Page 37 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“I wasn’t asking for a lineup,” I said, trying to sound indifferent. “Just curious about the mechanics of alpha biology. It’s not like they cover this in health class.”
“Three to seven minutes,” Mr. Storm said from his bed, his eyes never leaving my body as his hand moved slowly over his own hardening cock. “Depending on compatibility.”
I raised my eyebrows, surprised by his contribution to the conversation. “Thanks for the educational tidbit, Mr. Storm. I’ll be sure to include that in my ‘Things I Never Thought I’d Learn While Being Held Captive’ journal.”
Mr. Iceflare’s chest rumbled with what might have been a suppressed laugh. “You’re still sassing us even with my knot inside you. Impressive.”
“It’s my default setting,” I replied, shifting again and feeling his knot tug at my sensitive rim. “Like how being terrifying and cryptic is yours.”
“And what’s my default setting?” Mr. Enigma called, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation.
I turned my head to look at him, taking in his perfect features and the predatory gleam in his green eyes. “Shameless flirt with murderous undertones. The kind of guy who compliments your outfit right before he stabs you.”
He clutched his chest in mock offense. “You wound me, little mouse. I’d at least buy you dinner first.”
“How considerate. I’ll remember that when you’re hunting me down later.” I tried to keep my tone light, but there was an undercurrent of genuine fear beneath the sarcasm. These men weren’t just random alphas; they were mafia leaders who’d promised retribution once they were free.
“What about me?” Mr. Storm asked.
I met his stormy gaze, surprised by the direct question from the usually quiet alpha. “Silent but deadly. The kind of guy who doesn’t waste words because his actions are way more terrifying.”
A hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “Accurate.”
“Enough talking,” Mr. Iceflare said, his hands moving to my hips. “I think my knot’s gone down enough.”
“Nine minutes and forty seconds,” Mr. Enigma commented with a raised eyebrow, as if he’d been timing us. “That’s… unprecedented, Mr. Iceflare. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you locked with any omega for more than three.”
Mr. Iceflare shot him a warning glance, but didn’t deny it. He was right about his knot receding. I could feel the pressure inside me had lessened, though he was still impressively hard. With careful movements, he lifted me slightly, and I winced as his knot slipped free. A flood of his release trickled down my thighs as I moved off him.
“Well, that was educational,” I said, trying to regain some semblance of dignity despite being naked, thoroughly claimed, and still in the throes of heat. “Thanks for the demonstration of alpha biology.”
Mr. Iceflare’s eyes darkened as he watched his release marking my thighs. “Don’t thank me yet, little mouse. We’re not done with you.”
The possessive plural wasn’t lost on me. “We? I thought you were the ‘one and done’ type.”
“Oh, he is,” Mr. Enigma said, rising from his bed. The chain at his wrist clinked softly as he moved. “But I’m just getting started.”
He approached us, his green eyes gleaming with anticipation. “My turn, I believe.”
Mr. Iceflare’s jaw tightened, a muscle jumping beneath the skin. Despite having just claimed me thoroughly, he didn’t seem thrilled about sharing.
“Unless you’d prefer another round with Mr. Iceflare?” Mr. Enigma asked, his tone making it clear he already knew the answer. “Though I can’t imagine why you’d want the same experience twice when you could try something different.”
The way he said “different” sent a shiver down my spine. My heat, which had receded slightly after Mr. Iceflare’s claiming, flared back to life. My body didn’t care that I’d just been thoroughly fucked, it wanted more. Needed more.
“What exactly are you offering that’s so different?” I asked, trying to sound casual.
Mr. Enigma’s smile was pure sin. “Come to my bed and find out.”
I glanced at Mr. Iceflare, half expecting him to object, to claim me as his exclusive territory. Instead, he surprised me by sliding one arm under my knees and the other behind my back, lifting me effortlessly against his chest. The chain at his wrist rattled softly with the movement.
“If anyone’s going to deliver you to him, it’ll be me,” he growled, his possessive gaze never leaving my face as he carried me across the room.
“How chivalrous,” I said, though my body betrayed me by curling into his chest. “Personally escorting me to my next appointment.”
Mr. Enigma’s eyes gleamed with amusement as Mr. Iceflare deposited me on his bed with surprising gentleness. “Always has to maintain control, our brother. Can’t even share without making it clear who’s in charge.”
“Someone has to be,” Mr. Iceflare replied, settling on the edge of Mr. Enigma’s bed rather than returning to his own. His hand came to rest on my thigh, a clear sign that while he might be allowing this, he wasn’t giving up his claim. “Just remember who he belongs to.”
