Page 45 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings (Alpha Mafia Kings #1)

Before I could come down from the high, Mr. Iceflare slammed into me one final time, impossibly deep. His knot began to swell, stretching me beyond what I thought possible, the pressure against that spot inside me triggering another orgasm before the first had even subsided.

“Taking my knot so fucking good,” Mr. Iceflare said, his hips grinding against mine as his knot locked us together. His release flooded me in hot, pulsing waves, filling me completely.

The sensation of being knotted, filled, and claimed so thoroughly pushed me into a third consecutive orgasm. My cock jerked weakly in Mr. Storm’s grip, managing only a few pathetic drops as my body gave up everything it had.

“Mine,” Mr. Iceflare growled, his arms wrapping around me possessively as his knot pulsed inside me. “Ours.”

Mr. Enigma and Mr. Storm followed moments later, their releases painting my back and chest in hot streaks. Mr. Storm’s cum mixed with mine on Mr. Iceflare’s chest, while Mr. Enigma marked my back and shoulders with his seed.

I collapsed against Mr. Iceflare’s chest, utterly spent, my body twitching with aftershocks as his knot continued to pulse inside me. His arms held me tight, one hand stroking my sweat-soaked hair with surprising gentleness.

“Breathe, little mouse,” he murmured, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. “I’ve got you.”

“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled against his chest, my voice wrecked beyond recognition. “You’re not the one who just got rearranged internally by what has to be a medically concerning mutation.”

Mr. Iceflare’s chest rumbled with what might have been a laugh—a sound so unexpected I might have fallen off him if we hadn’t been locked together by his still-swollen knot.

His hand continued its gentle stroking of my hair, the tenderness so at odds with the brutal fucking he’d just delivered that my brain struggled to reconcile the two versions of this dangerous alpha.

Mr. Enigma appeared at the bedside with a bottle of water, his eyes tracking over my thoroughly debauched form with obvious satisfaction. “Thirsty?”

“No, I just enjoy the feeling of my throat being sandpaper,” I croaked. “Of course I’m thirsty, you menace. What gave it away? The desperate gasping or the fact that I just lost half my body weight in fluids?”

He grinned, completely unfazed by my attitude as he held the bottle to my lips. The cool water felt like heaven on my abused throat, and I gulped it down greedily, some of it spilling down my chin and onto Mr. Iceflare’s chest.

“Careful,” Mr. Enigma chided, wiping the water from my chin with his thumb. “Don’t want to drown yourself after surviving all that.”

“Wouldn’t that be anticlimactic,” I said. “Survived being knotted by three alpha mafia bosses only to die from improper water consumption. What a legacy. They’d put it on my tombstone: ‘Here lies Ty, death by hydration after sex marathon.’”

Mr. Iceflare’s knot finally began to subside, allowing him to lift me off his cock with careful hands. The sensation of emptiness was jarring after being so thoroughly filled, and I couldn’t suppress a whimper as a flood of his release gushed from me onto his thighs.

“Sorry about the mess,” I said, though I wasn’t sorry at all. If anyone deserved to be covered in bodily fluids, it was the alpha who’d just fucked me with zero regard for the laws of physics or human anatomy.

“I’ve had worse,” Mr. Iceflare replied dryly, shifting me to lie beside him.

Mr. Enigma stretched out on my other side, his hand tracing idle patterns on my sweat-cooled skin. The touch was deceptively innocent, but I knew better than to trust it. Sure enough, his fingers soon found my nipple, circling the sensitive peak until it hardened under his touch.

“Seriously?” I gasped, arching despite myself as he pinched gently. “We just finished. Don’t you alphas have a refractory period like normal humans? Or did they remove that along with your sense of restraint at alpha school?”

“Rut,” Mr. Enigma reminded me, his voice dropping to that register that made my insides turn to jelly despite my exhaustion. “And you smell too fucking good to resist. Pure temptation.”

His mouth replaced his fingers, teeth grazing my nipple in a way that had me seeing stars all over again. My body responded with eagerness despite the thorough claiming I’d just received.

“This is ridiculous,” I protested weakly, even as my hand came up to tangle in his hair. “I’m going to need medical attention if you keep this up. Possibly a wheelchair and definitely therapy.”

“We’ll be gentle,” Mr. Enigma promised, though the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. “Well, gentler.”

Before I could form a suitably cutting response, he was pulling me off the bed and into his arms. With a strength that shouldn’t have been possible given the chain at his wrist, he carried me to his own bed, laying me down with surprising care before covering my body with his.

“My turn to have you properly,” he murmured, his mouth finding mine in a kiss that was far more tender than I’d expected.

What followed was both similar to and entirely different from my experience with Mr. Iceflare.

Where Mr. Iceflare had been brutally efficient, Mr. Enigma was playfully thorough, taking his time to discover every spot that made me gasp, every touch that made me tremble.

He fucked me face-to-face, his green eyes never leaving mine as he drove into me with measured thrusts that built in intensity until I was clawing at his back and begging for release.

Mr. Storm joined us halfway through, his mouth finding my neck, teeth scraping over my scent gland as Mr. Enigma continued his relentless pace. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building to heights I hadn’t thought possible after my previous orgasms.

“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was begging for anymore. “I can’t— It’s too?—”

“You can,” Mr. Enigma assured me, his hips driving forward with precision that had me seeing stars. “One more for me, little mouse. Show me how good you can be.”

When I came, it was with a sob that tore from my throat, my body convulsing around his cock as he followed me over the edge, his knot swelling to lock us together as he emptied himself inside me.

Mr. Storm didn’t wait for Mr. Enigma’s knot to subside.

As soon as we separated, he was there, flipping me onto my stomach with a growl that sent shivers racing down my spine.

He took me from behind, his pace brutal from the start, hands gripping my hips with bruising force as he drove into me with savage intensity.

“Fuck,” I cried, my face pressed into the mattress as he claimed me with single-minded determination. “Storm— Alpha— Please?—”

His only response was to fuck me harder, the wet sounds of his cock driving into my thoroughly used hole obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. Mr. Iceflare watched from his bed, his ice-blue eyes tracking every expression that crossed my face as Mr. Storm reduced me to incoherent begging.

When Mr. Storm’s knot finally locked us together, I was sobbing from overstimulation, my body wrung out beyond anything I’d ever experienced. I thought surely that would be the end—three alphas, three knottings, even in rut they had to have limits.

I was wrong.

The night blurred into a marathon of fucking that would have made professional porn stars request breaks and union representation.

Mr. Iceflare took me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into me with incredible force.

Mr. Enigma bent me over the edge of the bed, his knot stretching me impossibly wide.

Mr. Storm laid me on my side, lifting one of my legs over his shoulder to penetrate impossibly deep.

They used me in combinations I hadn’t known were physically possible—Mr. Enigma in my mouth while Mr. Storm took me from behind; Mr. Iceflare beneath me while Mr. Enigma teased my nipples to painful sensitivity; all three surrounding me, hands and mouths everywhere until I couldn’t tell where one alpha ended and another began.

“Please,” I begged, my voice nothing but a ragged whisper. “I can’t— No more— I’m not a sex toy with infinite batteries?—”

“Just one more,” Mr. Iceflare promised, his eyes dark with hunger as he positioned me on his lap again. “You can take one more for me, can’t you, little mouse?”

And somehow, impossibly, I did. My body responded to his touch with eager compliance, rising and falling on his cock with the last of my strength as he whispered praise against my skin.

When dawn finally began to lighten the sky outside the small window, the alphas seemed to reach some unspoken agreement that they’d pushed me to my absolute limit. Mr. Storm carried me to the small attached bathroom, his hands gentle as he washed the evidence of their claiming from my skin.

Mr. Enigma joined us, his fingers working shampoo through my hair with surprising tenderness. “You did so well,” he murmured.

I would have snapped back with something appropriately cutting if I’d had the energy, but my brain had apparently submitted its resignation along with my dignity. I let them wash me, too exhausted to protest as they dried me with the rough towels provided by our captors.

Mr. Iceflare waited by the bed, pulling back the covers as Mr. Storm carried me from the bathroom. The sheets had been changed, a miracle I didn’t have the mental capacity to question, and I sank into their relative cleanliness with a groan of relief.

As they tucked me between them, my last coherent thought was that I would never, ever take that fucking oil again. De Luca could threaten me all he wanted, nothing was worth the mind-breaking intensity of what had just happened.

But even as I thought it, a small, traitorous voice in the back of my mind whispered that I was lying to myself.

The truth, the terrifying, exhilarating truth, was that I had loved every second of it.

These alphas had unlocked something primal in me, something I hadn’t known existed until they dragged it to the surface with their demanding hands and hungry mouths.

What scared me most wasn’t what they had done to me, but what they had revealed about me, a part of myself I’d never acknowledged, never even suspected existed. A part that craved their dominance, their possession, their brutal claiming.

As consciousness slipped away, I curled up closer to Mr. Iceflare’s chest, seeking his warmth, his scent, his protection.

A small, still-rational part of my brain screamed in protest— these men were dangerous alphas, my enemies, the very people who had promised to hunt me down once they escaped.

I shouldn’t be finding comfort in their arms, shouldn’t be melting into their touch like it was something I’d been craving my entire life.

But the larger part of me, the part that had been awakened by their touch, couldn’t resist the pull of what they offered. Not just physical satisfaction, but something deeper, something more meaningful—a sense of belonging, of being valued, of being seen.

“What is this?” I murmured, the question slipping out before I could censor it. “What are we doing? Because I’m pretty sure this isn’t in the standard kidnapping handbook.”

“Surviving,” Mr. Iceflare replied, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “For now.”

“And later?” I asked, unable to stop myself. “When you’re free? When this is over? When you’re back to being mafia bosses and I’m back to being… whatever I was before?”

His hand paused in my hair, then resumed its gentle stroking. “That depends on you, little mouse.”

“On me?” I repeated, confusion clouding my exhausted mind. “How does any of this depend on me? I’m just the breeding omega, remember? The means to De Luca’s end. The incubator with legs.”

“Is that all you think you are to us?” Mr. Enigma asked, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “After everything?”

I didn’t have an answer for that, at least not one I was ready to acknowledge, even to myself.

Instead, I deflected, falling back on the sarcasm that had always been my shield.

“Well, I don’t think we’re going to be exchanging friendship bracelets anytime soon.

You did threaten to kill me, if you recall.

Not exactly the foundation for a healthy relationship. ”

“Things change,” Mr. Storm said simply, his thumb tracing circles on my ankle. “Circumstances. Feelings. Priorities.”

“Poetic,” I said, though the word lacked its usual bite. “Very cryptic and mysterious. Do you charge extra for fortune cookie wisdom, or is that included in the alpha breeding package?”

Mr. Enigma chuckled, the sound vibrating pleasantly against my back. “There’s our sassy little mouse. I was beginning to worry we’d fucked the snark right out of you.”

“Not a chance,” I retorted, though a yawn undermined my attempt at sharpness. “My snark is my superpower. Indestructible. You could launch it into the sun and it would come back with a tan and sarcastic comments about the quality of solar flares.”

“Sleep,” Mr. Iceflare commanded gently, pressing a kiss to my forehead that felt shockingly tender after the brutality of our coupling. “We’ll talk more later.”

I wanted to argue, to demand answers to the questions swirling in my exhausted mind, but my body had other ideas. Surrounded by alpha warmth, cradled in arms that should have terrified me but instead made me feel safer than I had in years, I surrendered to sleep.

My last conscious thought was a realization that should have horrified me but instead filled me with a strange, peaceful acceptance: I was falling for them. All three of them. My alphas. Mine.

The thought should have sent me running for the hills. Instead, it lulled me into the most restful sleep I’d had since this nightmare began.