Chapter 327: How To Relieve An Untamed Brat, A Sergei Guide

* Dear readersan, this is the bus to hell. Has FOUR seats, might have more in future.

* Also, author mi-ght not be good at writing the bus to hell, so if it’s terrible, let’s pretend we didn’t board the bus lmfaoo

* Great. See you in hell.

[FROLO]

Pulling Katya up by his hair, Sergei stepped out of his suit pants that were stuck mid-thigh. He looked different. Smelled different. Held Katya differently.

Tender. Fierce. Not enough to bruise. But just enough to remind the omega that his chances of running away were done.

That he wouldn’t get another for a really long time.

"So beautiful, my perfect little wolf," Sergei growled lowly as he stepped back, as if to take in the sight before him. As if this was the first time he was really letting himself look at Katya, and fuck if his hard-on didn’t grow even more.

"Vladimir..." Katya keened, looking into Sergei’s eyes.

The red...

Had fully turned yellow.

Sergei Moskowsky was in a full rut cycle.

"Hmm," the alpha growled, pulling Katya close and breathing him in like Katya was the only reason he’d woken up today.

The only reason he was determined to be a better person.

"You smell sweet, little wolf," he growled, burying his head in the crook of Katya’s neck, and breathing him in deeper. Harder. Hungrier.

"For you, Vladimir," Katya mumbled weakly, Sergei’s rainforest pheromones making his legs weak.

Katya had known Sergei smelled like heaven, but here with his back against the door, with Sergei growing and breathing him in like a man who was beyond salvation, he knew he’d never want another.

This man smelled like good decisions and bad legs at the same time. Like the realm had every right to be scared of him, not because of his rage, but because of the scent that he was drawing in.

"For me..." Sergei hummed in approval as he pressed a light kiss on Katya’s scent gland, testing the waters.

And Katya didn’t disappoint.

He bared his neck even more for the alpha.

"Always," Katya whispered, too weak to even hold himself.

Gods, Sergei’s scent was strong.

Katya was already submitting without Sergei asking him to. He knew it was a bad idea being alone with an alpha in rut and miles away from civilization, but fuck civilization because Katya wanted this.

Wanted him.

Had been wanting him.

This very composed and stable alpha who had the restraint of a madman. Only that he was not seeing that restraint anymore.

He wasn’t seeing the composed Sergei he had gotten used to, and the thought itself made him slick up even more.

"You smell so good, Solnyshka," Sergei praised darkly, peppering kisses on Katya’s scent gland. And Katya felt Sergei’s hand circle behind him. For a moment he was confused.

But when he heard the lock click, his eyes widened.

"Mine," Sergei hummed lowly, and Katya felt a jolt in his dick.

"That’s all I ever want to be."

Then their lips met again for a moment, and Katya felt his legs leave the ground.

Sergei was carrying him.

Skin against skin.

Bodies pressed close.

Lips consuming each other.

Hands under his knees.

Sergei. Sergei. Sergei.

Before he could form a proper thought, he was thrown on the bed, the dim lights doing him an unmasked favor because if there were full lights, Sergei would have seen how red Katya was.

Didn’t he, though?

"My little wolf." Sergei kissed Katya’s feet, snapping Katya out of his trance.

What the fuck was this alpha doing?

As if on instinct, the omega pulled his leg up, horrified for the first time in a while.

"I’m dirty... You can’t just go around kissing people’s feet!" Katya scolded, determined to keep his legs very far away from the madman who had clearly very well lost his goddamn mind.

"Cute," Sergei chuckled darkly.

"You have to be reasonable, Vladimir," Katya said, still horrified.

"Hmm," the alpha crawled up.

"You’re mine," he reminded and Katya still stared at him. Horrified.

"Yes, yes. But no feet... I prepped myself for you. I’m... I’m already wet. See?" Katya said as he pulled his briefs off to give his alpha a show of what he meant.

A slick entrance that was pulsing already. That smelled so good, and fuck if the alpha’s control was so close to withering completely.

But Sergei...

He didn’t even look.

His eyes stayed on Katya’s instead.

"So just... put it in and..." Katya stumbled over his words, even as Sergei’s gaze stayed on him, holding his eyes as if daring Katya to finish his words.

"And what, Solnyshka?" he growled lowly.

"Don’t make me say it, Vladimir," Katya grumbled, the confidence he’d been having earlier when giggling all gone.

"You’re gonna have to tell me, little wolf. Especially if you want me to ’put it in.’ Now be a darling and tell me what you want me to do," Sergei smirked, his eyes unwavering even as he pulled himself up, so his face was on the same level as Katya.

He could feel the way their bodies collided, pressed against each other, but Sergei hadn’t even begun yet.

"And... Move," Katya said, reaching his hand between them and into Sergei’s briefs.

The alpha didn’t move.

Just smirked.

"My beautiful, beautiful Solnyshka..." the alpha chuckled as he pulled Katya’s hands from his waistband.

"Don’t make this weird, Vladimir," Katya said softly, turning his head to the side.

And Sergei...

He saw a teardrop.

"Look at me," he whispered to the omega.

Katya didn’t.

Not the first time.

Not the second.

"Don’t ever hide from me, Solnyshka," Sergei said, his voice deathly quiet in the room filled with both their scents. He then turned Katya’s gaze to his, and of course, Katya was crying.

"You’re beautiful," he said, running his tongue from Katya’s ears to his temple, licking the tears away.

And Katya froze.

"Wh... You..."

"You don’t get to hide from me, little wolf. Never again," Sergei said intently.

"You’re crazy," Katya grumbled when Sergei kissed his eyebrow, making him instinctively close his eyes.

The alpha didn’t stop.

"For you," Sergei whispered like a prayer into Katya’s ears, before peppering kisses all over the pretty omega’s face. He didn’t leave an inch untouched by his lips, and Katya had never been that confused.

But he also couldn’t deny the fact that feeling Sergei’s lips on his face made him feel giddy.

"Moy Solnyshka," the alpha hummed, and Katya opened his eyes, the fierce ones looking down at him, making him try to look away again.

"We’re gonna have to work around you never hiding from me, Solnyshka," he chuckled darkly.

Then he kissed one corner of Katya’s lips.

"I’m always crazy for you." Sergei kissed the other corner.

"You’re mine now, Solnyshka," he said into Katya’s ear, his breath making Katya shiver.

"Ngh..." Katya let out, his toes curling suddenly.

"You’re beautiful... So very beautiful," Sergei breathed like a prayer against Katya’s lips.

"No more crying, little wolf," he added, pecking Katya’s lips, and Katya stared, still confused.

"No more running." Sergei kissed Katya’s jaw.

"Unless you’re running towards me," he kissed his omega’s throat.

"Unless you’re crying in pleasure, my beautiful," another kiss on Katya’s collarbone.

"Coming apart in my arms," Sergei kissed Katya’s chest, stopping right at the first chocolate nub to look back up at Katya, who was too overwhelmed to say anything.

"I’ve loved you for so long, Solnyshka," he whispered, working his way back to Katya’s lips with kisses and soft breaths.

"Vladi—"

"My precious citrus-scented love," Sergei breathed.

"My sweet Katya." Sergei pulled Katya’s lower lip with his teeth.

"Al—" Katya began, but he didn’t even get the chance because Sergei kissed him.

Not in tender hunger like the hallway earlier...