Chapter 328: Midnight Edges: Your Flesh Is My Heart’s Desire

[FROLO]

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

Not in tender hunger like the hallway earlier.

Not gently like the first time they kissed in his penthouse.

Sergei was starved.

And he was letting Katya know.

His hand held Katya’s jaw, keeping the omega steady, giving him better access as he kissed Katya like the world was ending.

Katya had bit him earlier, just enough to bruise, and in the dance of their lips, the alpha didn’t slow down.

Not for himself.

And certainly not when he took Katya’s tongue in his.

"Ngh..." the omega moaned, his curled-up legs relaxing and allowing Sergei more access to him.

Sergei kissed him like a man on a mission. Like he was determined to taste every inch of Katya’s mouth. Like he’d found his greatest addiction in the most unexpected of places.

And Katya...

The pleasure was too much.

Feeling Sergei’s body pressed against his.

Feeling the way Sergei was hard for him.

He’ll feeling his own hard-on collide with Sergei’s.

Yet even then Sergei didn’t stop. Not even when he ran his tongue inside Katya’s mouth. Not when Katya felt himself slick up even more.

He was dripping wet.

From a kiss.

Fuck.

"I could kiss you all day," Sergei said when he pulled back for a breather.

Katya looked so red, so flushed, so... kissed, damn.

The omega was blushing hard.

"Your scent is mine to smell... Just me, Solnyshka," Sergei said hoarsely, the possession clear in his voice even as his yellow eyes glowed even more under the dim lights.

"You..." Katya whined, turning his head to the side again, and Sergei chuckled darkly.

"Looks like we’re going to have those classes after all, my beautiful little wolf."

"Wh—" Katya grumbled, looking up at Sergei only to feel the alpha’s hand under his ass, turning him to the side.

The fuck?

"Lesson one, lyubim," Sergei said, and before Katya could think, a hand came down on his ass cheeks, hard.

It stung, fuck.

Yet strangely enough...

Katya liked it.

Could even go as far as saying he loved it, judging by the way he was blushing, hard.

"Someone’s enjoying his first class, hmm?" Sergei chuckled, smacking Katya’s ass again.

Harder this time.

"But we need to focus, little wolf," he added like Katya’s ass wasn’t red from the impact.

"Wha—"

"Lesson one," Sergei said, smiling. "You ready?"

Katya nodded.

"Words, Moy Solnyshka."

"I’m... I’m ready," the omega’s lips trembled.

From pleasure? Maybe.

From shame? Certainly.

"You do not hide from me. I don’t care what you think you look like or what you feel like about yourself, understand?"

Again, Katya nodded.

Earning a smack on his ass.

And a raised brow from Sergei.

"I do... no... Not hide from you," Katya voiced, lips trembling still.

"Good boy," Sergei praised when Katya didn’t hide this time.

"You’re beautiful. My beautiful little wolf. So perfect," Sergei kissed Katya’s lips one more time before he kissed his way down Katya’s chest, his hold on the omega’s ass still steady.

He could feel the slick dripping from Katya, but that wasn’t the focus.

Not yet.

He may have been rutting and determined to fuck the omega senseless, but even in his hazed state, Sergei remembered.

His little wolf thought he was a whore.

And Sergei would teach the idea out.

Hell, fuck the idea out of him.

"So pretty," Sergei breathed against Katya’s chest, the chocolate nubs a call that Sergei Moskowsky would answer.

"Vladimir..."

"Yes, Solnyshka..."

"The sheets..."

"Focus on me, little wolf. Not the sheets."

When Sergei wrapped his mouth around Katya’s nipple, he learned a few things about Katya Romanov.

The omega had a perfect body arch, especially each time Sergei’s tongue played with the nipple. One that had Sergei growling a few times because the thought of someone else touching his omega was driving him feral.

He also learned that his omega was sensitive as fuck. Responsive. And Sergei leaned into that.

"Vla..." Katya would try a few times when the pleasure was too much.

But he never really got to finish his words because they somehow transitioned into helpless moans as Sergei nibbled, sucked, and hit his nipple while playing with the other.

It was a cycle that had Katya writhing and crying from too much pleasure, and Sergei not once stopping.

Because his Solnyshka deserved better.

Even as he kissed his way down, leaving Katya’s nipples sensitive and ruined with kisses. The omega’s chest was a canvas of bite marks that screamed Sergei Moskowsky.

The alpha hadn’t hesitated.

Not once.

"Let me hear you. Don’t hold back your screams and moans, Solnyshka," was the second lesson Katya learned in the night, as his ass shook from the endless smacks from Sergei, a teacher determined to make sure his student didn’t forget just how precious he was.

"You’re not loud or annoying for being expressive. I could listen to you all day. But until then, you don’t make a sound, I stop," a third lesson when Katya had tried to muffle his moans, scared that Sergei would be creeped out.

And now the lessons were being put into practice very gracefully.

Every kiss.

Every touch.

Every arch.

Katya didn’t hide from Sergei. Didn’t hold back his moans.

"Look at you... Your little cocklet, hard. Dripping... Fuck, Solnyshka," Sergei said, staring at Katya’s dick.

His mouth had stopped right above it, staring like it was yet another pretty thing he was learning about Katya.

"A... Alpha..." Katya whined when Sergei rubbed his thumb on the slit of Katya’s dick.

"It hurts," Katya cried, not once pulling back.

His ass was red by now, and while he was still determined to be a brat, he was so hard he felt like he was about to explode.

Fuck.

"Oh yeah? Need help with it?" Sergei teased, and Katya arched his back with every kiss Sergei left on his stomach, intentionally avoiding the dick he was playing with.

"I... Ple... Please," Katya begged when it was too much.

"Solnyshka..." Sergei chuckled, looking up at Katya from below, and boy, was it a sight that Sergei didn’t mind.

The omega was flushed, whining, smelling so damn good and still desperate for relief that only he could give him. Now.

"So hard, alpha... hurts... Help," Katya whined desperately, and Sergei smirked at him before kissing Katya’s tip so gently.

It was something that Katya hadn’t expected, judging by the way he tried to pull back.

But Sergei’s hand on his hip kept the omega put, while Sergei kissed the tiny shaft that was already leaking.

"Alpha..." Katya breathed with every kiss.

Then Sergei kissed downward, ignoring his still hard dick. Ignoring the way that Katya was leaking for him.

The alpha willed himself not to focus on the wet rim, or even the mess his omega had already made on the bed.

Instead, he kissed Katya’s thighs, biting softly occasionally as he worked his way down to Katya’s feet.

It was a sight that confused the hell out of Katya.

On one hand, he was curious to see why the fuck was happening, but on the other, he was conflicted because Sergei was kissing his legs, his feet, and it felt awfully good.

"You’re a work of art, Solnyshka," Sergei whispered as he kissed the inside of Katya’s feet.

"So magnificent," the alpha peppered kisses on his toes.

"Ngh..." Katya’s breath hitched.

"So sweet," Sergei chuckled.

Then he put Katya’s toe thumb in his mouth.

And sucked, much to Katya’s horror.