Chapter 330: Even During War, Princes Need Attention

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Katya smelled good.

Divine, perhaps.

His scent was fucking with Sergei’s mind.

But his taste?

Oh, the only way they’d manage to pull Sergei off this omega was if they killed the alpha.

He’d started slow, one finger alongside his tongue. Like he was testing to see how Katya would react.

And his overstimulated omega arched his body, spreading his legs wider than Sergei had ever dreamed of.

When he pushed his second finger into Katya’s waiting rim, the omega folded his legs above Sergei’s head, letting out pretty noises while the alpha breathed him in hungrily.

Yet even then, Sergei had been careful.

And Katya...

"I won’t break, alpha," he’d groaned, pushing himself toward Sergei, chasing the alpha’s fingers and tongue like he was in heat himself.

"Hmm," the alpha groaned against Katya’s rim, but didn’t change his pace.

Then came the third and fourth fingers.

At the same time.

And maybe Katya started realizing why his alpha had wanted permission to touch him. Because somewhere between the kitten licks and Sergei gently pushing his fingers past Katya’s hole, the omega felt his insides twist tighter than he’d ever thought possible.

"Al... Vladimir... Wait," Katya breathed, like he was learning what air was.

And Sergei...

He waited.

For Katya to adjust.

Even pulled his tongue out just so Katya would feel his fingers properly.

"Very... Very beautiful," Sergei growled in approval, kissing Katya’s shaft while he waited for Katya to adjust.

Then Katya began chasing his fingers, and Sergei looked up at the omega who was now supporting himself on his elbows, legs wide open, chest lifting up and down like he was practicing the art of breathing.

"So sweet," Sergei hummed against Katya’s shaft, kissing the omega’s tiny balls like he was in his little heaven.

And when he took them in his mouth, right as he began fucking his fingers into Katya, Katya felt his soul leave his body.

He was doomed.

Because now...

Sergei wasn’t holding back.

Wasn’t trying to ease him into it.

The alpha had taken one look at Katya’s face and decided it was time, and boy was it the kind of high Katya had always hoped for.

Sergei wasn’t gentle.

Not anymore.

Not in the way he fucked his fingers into Katya, forcing an orgasm out of the omega. Katya had lost count, really. He didn’t know if it was the fourth or the fifth or the sixth. All he knew was his body was still aching with need for more.

More from the man pleasing him and ruining him at the same time.

More from the man who watched him fall apart on his fingers only to lick him up clean and start over again.

So, Katya begged.

"Alp... Alpha..." he cried softly.

"You cry so prettily," Sergei groaned, pulling himself up just enough to kiss the tears away. And when his eyes met Katya’s, he stared a little longer, watching Katya’s eyes as he worked the omega open for him again.

"You have a pretty mouth, little wolf," Sergei teased, kissing softly.

"Would look so good wrapped around my dick," the alpha thrust his fingers still.

I’d ruin you... thrust... Watch you come untouched again... thrust... Shape this bratty little mouth...

"Alpha..."

"Look at you... Clenching so hard you’re gonna break my fingers, sweet thing," Sergei laughed playfully, and Katya clenched even harder.

"I want it all," Katya let out.

"Oh, yeah? Think you can take it?"

Katya nodded amid moans, high and too broken to form proper sentences again.

Sergei’s fingers circled inside him like the first time, sliding in and out harshly, dragging along Katya’s walls with a determination that had Katya’s eyes rolling to the back of his head.

And just like the first time when Sergei’s fingers curled, hitting the right spot, Katya cried his name out.

Screamed like he was not going to bother holding back. And he didn’t.

Not the first time those fingers had gone inside him, and not when they pulled out cruelly, leaving him empty and desperate.

"I need you... Please, alpha... I’ll be good... So good for you," he begged, the desire in his eyes a reminder of his shaking body, struggling to cope with Sergei’s touch and losing spectacularly as the alpha ripped him apart piece by piece.

"You haven’t been good, though, little wolf," Sergei chuckled lowly, bringing his slick-coated fingers to Katya’s mouth.

"Open."

The omega didn’t hesitate.

"Taste so sweet. So perfect... Such a pity you don’t deserve any more of this," Sergei laughed sinisterly as he watched Katya suck his wet finger desperately.

Hungrily.

"Please..." Katya begged.

"Only good boys get rewards, not bad boys who think they’re whores," Sergei said, his eyes never once leaving Katya’s.

Then he pulled his fingers from Katya’s mouth and dipped them right into his, licking like he’d found the best essence on it.

And when he’d licked his fingers clean...

"Sleep, my sweet little wolf," Sergei said, pulling himself back.

But Katya wouldn’t let go.

"Bad and unrelenting, hmm," Sergei pointed out when Katya wrapped his legs around Sergei’s waist, chasing his high. Gods, he was so empty.

He needed Sergei.

"Alpha..."

"I’ll take the guestroom," Sergei said, pulling Katya’s legs off of him ever so gently.

He knew the omega was sore already, and if they kept going, he wouldn’t be able to stop. But he also needed to remind Katya that this wasn’t just about sex for him.

Or the rut that was ruining him.

Sergei’s urge to claim Katya in all the seven ways to hell was intense. But not before Katya learned to look at himself differently.

Not before Katya saw himself the way Sergei saw him.

Beautiful and deserving of everything good the realm could offer

"Al... Alpha doesn’t want me anymore?" Katya asked softly, and Sergei laughed at the absurdity.

"Doesn’t want you?" Sergei chuckled darkly.

"Look at me, Solnyshka... I’m hard as hell for you... I want to fuck you six ways to Sunday, until you have to relearn the use of your legs.

"I wanna spend the rest of my days between your legs, lyubim, eating you out regardless of the place and setting," Sergei strained out, and Katya whimpered.

Sergei hated it.

But he had to do this.

"Then why won’t you?" Katya asked, as Sergei stared at him amusedly.

"Because when I fuck you stupid, it won’t be because you think you’re just some whore I need to work my rut through," Sergei said, tracing his hands down Katya’s face.

"When I mark you for the realm to see, it won’t be when you still have doubts about what you are to me, or even with you trying to rewrite Aleksandr’s notion of you," Sergei kissed Katya’s nose softly.

"I love you... Alpha," Katya murmured weakly.

"I know... Solnyshka... But I’m not going to be your tool to forget. When I claim you, little wolf... when I fuck you, it won’t be because you’re available for me, or giving in because my rut overpowered your senses," Sergei smiled like he wasn’t taking away Katya’s greatest need of the night.

"Alpha... please..." Katya arched, trying to hold on to Sergei for more.

"Sleep, Solnyshka," Sergei commanded, and Katya whined. He wanted to fight it. But he was an omega, and his alpha needed him to rest.

"I’ll give you my knot when you deserve it... Not a minute before," Sergei said, before he grabbed his shirt and wiped Katya clean, ignoring the omega’s pleas for more.

Somewhere in his cleaning, Katya fell asleep as Sergei had commanded.

Sergei changed the sheets, put Katya in his clean shirt, then tucked the omega in before he staggered out of the room despite every bone in his body demanding he go back in there and claim Katya.

He would.

Just not today.

And fuck did he know his rut was going to be punishing, especially judging by the way his body was burning with every step away from Katya’s bedroom.

But then he could manage, right?

After all, he’d suppressed his ruts for thirty years; what of now, when he happened to have an omega crying for him, begging for him, needing him, and him desiring him back with just the same intensity, no?

’Go back. CLAIM,’ his subconscious taunted him, pushing images of Katya falling apart on his tongue.

Of his Katya on his knees, begging to be fucked stupid.

Of his Katya’s legs around his neck because Katya wanted more of Sergei.

"No," the alpha willed himself away.

’He’s ready. Hole clenching on nothing, pulsing even in his sleep, and you’ll just walk away?’

"Shut up."

’He wants YOU.’

"I’m too tired to argue with my subconscious. Leave me be."

’Fine. You want to suffer? Happy rutting. Let’s see if you make it through to the morning.’

Well, as Sergei would learn barely an hour later...

Maybe...

Maybe his subconscious was right.

Fuck.

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[A/N]

* See y’all in civilization later lmfao