Page 38 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“We’ve always been good at sharing our toys,” Mr. Enigma said with a wicked smile, his fingers already tracing patterns on my other thigh.
“I’m right here, you know,” I reminded them. “In case you forgot while discussing me like I’m a toy you’re sharing.”
“Not a toy,” Mr. Enigma corrected, his green eyes darkening as they raked over my body. “A treasure. One we’re all very eager to appreciate.”
“Such a way with words,” I said, though I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through me at his obvious desire. “Do those lines actually work on anyone?”
“They’re working on you,” he replied with confidence, his hand sliding up my thigh. “Your body can’t lie, little mouse. You’re already wet for me again.”
He was right, damn him. Despite having just been thoroughly claimed by Mr. Iceflare, my body was responding to Mr. Enigma, my cock hardening under his gaze.
“That’s just biology,” I countered, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. “Put any alpha in front of an omega in heat and you’ll get the same reaction.”
“Is that so?” Mr. Enigma mused, his fingers dipping between my thighs. He brought them to his lips, tasting with obvious relish. “Then why do you taste so much sweeter than any omega I’ve ever encountered?”
Before I could formulate a suitably snarky response, Mr. Iceflare’s hand shot out, gripping my chin and turning my face toward him. “Watch me while he touches you,” he commanded. “I want to see your eyes when he makes you come.”
Well, this was an unexpected development. I’d thought Mr. Iceflare would retreat to his own territory, nursing his possessiveness from a distance. Instead, he seemed determined to participate, even if only as an observer.
“Kinky,” I managed, my attempt at nonchalance undermined by the breathiness of my voice. “Is this a regular thing for you guys? Taking turns while the others watch?”
“We share many interests,” Mr. Enigma replied cryptically, his hand continuing its exploration of my body. “Always have.”
“The same people,” Mr. Storm added from where he still sat on his own bed, his chain pulled taut as he leaned forward to watch.
There was something in the way they said it, something that suggested this wasn’t just about me specifically but about a pattern, a history of shared desires. The thought was both intimidating and oddly comforting. At least I wasn’t being singled out for some unique quality they’d never seen before.
“Lucky me,” I said, though the sarcasm was diluted by the genuine pleasure coursing through me as Mr. Enigma’s fingers traced patterns on my inner thighs. “Hit the alpha jackpot.”
“You have no idea,” Mr. Enigma murmured, lowering his head to press a kiss to my hip bone. “But you will.”
His approach was entirely different from Mr. Iceflare’s. Where Mr. Iceflare had been all dominance and possession, Mr. Enigma was seduction incarnate—teasing, playful, each touch designed to build anticipation rather than satisfy immediately. His mouth moved across my stomach, his tongue tracing patterns that made my muscles jump and twitch.
Mr. Iceflare’s hand remained on my chin, his thumb occasionally brushing my lower lip in a gesture that was both possessive and oddly tender. “Keep your eyes on me,” he reminded me when my lids threatened to flutter closed as Mr. Enigma’s mouth moved lower.
“Kind of hard to focus when—oh!” My attempt at snark dissolved into a gasp as Mr. Enigma’s tongue traced a path along the crease of my thigh, deliberately avoiding where I needed him most.
“He likes to tease,” Mr. Iceflare said, his voice a low rumble of amusement. “Always has.”
“You could learn a thing or two from me,” Mr. Enigma retorted, his breath hot against my skin. “Not everything needs to be a military operation.”
“Says the man who once spent three hours with that dancer in Miami,” Mr. Iceflare countered, his eyes never leaving mine despite addressing his brother.
“And she still sends me Christmas cards,” Mr. Enigma replied with a wicked grin. “Quality over quantity, brother.”
Their banter was strangely intimate, offering glimpses into a relationship that clearly extended far beyond their current captivity. It was easy to forget, lying here between them, that these were dangerous men, mafia leaders with blood on their hands and power at their fingertips.
“As fascinating as your sexual résumés are,” I managed, my voice strained as Mr. Enigma’s mouth continued its teasing exploration of my thighs, “could we possibly focus on the omega literally dying of heat here?”
“So impatient,” Mr. Enigma chided, though his eyes gleamed with approval at my sass. “Good things come to those who wait, little mouse.”
“And better things come to those who don’t have to,” I countered, deliberately arching my back to display my body at a better advantage. Two could play at this teasing game.
Mr. Iceflare’s grip on my chin tightened slightly, his eyes darkening at my deliberate display. “Careful,” he warned, though whether he was addressing me or Mr. Enigma wasn’t clear.
Mr. Enigma just laughed, the sound rich and warm. “Always so possessive,” he said to Mr. Iceflare. “You know we always share, brother. Always have, always will.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Mr. Iceflare growled, though there was no real heat in it.
