Page 55 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“And yet,” Conall said with a wicked grin, “you’re still hard. Still wanting more. Aren’t you, little mouse?”
Ty’s flush deepened, but he didn’t deny it. His cock remained half-hard against his stomach, already beginning to stir again despite his recent release. The sight sent a surge of satisfaction through Anders’ chest—their little mouse was insatiable, even outside of heat.
“My turn,” Conall announced, his green eyes darkening with anticipation. “If you’re up for it, of course.”
Ty’s gaze flicked to Conall’s impressive erection, then back to his face. “I don’t know,” he hedged, though his body betrayed his interest. “I’m not sure I can handle another round so soon.”
“Liar,” Conall accused without heat, his fingers tracing patterns on Ty’s chest that made the little mouse’s breath hitch. “Your body’s already begging for more. I can smell it.”
Before Ty could formulate a suitably snarky response, Conall was moving, positioning himself behind the omega. With surprising gentleness, he arranged Ty on his knees, facing Anders and Wyatt.
“I want them to see your face while I take you,” Conall said, his hands gripping Ty’s hips with possessive intent. “Want them to watch every expression, hear every sound. I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist that way.”
“Oversharing,” Ty said, though his body was already responding to Conall’s touch, back arching to present himself more fully. “Some things should remain mysteries.”
“Nothing mysterious about how much you want this,” Conall countered, one finger tracing between Ty’s thighs. “How eager you are for us. How ready.”
The crude observation from Conall made Ty flush deeper, his hazel eyes darkening with a mixture of embarrassment and desire that Anders found utterly captivating. As Conall positioned himself behind their little mouse, Anders couldn’t tear his gaze away from Ty’s face—the way his lips parted in anticipation, the way his pulse visibly hammered at the hollow of his throat.
“Just get on with it,” Ty gasped, pushing back against Conall’s teasing touch.
“So impatient,” Conall chided, though he was already positioning himself at Ty’s entrance.
Anders watched, transfixed, as Conall pushed forward in one smooth thrust. The effect on Ty was immediate and breathtaking. His head fell back, exposing the elegant line of his throat, a broken cry escaping those sarcastic lips that were now swollen from Anders’ kisses. The sound traveled straight to Anders’ core, his cock hardening again despite his recent release.
Wyatt’s gaze remained fixed on Ty’s face, cataloging every flicker of expression with predatory focus. The stoic alpha rarely showed emotion, but now his stormy eyes tracked each subtle change in their omega—the flutter of those long lashes, the deepening flush across his cheekbones, the way his teeth caught his lower lip with each thrust from Conall.
“Look at them,” Conall commanded, his voice a silken purr as he established a rhythm that had Ty gasping. “Watch their faces while I take you.”
Ty’s eyes, which had fallen closed in pleasure, opened to meet Anders’ gaze. The vulnerability there, the raw need, sent a possessive surge through Anders’ chest. Their little mouse looked utterly debauched—hair tousled from their hands, lips red and swollen, skin marked with the evidence of their claiming. Each thrust from Conall pushed Ty forward slightly, his slender body moving in perfect rhythm with the alpha behind him.
His perfect cock bounced with each thrust, flushed deep pink and leaking against his flat stomach. The contrast between Ty’s delicate frame and Conall’s powerful body behind him created a visual that had Anders’ mouth going dry with renewed hunger.
“Beautiful,” Anders murmured, unable to contain the word as he watched Conall claim what was now theirs. Ty’s perky nipples had hardened to tight peaks that begged for attention, his smooth chest rising and falling with each gasping breath.
Wyatt moved closer, his large hand wrapping around Ty’s neglected cock. The size difference was striking—Wyatt’s tanned, calloused palm making Ty’s length look even more delicate. The touch drew a startled cry from their omega, his body jerking between the dual sensations as his back arched beautifully.
“Too much,” Ty gasped, though he made no move to pull away. “I can’t— It’s too?—”
Anders captured those protesting lips, swallowing Ty’s words with a deep kiss. He thrust his tongue into Ty’s mouth in perfect rhythm with Conall’s movements, creating a dual claiming that had their little mouse whimpering between them. Ty’s hands clutched desperately at Anders’ shoulders, nails digging into muscle as he sought an anchor in the storm of sensation.
Conall’s pace increased, driving deeper into Ty with each thrust. The impact pushed Ty’s cock deeper into Wyatt’s grip and forced his tongue further into Anders’ mouth, creating a perfect synchrony of pleasure that had all four breathing heavily. The scent of arousal filled the room—jasmine and honey from Ty, mixed with the deeper, muskier scents of three alphas in rut.
“Eyes on me,” Anders commanded when he finally broke the kiss, his hand coming up to grip Ty’s chin. The little mouse’s pupils were blown wide, only a thin ring of hazel visible around the black. His lips were red and glistening from Anders’ attention, parting with each gasping breath as Conall continued his relentless pace behind him.
Ty tried to respond with his usual snark, but Conall chose that moment to change his angle slightly. Whatever retort Ty had planned dissolved into a broken moan, his eyes locked with Anders’ as pleasure overwhelmed his sharp tongue. The surrender in that gaze, the complete abandonment of his defenses, was more intoxicating to Anders than any physical pleasure.
“That’s it,” Conall encouraged, his green eyes meeting Anders’ over Ty’s shoulder. “Look how perfect he is taking all of us.”
Wyatt’s hand matched Conall’s rhythm perfectly, creating dual stimulation that had Ty trembling between them. The stoic alpha’s usual mask had slipped, revealing raw hunger as he watched their omega come undone. Ty’s usual sharp tongue was silenced, replaced by genuine sounds of pleasure that seemed drawn from somewhere deep inside him.
Anders couldn’t look away from Ty’s face—the parted lips, the flush high on his cheekbones, the complete surrender in those expressive eyes. Their little mouse, who fought them at every turn with his clever words and defiant attitude, was nowcompletely at their mercy, accepting everything they gave him with increasing enthusiasm.
“Beautiful,” Anders murmured again, captivated by the sight of Ty approaching his second climax. “The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
The unexpected praise, coupled with the relentless stimulation from both Conall and Wyatt, pushed Ty over the edge. His back arched sharply, head thrown back against Conall’s shoulder as his body convulsed with pleasure. His release coated Wyatt’s hand in pearly stripes, the evidence of his pleasure stark against the alpha’s tanned skin.
Conall followed him over the edge with a growl that vibrated through all of them, his hips pressing forward one final time as he emptied himself inside their omega. For several long moments, they remained joined, Conall knotting Ty, all four breathing heavily in the aftermath of shared pleasure. Ty’s body slumped forward, completely spent, and Anders caught him with careful hands, cradling their exhausted omega against his chest.
