Page 67 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
The bed frame slammed against the wall with each punishing thrust, the chains at his wrist rattling violently as he fucked up into me with inhuman strength. My world narrowed to the sensation of his cock splitting me open, reshaping me from the inside, claiming territory no one had ever touched.
Suddenly, Mr. Enigma appeared behind me, his chest pressing against my back, trapping me between their powerful bodies. His teeth found my nape, biting down with enough pressure to make me wail. His hands reached around, fingers pinching my nipples with cruel precision, twisting and tugging until I sobbed from the exquisite pain-pleasure.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his words vibrating through me. “Look how well he takes your cock. He was born for it.”
Mr. Storm joined us, his muscular body appearing at Mr. Iceflare’s side. His mouth latched on to my nipple, teeth closing around the sensitive peak and tugging hard enough to make me yelp. His hand wrapped around my neglected cock, his grip tight and merciless as he stroked in counter-rhythm to Mr. Iceflare’s thrusts.
“Too much,” I sobbed as sensation overwhelmed me from all sides. Mr. Iceflare’s cock hammering into me from below, Mr. Enigma’s teeth at my neck, Mr. Storm’s hand on my cock and mouth on my nipple. “Please— Oh fuck— Fuck— Please?—”
My free hand found Mr. Storm’s cock, wrapping around his thick length and stroking clumsily. My other hand reached back,finding Mr. Enigma’s shaft and doing the same. Both alphas were rock hard, their cocks throbbing in my grip as I tried to pleasure them despite my brain short-circuiting from sensory overload.
“Fuck him harder,” Mr. Enigma urged, his hips thrusting against my back, his cock sliding against my sweat-dampened skin. “Make him scream.”
Mr. Iceflare’s pace increased to something inhuman, his hips jackhammering upward with incredible force. My body had no choice but to take it, to yield to his brutal claiming as he fucked me with rut-driven ferocity.
“You’re going to come for us,” Mr. Iceflare commanded, his voice barely recognizable through his clenched teeth. “Now.”
Mr. Storm’s hand tightened around my cock, stroking faster, his thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each upward pull. Mr. Enigma’s teeth bit down harder on my nape, the pain shooting straight to my core.
The combined assault was too much. My orgasm hit with devastating force, tearing through me with such intensity that my vision blurred at the edges. My cock erupted in Mr. Storm’s grip, shooting ropes of cum across Mr. Iceflare’s chest and abs, some even reaching his neck and chin.
“FUCK!” I screamed, my voice breaking as my body convulsed violently. My inner muscles clamped down on Mr. Iceflare’s cock with brutal force, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.
“That’s it,” Mr. Storm growled, his hand continuing to stroke my spurting cock, wringing every drop from me. “Give us everything.”
Before I could come down from the high, Mr. Iceflare slammed into me one final time, impossibly deep. His knot began to swell, stretching me beyond what I thought possible,the pressure against that spot inside me triggering another orgasm before the first had even subsided.
“Taking my knot so fucking good,” Mr. Iceflare said, his hips grinding against mine as his knot locked us together. His release flooded me in hot, pulsing waves, filling me completely.
The sensation of being knotted, filled, and claimed so thoroughly pushed me into a third consecutive orgasm. My cock jerked weakly in Mr. Storm’s grip, managing only a few pathetic drops as my body gave up everything it had.
“Mine,” Mr. Iceflare growled, his arms wrapping around me possessively as his knot pulsed inside me. “Ours.”
Mr. Enigma and Mr. Storm followed moments later, their releases painting my back and chest in hot streaks. Mr. Storm’s cum mixed with mine on Mr. Iceflare’s chest, while Mr. Enigma marked my back and shoulders with his seed.
I collapsed against Mr. Iceflare’s chest, utterly spent, my body twitching with aftershocks as his knot continued to pulse inside me. His arms held me tight, one hand stroking my sweat-soaked hair with surprising gentleness.
“Breathe, little mouse,” he murmured, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard it. “I’ve got you.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled against his chest, my voice wrecked beyond recognition. “You’re not the one who just got rearranged internally by what has to be a medically concerning mutation.”
Mr. Iceflare’s chest rumbled with what might have been a laugh—a sound so unexpected I might have fallen off him if we hadn’t been locked together by his still-swollen knot. His hand continued its gentle stroking of my hair, the tenderness so at odds with the brutal fucking he’d just delivered that my brain struggled to reconcile the two versions of this dangerous alpha.
Mr. Enigma appeared at the bedside with a bottle of water, his eyes tracking over my thoroughly debauched form with obvious satisfaction. “Thirsty?”
“No, I just enjoy the feeling of my throat being sandpaper,” I croaked. “Of course I’m thirsty, you menace. What gave it away? The desperate gasping or the fact that I just lost half my body weight in fluids?”
He grinned, completely unfazed by my attitude as he held the bottle to my lips. The cool water felt like heaven on my abused throat, and I gulped it down greedily, some of it spilling down my chin and onto Mr. Iceflare’s chest.
“Careful,” Mr. Enigma chided, wiping the water from my chin with his thumb. “Don’t want to drown yourself after surviving all that.”
“Wouldn’t that be anticlimactic,” I said. “Survived being knotted by three alpha mafia bosses only to die from improper water consumption. What a legacy. They’d put it on my tombstone: ‘Here lies Ty, death by hydration after sex marathon.’”
Mr. Iceflare’s knot finally began to subside, allowing him to lift me off his cock with careful hands. The sensation of emptiness was jarring after being so thoroughly filled, and I couldn’t suppress a whimper as a flood of his release gushed from me onto his thighs.
“Sorry about the mess,” I said, though I wasn’t sorry at all. If anyone deserved to be covered in bodily fluids, it was the alpha who’d just fucked me with zero regard for the laws of physics or human anatomy.
“I’ve had worse,” Mr. Iceflare replied dryly, shifting me to lie beside him.
