Page 54 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“Not yet,” Anders denied, pulling off Ty’s cock with deliberate slowness, a string of saliva connecting his lips to the flushed head for a moment before breaking. “Not until I’m inside you.”
The whimper that escaped Ty at those words was nothing like his usual sharp commentary. It was pure omega need, a sound that triggered every alpha instinct in the room. All three alphas responded with low growls that seemed to vibrate through the air, creating a harmony of dominant intent.
Anders moved lower, spreading Ty’s thighs wider to expose him completely. The sight that greeted him sent a surge of possessive satisfaction through his chest. Ty was already ready for him, his entrance glistening with evidence of his desire. This wasn’t heat-induced desperation; this was genuine want.
Anders tasted him directly, his tongue hot and insistent against Ty’s entrance. The flavor was even more intense here, honey-sweet with an undertone of musk that was uniquely Ty. It was addictive, drawing a growl of approval from deep in Anders’ chest as he went back for more, his tongue circling the tight ring of muscle before pushing inside.
“Oh God,” Ty gasped. “That’s… you can’t just… fuck…”
Anders ignored the incoherent protests, focusing instead on the way Ty’s body responded to his touch—the way his thighs trembled uncontrollably, the way his entrance clenched around Anders’ probing tongue, the way he became more responsive with each deliberate stroke. He added a finger alongside his tongue, then another, stretching Ty with careful precision that had the little mouse writhing beneath him, all pretense of control abandoned.
“Enough teasing,” Ty finally managed, his voice breaking on the words as he tugged at Anders’ hair. “I need you inside me. All of you. Please.”
The plea, so different from his usual defiance, sent a surge of protective possession through Anders’ chest. He pulled back, moving up Ty’s body to capture his mouth in a kiss that let the little mouse taste himself on Anders’ tongue. Ty moaned into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Anders’ neck as if afraid he might pull away.
“How do you want this?” Anders asked, his voice rough with restraint as he broke the kiss. “Tell me.”
Ty’s eyes, blown wide with desire, met his with unexpected directness. “I want to see you,” he said. “Want to watch your face when you’re inside me.”
Something about the request—its honesty, its vulnerability—broke through Anders’ carefully maintained control. With a growl that vibrated through both their bodies, he positionedhimself between Ty’s spread thighs, the head of his cock pressing against the little mouse’s entrance without yet breaching.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his hand coming up to grip Ty’s chin, ensuring eye contact. “Keep your eyes on mine.”
Ty nodded, his usual snark completely absent as he held Anders’ gaze. The connection between them in that moment—it was raw, intimate in a way that neither had anticipated.
With deliberate slowness, Anders pushed forward, entering Ty inch by careful inch. The tight heat of him was exquisite, his body yielding to Anders’ invasion with a perfection that felt designed specifically for him. Each forward press drew a soft gasp from Ty, his eyes widening but never breaking contact with Anders’.
When he was finally seated to the hilt, both paused, breathing heavily, adjusting to the intense connection. Ty’s legs came up to wrap around Anders’ waist, drawing him impossibly deeper, a small sound of satisfaction escaping his throat at the increased pressure.
“Move,” he whispered, his hands coming up to grip Anders’ shoulders, nails digging into muscle. “Please, alpha.”
The title, spoken without sarcasm or defiance for the first time, shattered the last of Anders’ restraint. He established a rhythm that was neither gentle nor brutal but somewhere in between, each thrust deliberate, targeted to hit the spots inside Ty that drew the most intense reactions.
Conall moved to position himself at the head of the bed, his hands coming to cradle Ty’s head in his lap. “Beautiful,” he murmured, fingers stroking through Ty’s hair as he watched their little mouse take Anders’ cock with increasing enthusiasm.
Wyatt remained at Ty’s side, his hand never leaving the little mouse’s chest, feeling each racing heartbeat, each gasping breath. His stormy eyes tracked every flicker of expression across Ty’s face, cataloging each response.
The combined attention they lavished on their omega—Anders claiming him from within, Conall cradling his head with surprising tenderness, Wyatt monitoring every reaction with analytical precision—created a perfect harmony of possession. Anders could see the moment Ty surrendered completely, the instant his clever defenses crumbled beneath their collective claiming. The transformation was breathtaking, from sharp-tongued captive to willing participant, his body responding with an enthusiasm that belied his earlier reluctance.
Watching Ty’s walls come down, seeing him arch into their touch rather than away from it, sent a surge of primal satisfaction through Anders’ chest. This wasn’t just heat biology anymore; this was genuine desire, a connection that transcended their circumstances. The knowledge that Ty wanted this, wanted them, despite everything that had happened between them, was more intoxicating than any physical pleasure.
“More,” he gasped, his nails digging into Anders’ shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “Harder.”
Anders complied, increasing both pace and force until the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room, punctuated by Ty’s increasingly vocal responses. The chain at his wrist rattled with each thrust, a metallic counterpoint to their shared pleasure.
“Going to come,” Ty warned, his body tightening around Anders as pleasure built to unbearable heights.
“Yes,” Anders granted, his own release approaching rapidly. “Come for us, little mouse.”
Ty’s body surrendered completely to the sensation. His back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat as pleasure crashed through him in waves.
The sight of Ty coming undone beneath him, around him, was enough to trigger Anders’ own climax. With a growl that sounded barely human, he buried himself to the hilt, his releaseflooding Ty in hot pulses that seemed endless. For several long moments, they remained joined, Anders’ knotting locking them together, both breathing heavily as they came down from the high. Ty’s eyes, when they finally focused again, held a dazed quality that spoke of thorough satisfaction.
“Well,” he managed, his voice hoarse from crying out, “that was certainly… educational. I had no idea alpha biology class would be so hands-on.”
The return of his sass, even in this thoroughly debauched state, drew a laugh from Conall. “He’s back,” he announced, genuine affection in his voice as he continued stroking Ty’s hair. “Our little mouse survives another round.”
“Barely,” Ty said, wincing slightly as Anders carefully withdrew.
