Page 86 of Ruined By the Mafia Kings
But they weren’t done with me yet. Because apparently three alphas have the recovery time of teenagers discovering internet porn for the first time.
Mr. Enigma pulled me from Mr. Iceflare’s arms with a possessive growl, arranging me on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. The chain at his wrist rattled as he positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips with bruising force.
“Need you again,” he growled, his usual playfulness replaced by raw hunger. “Can’t get enough.”
You three should come with warning labels, I thought, though my body was already responding eagerly.Caution: Insatiable Alpha Ahead. May Cause Inability to Walk Straight for Days.
Then he was pushing inside me, the stretch less painful but no less intense after Mr. Iceflare’s claiming. I gasped, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as he filled me completely in one powerful thrust.
“Fuck—” I choked out, my oversensitive body somehow responding eagerly despite my exhaustion. “Are you kidding me? My ass is going to need its own zip code after this.”
Mr. Storm appeared before me, his eyes dark with desire as he knelt on the bed, his cock level with my face in intimidating proximity. “Take us both.”
My inner sarcastic commentator wanted to point out that I was already being rearranged internally by the Enigma Express, but my mouth was quickly occupied by several impressive inches of alpha anatomy. My snark was effectively silenced by Mr. Storm’s considerable girth.
The dual sensation—Mr. Enigma claiming me from behind while Mr. Storm filled my mouth—sent my mind spiraling into a place beyond thought. I existed purely as sensation, as pleasure, as the vessel for their desire. The wet sounds of their possessionfilled the room, punctuated by their growls and my muffled moans.
Mr. Iceflare’s hand tangled in my hair, forcing my head up so he could see my face as Mr. Storm’s cock slid between my lips. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his ice-blue eyes burning with something that looked dangerously like possession. “Ours.”
The word sent heat flooding through me, making my inner muscles clench around Mr. Enigma’s invading length. My omega hindbrain was practically purring with satisfaction, reveling in being the center of attention for three powerful alphas.
It was like my body and brain were having a civil war, with my hormones staging a successful coup against my common sense. My dignity had already surrendered unconditionally and was probably sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere far away.
“He loves this,” Mr. Enigma said, his voice strained as he drove deeper. “Look how wet he is for us. How eager.”
Oh, sure, announce it to the room like I’m not already aware of my body’s treachery, I thought as Mr. Storm’s thumb traced my stretched lips, his eyes darkening as he watched his cock disappear into my mouth.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
My second orgasm hit without warning, tearing through me with such force that I screamed around Mr. Storm’s cock, my body convulsing between them with overwhelming intensity. The vibration pushed Mr. Storm over the edge, his release flooding my mouth in hot pulses that I had no choice but to swallow. Mr. Enigma followed moments later, his knot swelling to lock us together as he emptied himself inside me with a triumphant growl.
As Mr. Enigma’s knot began to subside, Mr. Iceflare moved. The chain at his wrist rattled ominously, a reminder of the leashed power he contained. Without a word, he pulled me from Mr. Enigma’s grasp, ignoring the other alpha’s half-heartedgrowl of protest. To my surprise, he didn’t immediately position me for his pleasure. Instead, he guided me toward Mr. Storm, who had stretched out on his back, his cock already hardening again. The silent communication between them was eerie—some unspoken agreement passing between them that excluded me entirely.
“On him,” Mr. Iceflare instructed, his hands guiding my trembling thighs to straddle Mr. Storm. “Face him.”
Right, because verbal communication is overrated, I thought, though I complied anyway. My body was apparently taking direct orders from my omega hindbrain now, bypassing all rational thought processes.
Mr. Storm’s hands settled on my hips, his eyes dark with renewed hunger as he guided me down onto his length. I sank down with a gasp, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion.
“That’s it,” Mr. Storm encouraged, his thumbs brushing over my hip bones. “So perfect for us.”
“I think your definition of ‘perfect’ needs work,” I managed, though the words lacked their usual bite. “Most people want ‘quiet’ and ‘obedient’ in their omegas. Not… whatever this disaster package is.”
Before I could adjust to the fullness, I felt Mr. Iceflare’s presence behind me, his heat radiating against my back as he pressed close. His hands splayed across my shoulder blades, pushing me forward until my chest was flush against Mr. Storm’s, my face buried in the crook of his neck.
“Relax,” Mr. Iceflare murmured against my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “We’ve got you.”
The implication hit me a moment before his finger pressed against my already filled entrance, circling the stretched rim where Mr. Storm’s cock disappeared into my body. My eyes widened in realization.
“Oh, hell no,” I yelped, trying to squirm away but effectively pinned between their powerful bodies. “That’s not— You can’t— There’s not enough room!”
“Shhh,” Mr. Storm soothed, his hands stroking my sides in calming patterns. “We won’t hurt you. Trust us.”
Trust isn’t exactly my strong suit, I thought as Mr. Iceflare worked me open with surprising patience, his finger sliding in alongside Mr. Storm’s cock, stretching me further. By the time he deemed me ready, I was a trembling mess, my body caught between fear and desperate anticipation.
The first press of his cock against my already filled entrance had me tensing, a whimper escaping despite my best efforts to remain silent. Mr. Storm’s hands cupped my face, forcing me to meet his gaze as Mr. Iceflare began to breach me with agonizing slowness.
“Look at me,” Mr. Storm commanded softly, his thumbs brushing away tears I hadn’t realized were falling. “Stay with us, little mouse.”
