s our sassy little mouse,” Conall said, genuine relief in his voice. “I was worried we’d lost your charming personality to the fever.”

“His temperature’s normalizing,” Wyatt said. “Heart rate stabilizing.”

“Thank you for the medical update, Dr. Storm,” Ty quipped, though he made no move to pull away from Wyatt’s touch. “Always wanted my own personal medical team. Though usually they wear scrubs, not birthday suits.”

“I think I prefer this uniform,” Conall said. “Much more accessible for treating your particular condition.”

Anders carefully helped Ty stand, keeping one arm around his waist as his legs trembled beneath him. Evidence of their joining trickled down his thighs, the visual proof of the claiming stirring something primal in all three alphas.

“Round two?” Conall suggested, his green eyes darkening as he took in Ty’s flushed state. “Your heat’s not fully broken yet.”

“Give a guy a minute to remember how his limbs work,” Ty protested, though his body was already responding to Conall’s proximity. “I just had an alpha-sized popsicle inside me. There should be a recovery period. A water break. Something.”

“No breaks in heat treatment, I’m afraid,” Conall replied with a wicked grin. “Doctor’s orders. Continuous therapy is required for your condition.”

Then Ty’s eyes rolled back, consciousness fleeing again as the heat resurged. Anders caught him before he could collapse, exchanging a concerned look with Conall.

“Your heat won’t wait,” Anders said as Ty’s eyes fluttered open again. He carefully maneuvered to allow Conall access while remaining in the cramped shower stall. “And neither will he.”

“Alpha stamina is ridiculous,” Ty said, though he didn’t resist as Conall gently turned him, positioning him against Anders’ chest. “Do they feed you special Wheaties or something? Performance-enhancing breakfast cereals?”

“Just naturally gifted,” Conall replied, lifting Ty slightly to align their bodies. His cock pressed against Ty’s entrance, finding it still ready despite Anders’ claiming. “Ready for me, little mouse? I promise to show you what real technique looks like, unlike our friend here.”

“Show-off,” Anders said, but positioned himself to better support Ty’s weight.

Ty’s only response was a soft moan as his head fell back against Anders’ shoulder, consciousness slipping away again as Conall pushed inside him. His body accepted Conall easily after Anders’ thorough claiming, inner muscles gripping him with desperate need despite Ty’s mental absence.

“He’s not staying conscious,” Anders noted, concern evident in his voice as he supported Ty’s weight. “This isn’t normal heat behavior.”

“De Luca will suffer for this,” Conall said, his usual playfulness completely absent as he established a careful rhythm. The metallic clink of his chain punctuated the vow, a promise of future retribution that needed no further elaboration between the sworn blood brothers.

“Come back to us, little mouse,” Conall called, his voice deliberately light despite the concern in his eyes. “You’re missing my star performance. I’ve been practicing just for you.”

Wyatt nodded in silent agreement, his stormy eyes tracking every flicker of Ty’s expressions as consciousness ebbed and flowed. He reached to brush sweat-soaked hair from Ty’s forehead, the gesture at odds with the murderous intent in his eyes.

Ty stirred again, consciousness returning briefly as Conall hit a particularly sensitive spot inside him.

“How does it feel, little mouse?” Conall asked, adjusting his angle slightly. “Different from our ice king here?”

“Different,” Ty gasped, the word barely audible over the shower spray. “Like comparing apples to—oh God—to very well-endowed oranges.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Conall grinned, adjusting his angle to hit that spot again. “Though I prefer to think of myself as more exotic than an orange. Perhaps a dragon fruit? Mysterious and worth the effort.”

Then Ty was gone again, body responding automatically while his mind retreated from the overwhelming sensations.

Anders held him securely, one arm around his chest while the other supported his weight.

The position left Ty completely surrounded by alpha—Anders at his back, Conall at his front, Wyatt’s steadying presence at his side.

“Never thought I’d die by alpha sandwich,” Ty mumbled as consciousness returned again, his eyes fluttering open. “But there are worse ways to go. Much, much worse.”

“You’re not dying,” Anders assured him, his lips brushing Ty’s temple. “We won’t let you.”

“That’s right,” Conall agreed, his voice gentler than his usual teasing tone. “We’ve got plans for you, little mouse. Can’t have you checking out early.”

Conall’s rhythm grew more intense, his usual playfulness giving way to something more primal as Ty’s responsive body drew him deeper.

The little omega’s internal heat gripped him with incredible pressure, each thrust drawing a rippling contraction that threatened to end things embarrassingly quickly.

The three alphas exchanged looks over Ty’s form, a silent communication born of years fighting side by side.

Something about Ty was different from others, something that called to them on a level beyond simple alpha-omega dynamics.

All three felt it, a possessive protectiveness that transcended their current situation.

With a final thrust, Conall buried himself completely inside Ty, his knot swelling to lock them together.

Ty’s inner muscles clamped down with shocking strength, drawing a growl from deep in Conall’s chest as his release flooded their little omega’s insides.

The biological relief was immediate, another wave of heat fever breaking as alpha seed did its work.

Ty stirred, consciousness returning as Conall’s knot secured them together. “That’s it,” Anders murmured against Ty’s temple, his arms supporting both Ty and Conall as they remained locked together. “Take what you need.”

“Didn’t know I needed this,” Ty mumbled, his voice barely audible. “Didn’t know I needed anything.”

“Everyone needs something, little mouse,” Conall replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Ty’s forehead. “Even stubborn little omegas who pretend they don’t.”

Then Ty was gone again, head falling forward as consciousness retreated.

Conall held him securely, concern evident in his expression as he felt Ty’s skin begin to cool beneath his hands.

Like Anders before him, Conall’s knot began to subside faster than normal—another indication of Ty’s unusual condition.