Page 23 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
Conall grinned at the now-familiar nickname. “You know, I’ve been thinking about my code name. Very fitting. But I’m curious. Why ‘enigma’ specifically?”
Ty’s cheeks flushed deeper, but he maintained his defiant glare. “Because you’re unpredictable. Charming one moment, threatening the next. A puzzle.”
“I’m flattered,” Conall said, genuinely seeming pleased. “And our quiet friend over there? Mr. Storm, wasn’t it?”
Ty nodded, glancing at Wyatt. “Because he looks like he’s about to rain down death at any moment.”
Wyatt’s lips twitched in what might have been the ghost of a smile. “Accurate.”
Anders tightened his grip on Ty’s wrist, drawing the omega’s attention back to him. “Enough stalling,” he said, his voice dropping to a silken purr that made Ty’s pupils dilate further. “We both know why you’re here.”
“Because De Luca’s going to kill my father if I don’t come back with your genetic material?” Ty replied, the flippant tone not quite hiding the genuine fear beneath. “Because my heat is making me feel like I’m being burned alive from the inside out? Or because you three are the most frustratingly attractive alphas I’ve ever met, and my stupid omega biology won’t listen when my brain screams ‘danger’ instead of ‘mate’?”
The admission seemed to surprise even Ty himself, his eyes widening slightly as the words escaped. Anders felt a surge of satisfaction at the omega’s unwitting honesty.
“All of the above,” Anders murmured, his free hand sliding beneath Ty’s t-shirt to trace the curve of his spine. “But mostly the last one, I think.”
Ty shivered at the touch, his body arching instinctively into Anders’ hand. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he managed, though the effect was somewhat undermined by the way his breath hitched. “I’d find any alpha attractive right now. It’s the heat talking.”
“Is it?” Anders questioned, his fingers dipping lower to trace the cleft of Ty’s ass, feeling the evidence of his body’s readiness. “Then why did you come to me first? Why not start with Mr. Enigma or Mr. Storm today?”
Ty’s face flushed deeper as Anders’ fingers explored with increasing boldness. When one finger circled his entrance teasingly, he couldn’t suppress a whimper of need.
“That’s what I thought,” Anders said with satisfaction, pressing just the tip of his finger inside, feeling Ty’s body clench eagerly around the intrusion. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your pride won’t let you admit it.”
“My body wants a knot,” Ty gasped, his hips rocking back against Anders’ finger despite his words. “Any knot would do. You three just happen to be the convenient alphas in my disaster lottery. Don’t flatter yourselves into thinking you’re special; you’re basically glorified sex toys with egos.”
“Such a sharp tongue,” Conall said from his bed, his hand now openly stroking himself through the sheet. “I wonder if it tastes as sweet as the rest of him.”
Ty’s scent spiked with a complex mixture of need and anxiety at their words. “That’s not— I’m not here for that.”
“No?” Anders questioned, sliding his finger deeper, watching with satisfaction as Ty’s resistance crumbled further. “What are you here for, then? Be specific.”
Ty bit his lip, clearly struggling with his pride. Another cramp must have hit him then, his body shuddering with the force of it.
“Relief,” Ty finally admitted, the word barely audible. “I need relief. Before I lose my mind completely.”
Anders exchanged a glance with his brothers, a silent communication passing between them. They had discussed this after Ty left yesterday—how far to take their game, how much relief to provide, how to maintain control while giving just enough to keep Ty coming back.
“Turn over,” Anders commanded. “On your back.”
Ty complied with surprising eagerness, positioning himself on his back beside Anders, his t-shirt riding up to expose his stomach. The movement sent another wave of his scent through the room, drawing growls from all three alphas.
“Take it off,” Anders ordered, gesturing to the t-shirt. “I want to see all of you.”
Hesitation flickered across Ty’s features, a moment of vulnerability that Anders found unexpectedly appealing. Then, with shaking hands, Ty pulled the shirt over his head, exposing his naked body completely.
The sight was even more striking than yesterday. Heat flush had spread across Ty’s torso, painting his pale skin with a rosy glow that accentuated his subtle omega curves. His nipples were hard, flushed a deep pink against his chest. His cock was hard against his stomach, leaking pre-cum that mingled with the wetness coating his inner thighs.
“Beautiful,” Anders murmured, the word escaping before he could stop it.
Ty’s eyes widened at the unexpected praise, a different kind of flush spreading across his cheeks. The moment of vulnerability was oddly compelling, more so than the physical beauty of their little omega’s body. Anders filed the observation away for future use.
“Look at me,” Anders said. “This is going to be like yesterday. You’ll tell me exactly what you want. Understood?”
Ty swallowed hard, his pupils dilating as he looked up at Anders’ towering form. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Anders prompted, his hand coming up to grip the omega’s chin.
