Page 53 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
Ty stared up at him, challenge flashing in his eyes despite the vulnerability of his position. “What, afraid I can’t handle you?” he taunted, deliberately arching up so that their bodies made contact—his hard cock brushing against Anders’ stomach, leaving a smear of wetness on the alpha’s skin. “Or afraid you can’t handle me and giving as good as I get?”
The provocation was deliberate, calculated to push Anders over the edge, and it worked. With a growl that sounded barely human, Anders descended on Ty like a force of nature, his mouth claiming the little mouse’s in another devastating kiss. This time, he sucked Ty’s tongue into his mouth, drawing a surprised whimper from the omega that vibrated between them. The sound traveled straight to Anders’ cock, making it throb with renewed urgency.
Ty responded with equal fervor, his arms wrapping tightly around Anders’ neck, pulling their bodies flush together as if trying to eliminate any space between them. His legs came up to wrap around Anders’ waist, the position aligning their hardenedlengths perfectly. The friction as they moved against each other drew groans from both men.
“Careful, little mouse,” Conall warned from where he watched, his hand moving lazily over his own hardened length. “Our brother doesn’t respond well to challenges.”
“Good thing I like living dangerously,” Ty retorted when Anders finally released his mouth to trail biting kisses down his jaw, his neck, his collarbone. “Besides, what’s he going to do? Fuck me senseless? Been there, done that, got the delightfully sore ass to prove it.”
Anders’ response was to bite down on the sensitive juncture where Ty’s neck met his shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark that would last for days. The action drew a startled moan from Ty, his body arching up into Anders’ with instinctive need, his hardness grinding against the alpha’s stomach.
“Marking your territory already?” Ty gasped, though the effect of his sass was somewhat undermined by the breathless quality of his voice and the way his hands clutched at Anders’ shoulders, nails digging into muscle. “Very alpha of you.”
“Mine,” Anders growled against Ty’s skin, the word more primal instinct than conscious thought. “Ours.”
He continued his downward exploration, mouth tracing a path of fire across Ty’s chest. The little mouse’s skin was impossibly soft under his lips, smoother than any male Anders had ever touched, another unusual omega trait that made Ty unique. When Anders reached a pink nipple, he circled it with his tongue before taking it between his teeth, tugging gently. The effect was immediate—Ty’s back arched off the bed, a broken sound escaping his throat that was nothing like his usual sharp commentary.
“Sensitive here,” Anders noted, his breath hot against the wet peak, making Ty shiver. He moved to the other nipple,giving it the same thorough attention—licking, sucking, gently biting until it stood hard and red against Ty’s pale chest. “Very sensitive.”
“For scientific purposes, I’m sure,” Ty managed, though his attempt at sarcasm was undercut by the way his body responded to Anders’ touch, back arching to offer more, his hands now clutching at the sheets beneath him. “Very clinical of you.”
“Nothing clinical about what I’m going to do to you,” Anders promised, continuing his downward exploration. His mouth traced a path down Ty’s stomach, tongue dipping into his navel, following the smooth skin to where Ty’s cock lay hard and leaking against his belly.
Conall moved closer on the bed, his green eyes dark with hunger as he watched Anders reduce their sassy omega to incoherent pleasure. “Room for one more?” he asked, his hand coming up to stroke Ty’s hair back from his forehead.
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Ty’s eyes, which had been half-closed with pleasure, flew open at Conall’s touch. “More than enough of me to go around,” he invited, turning his head to nuzzle against Conall’s palm like a cat seeking affection. “Though I’m not sure my poor body can handle all three of you again so soon.”
“We’ll be careful with you, little mouse,” Conall promised, bending to capture Ty’s mouth in a kiss that was gentler than Anders’ but no less possessive. “Won’t we, brothers?”
Wyatt moved to Ty’s other side, his stormy eyes never leaving the little mouse’s face as he positioned himself within reach. His hand came to rest on Ty’s chest, directly over his heart, feeling the rapid drumbeat beneath his palm. The contrast between his tanned, calloused hand and Ty’s pale, smooth skin was visually striking.
“Safe,” Wyatt said simply. “With us.”
Something flickered in Ty’s eyes at that, vulnerability quickly masked by his usual defenses. “Safe is a relative term when you’re surrounded by three mafia alphas,” he quipped, thoughthere was less bite to it than usual. “Like saying a mouse is safe in a den of particularly attractive cats.”
Anders, meanwhile, had reached his destination. He took Ty’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him to the root in one smooth motion. The taste exploded across his tongue, clean sweat and desire with an undertone of something uniquely Ty, something addictively sweet that made Anders’ mouth water for more. He hollowed his cheeks, creating suction that had Ty crying out in shocked pleasure, his hips bucking up involuntarily.
“Oh fuck,” Ty gasped, his hands flying down to tangle in Anders’ hair, tugging with just enough pressure to send sparks of pleasure-pain across the alpha’s scalp. “That’s… that’s not fair. You can’t just…”
His coherent commentary dissolved into broken moans as Anders worked his mouth, alternating between deep suction and teasing licks. “Oh fuck,” Ty moaned, his hips bucking upward only to be firmly pinned by Anders’ strong hands. Each time Ty’s breathing quickened and his thighs began to tremble with approaching release, Anders deliberately slowed his pace, drawing back to place light kisses along the shaft instead of the firm pressure Ty desperately needed.
“Please,” Ty begged, his hands fisting in the sheets as Anders once again brought him to the edge before retreating. “Don’t stop, I was so close.”
Anders merely hummed in response, the vibration sending shivers through Ty’s cock without providing enough stimulation to push him over. The little mouse’s thighs quivered visibly now, muscles tense with the effort of chasing a climax that Anders kept just out of reach. A thin sheen of sweat covered Ty’s body, his chest heaving with each frustrated gasp.
“Sadist,” Ty accused, though the word ended on a moan as Anders hummed around him, the vibration sending shock waves of pleasure through his system. “You’re enjoying this.”
Anders pulled off just long enough to meet Ty’s eyes with a predatory smile, his lips wet and reddened from his efforts. “Yes,” he admitted without shame. “And so are you.”
Before Ty could formulate a suitably snarky response, Conall captured his mouth again, swallowing whatever retort he might have made. The dual sensation, Anders’ mouth on his cock and Conall’s tongue invading his mouth, had Ty writhing between them, overwhelmed by pleasure from multiple directions.
Wyatt, not to be left out, bent to take one of Ty’s nipples into his mouth, his usual stoicism giving way to focused intensity as he worked the sensitive peak with lips and teeth and tongue. The triple assault left Ty gasping, his body arching between them as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Please,” he finally begged when Conall released his mouth, all sass and defiance burned away by pure need. “Please, I need to come.”
