Page 48 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“Just naturally gifted,” Conall replied, lifting Ty slightly to align their bodies. His cock pressed against Ty’s entrance, finding it still ready despite Anders’ claiming. “Ready for me, little mouse? I promise to show you what real technique looks like, unlike our friend here.”
“Show-off,” Anders said, but positioned himself to better support Ty’s weight.
Ty’s only response was a soft moan as his head fell back against Anders’ shoulder, consciousness slipping away again as Conall pushed inside him. His body accepted Conall easily after Anders’ thorough claiming, inner muscles gripping him with desperate need despite Ty’s mental absence.
“He’s not staying conscious,” Anders noted, concern evident in his voice as he supported Ty’s weight. “This isn’t normal heat behavior.”
“De Luca will suffer for this,” Conall said, his usual playfulness completely absent as he established a careful rhythm. The metallic clink of his chain punctuated the vow, apromise of future retribution that needed no further elaboration between the sworn blood brothers.
“Come back to us, little mouse,” Conall called, his voice deliberately light despite the concern in his eyes. “You’re missing my star performance. I’ve been practicing just for you.”
Wyatt nodded in silent agreement, his stormy eyes tracking every flicker of Ty’s expressions as consciousness ebbed and flowed. He reached to brush sweat-soaked hair from Ty’s forehead, the gesture at odds with the murderous intent in his eyes.
Ty stirred again, consciousness returning briefly as Conall hit a particularly sensitive spot inside him.
“How does it feel, little mouse?” Conall asked, adjusting his angle slightly. “Different from our ice king here?”
“Different,” Ty gasped, the word barely audible over the shower spray. “Like comparing apples to—oh God—to very well-endowed oranges.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Conall grinned, adjusting his angle to hit that spot again. “Though I prefer to think of myself as more exotic than an orange. Perhaps a dragon fruit? Mysterious and worth the effort.”
Then Ty was gone again, body responding automatically while his mind retreated from the overwhelming sensations. Anders held him securely, one arm around his chest while the other supported his weight. The position left Ty completely surrounded by alpha—Anders at his back, Conall at his front, Wyatt’s steadying presence at his side.
“Never thought I’d die by alpha sandwich,” Ty mumbled as consciousness returned again, his eyes fluttering open. “But there are worse ways to go. Much, much worse.”
“You’re not dying,” Anders assured him, his lips brushing Ty’s temple. “We won’t let you.”
“That’s right,” Conall agreed, his voice gentler than his usual teasing tone. “We’ve got plans for you, little mouse. Can’t have you checking out early.”
Conall’s rhythm grew more intense, his usual playfulness giving way to something more primal as Ty’s responsive body drew him deeper. The little omega’s internal heat gripped him with incredible pressure, each thrust drawing a rippling contraction that threatened to end things embarrassingly quickly.
The three alphas exchanged looks over Ty’s form, a silent communication born of years fighting side by side. Something about Ty was different from others, something that called to them on a level beyond simple alpha-omega dynamics. All three felt it, a possessive protectiveness that transcended their current situation.
With a final thrust, Conall buried himself completely inside Ty, his knot swelling to lock them together. Ty’s inner muscles clamped down with shocking strength, drawing a growl from deep in Conall’s chest as his release flooded their little omega’s insides. The biological relief was immediate, another wave of heat fever breaking as alpha seed did its work.
Ty stirred, consciousness returning as Conall’s knot secured them together. “That’s it,” Anders murmured against Ty’s temple, his arms supporting both Ty and Conall as they remained locked together. “Take what you need.”
“Didn’t know I needed this,” Ty mumbled, his voice barely audible. “Didn’t know I needed anything.”
“Everyone needs something, little mouse,” Conall replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to Ty’s forehead. “Even stubborn little omegas who pretend they don’t.”
Then Ty was gone again, head falling forward as consciousness retreated. Conall held him securely, concern evident in his expression as he felt Ty’s skin begin to coolbeneath his hands. Like Anders before him, Conall’s knot began to subside faster than normal—another indication of Ty’s unusual condition.
As Conall carefully separated from him, Ty found himself being passed to Wyatt with surprising gentleness, the three alphas working together to support his increasingly exhausted body. Despite two thorough claimings, his heat hadn’t fully broken—his skin still flushed, his cock still hard, though the dangerous fever had receded.
“Last round,” Anders said, his tone making it clear this wasn’t a suggestion but a statement of fact. “Then rest.”
“So bossy,” Ty mumbled, consciousness returning briefly as Wyatt positioned him against the shower wall. “Always with the commands.”
“Someone has to keep order around here,” Conall teased, “or we’d just have chaos. Though I wouldn’t mind a little chaos with you, little mouse.”
Wyatt didn’t respond verbally to Ty’s quip. Instead, he lifted him effortlessly, Ty’s legs wrapping around his waist as he aligned their bodies. Unlike the others, Wyatt entered Ty with deliberate slowness, each inch a careful claiming that had the little omega gasping despite his exhaustion.
“Oh,” Ty breathed, surprised by the different sensation before consciousness fled again, his head falling forward against Wyatt’s shoulder. “That’s… you’re…”
“Different,” Wyatt supplied, his usual economy of words unchanged even in this intimate moment. He continued his careful claiming despite Ty’s mental absence, each thrust precisely targeted to provide maximum relief to Ty’s suffering body.
“Even unconscious, he’s still responsive to you,” Conall noted with a mix of admiration and concern. “Never seen anything like it.”
