Page 56 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
“One more,” Wyatt finally said, his voice low as he watched Conall withdraw from their omega. Unlike his usual controlled demeanor, something primal had taken over—his stormy eyes were nearly black with hunger, his breathing heavy as he moved closer to Ty like a predator who’d been denied too long.
Ty’s eyes, which had been half-closed in satisfaction, flew open at the unexpected intensity radiating from the normally reserved alpha. His lips curved into a challenging smile despite his previous exertions. “Last alpha but definitely not the last round, right?”
Anders and Conall exchanged surprised glances at their omega’s renewed enthusiasm. Where was the exhaustion they’d expected? Instead, Ty’s eyes sparkled with anticipation ashe openly appraised Wyatt’s powerful form and impressive erection.
“Saving the best for last?” Ty added with a deliberate lick of his lips that made all three alphas’ cocks twitch in response. His sweet scent filled the room with evidence of his genuine desire.
“You won’t be so cocky soon,” Wyatt growled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest as he reached for Ty with powerful hands. “When you can’t remember your own name.”
Something in his tone, raw and untamed, made Anders raise an eyebrow in surprise. This wasn’t Wyatt’s usual calculated approach. This was something else entirely, something wild that had been simmering beneath the surface all along.
“Big promises from the quiet one,” Ty challenged, his body already arching toward Wyatt’s touch rather than away from it. “Let’s see if you can deliver what your brothers started.”
The corner of Wyatt’s mouth lifted in a predatory smile that sent a visible shiver through Ty’s body. “I don’t finish what they started,” he replied, his voice a dangerous rumble. “I ruin you for anyone else.”
Wyatt flipped Ty onto his side and lifted one of the omega’s legs high against his chest, opening him completely. The position was both intimate and exposing, allowing Anders and Conall a perfect view of where their little mouse would take their brother next.
“Fuck,” Anders breathed, unable to look away from the sight of Ty’s entrance, pink and slightly swollen from their previous attentions, glistening with a mixture of their shared claiming. The visual evidence of their possession sent a possessive thrill through him.
Wyatt drove forward in a single powerful thrust that had Ty crying out in shocked pleasure. There was nothing methodical about it, nothing calculated or precise, just raw, animal need that had been held in check too long.
“Oh God!” Ty gasped, his back arching sharply as Wyatt buried himself to the hilt. “You’re… that’s… fuck!”
Wyatt didn’t respond with words. Instead, he established a punishing rhythm that had the bed frame creaking beneath them, his chain rattling violently with each powerful thrust. The normally silent alpha was transformed—muscles rippling beneath sweat-dampened skin, jaw clenched with focused intensity, eyes locked on Ty’s face as if memorizing every expression of pleasure he created.
“Look at him take it,” Conall murmured to Anders, both of them watching in fascination as their usually controlled sworn brother unleashed himself on their omega. “Who knew our quiet one had this in him?”
Anders couldn’t tear his gaze away from the sight of Ty, their little mouse who’d sassed and fought them at every turn, now completely surrendered to pleasure. His hair was damp with sweat, plastered to his forehead and temples. His lips, swollen from countless kisses, parted with each gasping breath. His smooth chest heaved with exertion, nipples hardened to tight peaks that begged for attention.
Most captivating was the expression on Ty’s face. Gone was the sarcastic mask, the defensive humor, replaced by raw vulnerability and naked need. His hazel eyes were unfocused, pupils blown wide with pleasure as Wyatt hit spots inside him that neither Anders nor Conall had reached.
“Please,” Ty begged, the word barely recognizable as his hands clutched desperately at the sheets. “Please, don’t stop… right there… oh fuck…”
Wyatt adjusted his grip, one large hand wrapping around Ty’s thigh to hold him open while the other reached around to stroke the omega’s cock in perfect counterpoint to his thrusts. The dual stimulation had Ty thrashing between them, overwhelmed by sensation.
“He’s going to break him,” Conall said with something like awe in his voice.
“He’s going to remake him,” Anders corrected, understanding dawning as he watched Wyatt claim their omega with such ferocity. This wasn’t just sex, this was a marking, a branding, as indelible as any bite.
Wyatt leaned down, his mouth finding the sensitive juncture of Ty’s neck and shoulder. His teeth closed over the scent gland there, not breaking skin but applying enough pressure to make Ty cry out, his body clenching around Wyatt’s length with desperate need.
“Yours,” Ty gasped, the word shocking all three alphas with its surrender. “All of you. I’m yours.”
The admission, torn from somewhere beyond Ty’s conscious control, broke through Wyatt’s last restraint. With a growl that sounded barely human, he increased his pace to something brutal and perfect, each thrust hitting exactly the right spot to drive Ty rapidly toward the edge.
“Come,” Wyatt commanded, the single word more powerful for its rarity.
As if Wyatt’s voice alone controlled his body, Ty shattered with a scream that echoed off the walls. His release was explosive, more intense than either previous climax, his body convulsing so violently that Anders moved forward instinctively to steady him. Ty’s cock pulsed in Wyatt’s grip, painting both their skin with evidence of his pleasure.
Wyatt followed him over the edge with a roar that seemed torn from his very soul, his hips driving forward one final time as he emptied himself inside their omega. His knot swelled, locking him deep inside Ty as his release continued in hot pulses.
For several long moments, the only sounds in the room were their collective ragged breathing and the occasional metallic clink of chains as they shifted position. Ty lay completely limp inWyatt’s arms, his eyes closed, lips parted as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Did we break him?” Conall asked softly, genuine concern in his voice as he reached out to brush sweat-soaked hair from Ty’s forehead.
As if in answer, a small smile curved Ty’s lips, though his eyes remained closed. “Not broken,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. “Just thoroughly fucked into next week. Possibly next month.”
The relief in the room was palpable as all three alphas exchanged glances over their omega’s exhausted form. Wyatt’s knot gradually subsided, allowing him to carefully withdraw despite Ty’s small sound of protest. With surprising gentleness, Wyatt arranged their thoroughly claimed omega more comfortably on the bed.
