Page 35 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

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Ty’s eyes, which had been half-closed with pleasure, flew open at Conall’s touch. “More than enough of me to go around,” he invited, turning his head to nuzzle against Conall’s palm like a cat seeking affection. “Though I’m not sure my poor body can handle all three of you again so soon.”

“We’ll be careful with you, little mouse,” Conall promised, bending to capture Ty’s mouth in a kiss that was gentler than Anders’ but no less possessive. “Won’t we, brothers?”

Wyatt moved to Ty’s other side, his stormy eyes never leaving the little mouse’s face as he positioned himself within reach.

His hand came to rest on Ty’s chest, directly over his heart, feeling the rapid drumbeat beneath his palm.

The contrast between his tanned, calloused hand and Ty’s pale, smooth skin was visually striking.

“Safe,” Wyatt said simply. “With us.”

Something flickered in Ty’s eyes at that, vulnerability quickly masked by his usual defenses. “Safe is a relative term when you’re surrounded by three mafia alphas,” he quipped, though there was less bite to it than usual. “Like saying a mouse is safe in a den of particularly attractive cats.”

Anders, meanwhile, had reached his destination.

He took Ty’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him to the root in one smooth motion.

The taste exploded across his tongue, clean sweat and desire with an undertone of something uniquely Ty, something addictively sweet that made Anders’ mouth water for more.

He hollowed his cheeks, creating suction that had Ty crying out in shocked pleasure, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

“Oh fuck,” Ty gasped, his hands flying down to tangle in Anders’ hair, tugging with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain across the alpha’s scalp. “That’s… that’s not fair. You can’t just…”

His coherent commentary dissolved into broken moans as Anders worked his mouth, alternating between deep suction and teasing licks.

“Oh fuck,” Ty moaned, his hips bucking upward only to be firmly pinned by Anders’ strong hands.

Each time Ty’s breathing quickened and his thighs began to tremble with approaching release, Anders deliberately slowed his pace, drawing back to place light kisses along the shaft instead of the firm pressure Ty desperately needed.

“Please,” Ty begged, his hands fisting in the sheets as Anders once again brought him to the edge before retreating. “Don’t stop, I was so close.”

Anders merely hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through Ty’s cock without providing enough stimulation to push him over.

The little mouse’s thighs quivered visibly now, muscles tense with the effort of chasing a climax that Anders kept just out of reach.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Ty’s body, his chest heaving with each frustrated gasp.

“Sadist,” Ty accused, though the word ended on a moan as Anders hummed around him, the vibration sending shock waves of pleasure through his system. “You’re enjoying this.”

Anders pulled off just long enough to meet Ty’s eyes with a predatory smile, his lips wet and reddened from his efforts. “Yes,” he admitted without shame. “And so are you.”

Before Ty could formulate a suitably snarky response, Conall captured his mouth again, swallowing whatever retort he might have made. The dual sensation, Anders’ mouth on his cock and Conall’s tongue invading his mouth, had Ty writhing between them, overwhelmed by pleasure from multiple directions.

Wyatt, not to be left out, bent to take one of Ty’s nipples into his mouth, his usual stoicism giving way to focused intensity as he worked the sensitive peak with lips and teeth and tongue. The triple assault left Ty gasping, his body arching between them as pleasure built to unbearable heights.

“Please,” he finally begged when Conall released his mouth, all sass and defiance burned away by pure need. “Please, I need to come.”

“Not yet,” Anders denied, pulling off Ty’s cock with deliberate slowness, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the flushed head for a moment before breaking. “Not until I’m inside you.”

The whimper that escaped Ty at those words was nothing like his usual sharp commentary. It was pure omega need, a sound that triggered every alpha instinct in the room. All three alphas responded with low growls that seemed to vibrate through the air, creating a harmony of dominant intent.

Anders moved lower, spreading Ty’s thighs wider to expose him completely.

The sight that greeted him sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through his chest. Ty was already ready for him, his entrance glistening with evidence of his desire.

This wasn’t heat-induced desperation; this was genuine want.

Anders tasted him directly, his tongue hot and insistent against Ty’s entrance.

The flavor was even more intense here, honey-sweet with an undertone of musk that was uniquely Ty.

It was addictive, drawing a growl of approval from deep in Anders’ chest as he went back for more, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside.

“Oh God,” Ty gasped. “That’s… you can’t just… fuck…”

Anders ignored the incoherent protests, focusing instead on the way Ty’s body responded to his touch—the way his thighs trembled uncontrollably, the way his entrance clenched around Anders’ probing tongue, the way he became more responsive with each deliberate stroke.

He added a finger alongside his tongue, then another, stretching Ty with careful precision that had the little mouse writhing beneath him, all pretense of control abandoned.

“Enough teasing,” Ty finally managed, his voice breaking on the words as he tugged at Anders’ hair. “I need you inside me. All of you. Please.”

The plea, so different from his usual defiance, sent a surge of protective possession through Anders’ chest. He pulled back, moving up Ty’s body to capture his mouth in a kiss that let the little mouse taste himself on Anders’ tongue.

Ty moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Anders’ neck as if afraid he might pull away.

“How do you want this?” Anders asked, his voice rough with restraint as he broke the kiss. “Tell me.”

Ty’s eyes, blown wide with desire, met his with unexpected directness. “I want to see you,” he said. “Want to watch your face when you’re inside me.”

Something about the request—its honesty, its vulnerability—broke through Anders’ carefully maintained control.

With a growl that vibrated through both their bodies, he positioned himself between Ty’s spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against the little mouse’s entrance without yet breaching.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his hand coming up to grip Ty’s chin, ensuring eye contact. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

Ty nodded, his usual snark completely absent as he held Anders’ gaze. The connection between them in that moment—it was raw, intimate in a way that neither had anticipated.

With deliberate slowness, Anders pushed forward, entering Ty inch by careful inch.

The tight heat of him was exquisite, his body yielding to Anders’ invasion with a perfection that felt designed specifically for him.

Each forward press drew a soft gasp from Ty, his eyes widening but never breaking contact with Anders’.

When he was finally seated to the hilt, both paused, breathing heavily, adjusting to the intense connection. Ty’s legs came up to wrap around Anders’ waist, drawing him impossibly deeper, a small sound of satisfaction escaping his throat at the increased pressure.

“Move,” he whispered, his hands coming up to grip Anders’ shoulders, nails digging into muscle. “Please, alpha.”

The title, spoken without sarcasm or defiance for the first time, shattered the last of Anders’ restraint. He established a rhythm that was neither gentle nor brutal but somewhere in between, each thrust deliberate, targeted to hit the spots inside Ty that drew the most intense reactions.

Conall moved to position himself at the head of the bed, his hands coming to cradle Ty’s head in his lap. “Beautiful,” he murmured, fingers stroking through Ty’s hair as he watched their little mouse take Anders’ cock with increasing enthusiasm.

Wyatt remained at Ty’s side, his hand never leaving the little mouse’s chest, feeling each racing heartbeat, each gasping breath. His stormy eyes tracked every flicker of expression across Ty’s face, cataloging each response.

The combined attention they lavished on their omega—Anders claiming him from within, Conall cradling his head with surprising tenderness, Wyatt monitoring every reaction with analytical precision—created a perfect harmony of possession.

Anders could see the moment Ty surrendered completely, the instant his clever defenses crumbled beneath their collective claiming.

The transformation was breathtaking, from sharp-tongued captive to willing participant, his body responding with an enthusiasm that belied his earlier reluctance.

Watching Ty’s walls come down, seeing him arch into their touch rather than away from it, sent a surge of primal satisfaction through Anders’ chest. This wasn’t just heat biology anymore; this was genuine desire, a connection that transcended their circumstances.

The knowledge that Ty wanted this, wanted them, despite everything that had happened between them, was more intoxicating than any physical pleasure.

“More,” he gasped, his nails digging into Anders’ shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Harder.”

Anders complied, increasing both pace and force until the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Ty’s increasingly vocal responses. The chain at his wrist rattled with each thrust, a metallic counterpoint to their shared pleasure.

“Going to come,” Ty warned, his body tightening around Anders as pleasure built to unbearable heights.

“Yes,” Anders granted, his own release approaching rapidly. “Come for us, little mouse.”