Page 47 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Conall teased gently. “Already has one alpha cock inside him and still wants more.”
Then Ty was gone again, head lolling forward as consciousness fled. Wyatt leaned in anyway, pressing his lips to Ty’s temple in a gesture that was unexpectedly tender from the normally stoic alpha.
Anders could feel his knot beginning to form, his body responding to Ty’s desperate need with biological imperative. Each thrust became more intense as the sensitive tissue began to swell, catching slightly on Ty’s rim with each movement. The sensation was exquisite, the tight grip of Ty’s body combined with the knowledge that he was providing necessary relief.
“Come on, little mouse,” Conall urged, his tone mixing concern with deliberate lightness. “Wake up and tell Anders how inadequate his technique is. I know you’re dying to critique his form.”
Ty stirred again, consciousness returning as Anders’ knot began to swell properly. “Mouse in a cat house,” he mumbled, a half-delirious smile crossing his face. “Or wolf den. Alpha wolf den. Shouldn’t feel safe but do. Why do I feel safe? That’s stupid. Very stupid. Self-preservation failing spectacularly.”
“There’s nothing failing about you,” Conall assured him, stroking his cheek. “You’re doing beautifully. The most stubborn, beautiful little omega I’ve ever seen.”
“We’ve got you,” Anders assured him.
With a final thrust, Anders buried himself completely inside Ty, his knot swelling to full size and locking them together. Ty’s inner muscles clamped down with shocking strength, drawing a growl from deep in Anders’ chest as his release flooded Ty’s insides. Each pulse seemed to draw a corresponding shudder from Ty, his body greedily accepting everything Anders had to offer.
“That’s… oh God…that’s…” Ty gasped, words failing him as pleasure overwhelmed his system. “Mr. Iceflare, alpha?—”
“That’s it, little mouse,” Conall encouraged, his tone warm with approval. “Take everything he has to give you. You’re doing so well.”
Then Ty went completely limp, consciousness deserting him entirely as his body shuddered through its own release. Anders held him securely, concern mingling with satisfaction as he felt Ty’s skin begin to cool beneath his hands.
“His temperature’s dropping,” Anders noted, shifting slightly to allow the cold water to continue its work. “But not fast enough.”
“One claiming won’t be enough,” Conall said, his eyes never leaving Ty’s face as he monitored his breathing. “His heat’s too intense.”
“Unusual response,” Wyatt added. “Not typical omega behavior.”
“Nothing typical about our little mouse,” Conall said, brushing a strand of wet hair from Ty’s forehead. “Even his insults are more creative than most.”
Anders nodded, feeling his knot begin to subside faster than usual, another indication that something was different aboutthis situation. That Ty’s body was processing the biological relief differently, more urgently.
As his knot finally released enough to separate them, Ty stirred again, consciousness returning as the immediate fever broke.
“How are you feeling, little mouse?” Anders asked, studying Ty’s face for signs of improvement. “Better?”
“Better is relative,” Ty mumbled, his usual sharpness attempting to reassert itself despite his condition. “Like saying being hit by a bicycle is better than being hit by a truck. Still not great, but yeah, less dying now.”
“There’s our sassy little mouse,” Conall said, genuine relief in his voice. “I was worried we’d lost your charming personality to the fever.”
“His temperature’s normalizing,” Wyatt said. “Heart rate stabilizing.”
“Thank you for the medical update, Dr. Storm,” Ty quipped, though he made no move to pull away from Wyatt’s touch. “Always wanted my own personal medical team. Though usually they wear scrubs, not birthday suits.”
“I think I prefer this uniform,” Conall said. “Much more accessible for treating your particular condition.”
Anders carefully helped Ty stand, keeping one arm around his waist as his legs trembled beneath him. Evidence of their joining trickled down his thighs, the visual proof of the claiming stirring something primal in all three alphas.
“Round two?” Conall suggested, his green eyes darkening as he took in Ty’s flushed state. “Your heat’s not fully broken yet.”
“Give a guy a minute to remember how his limbs work,” Ty protested, though his body was already responding to Conall’s proximity. “I just had an alpha-sized popsicle inside me. There should be a recovery period. A water break. Something.”
“No breaks in heat treatment, I’m afraid,” Conall replied with a wicked grin. “Doctor’s orders. Continuous therapy is required for your condition.”
Then Ty’s eyes rolled back, consciousness fleeing again as the heat resurged. Anders caught him before he could collapse, exchanging a concerned look with Conall.
“Your heat won’t wait,” Anders said as Ty’s eyes fluttered open again. He carefully maneuvered to allow Conall access while remaining in the cramped shower stall. “And neither will he.”
“Alpha stamina is ridiculous,” Ty said, though he didn’t resist as Conall gently turned him, positioning him against Anders’ chest. “Do they feed you special Wheaties or something? Performance-enhancing breakfast cereals?”
