Chapter 361: A Bullet To The Head Was Far Safer Than This

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"Come in," Katya said when he pushed open the door, and Sergei stood stiff.

Looking around like he wasn’t sure he was allowed in there. It was a foreign concept to him because the only other bedrooms he’d walked into were his son’s back home and the old Romanov manor.

Sergei had a strict personal respect-privacy rule, and right now he wasn’t sure Katya wanted him in there. The scent of citrus was thicker in here, and Sergei didn’t need a reminder that this was Katya’s room in the Romanov manor.

"I... I don’t think your p—" Sergei began, only to be shushed when Katya dragged him inside, shutting the door right behind them.

"Solnyshka..." Sergei tried.

He was not here to have the katana slice him through, which was something he knew Mr. Romanov wasn’t opposed to at this point. Not that Sergei was looking forward to dying that way.

But he wouldn’t even fight Mr. Romanov if that was the fate the old man wanted for him.

Sergei was fucked.

"Lunch is in three hours, so we have so much time to spare," Katya said like he was not talking to a horrified Sergei who barely survived old Romanov’s glares.

"This is your space..." the alpha kept trying to be proper.

And Katya...

"And you’re my man."

Yeah, this menace would be the reason he died and would never be found again.

"Oh..." Sergei said, unsure what to say to that.

Honestly, Katya was proving to be way more dangerous to his sanity than his father. Had the Romanovs come together to test how much his heart could take in one day?

A bullet to the head was far safer than this.

Before Sergei could utter another word, while he stood stiff in the middle of the huge bedroom, there was a knock on the door.

"Coming!" Katya said, rushing toward it.

"Mama?" Katya spoke when Masha stood on the other side of the door.

Sergei almost considered jumping out the window.

How the fuck was he supposed to ever explain this to the woman? Gods, he’d won worse wars only to be ruined by love. What the fuck was he supposed to do in the one place he wasn’t even sure he should have been found by Masha Romanova of all the people?

"Hi... Again... Masha," the alpha stumbled over his words.

Masha sighed.

"You really need to get your boyfriend to loosen up, Michka. He looks like he’s about to have a stroke under the combat gear he’s wearing," Masha teased.

Katya just grabbed the cake his mother had brought, walked in, and put it on the table. Before he went back to the door.

"He’s fine, mama, go away," Katya shooed.

"I don’t mind having grandkids soon, Mr. Moskowsky... Also, just so you know, this room is very soundproofed... In case yo—" Masha added, much to Sergei’s horror.

And Katya...

"My boyfriend is not a baby-making machine, mama. Also, he’s mine, now shoo. I’ll bring him out for lunch... Or not. DO. NOT. DISTUUURRRBBBBB!!" Katya groaned.

Masha smiled mischievously at Sergei, who looked like he was so close to shooting himself in the head.

He really didn’t know what to do.

So, he just stood there awkward as fuck while the mother and son laughed lightly, and Katya shooed his mother away, making sure Masha was not lingering in the hallways.

"Ignore what she said, Vladimir," Katya said once he came back and locked the door, shutting them in, something that had Sergei raising a brow.

"It’s just... To keep mama out. She’s always nosy," Katya defended instantly, and Sergei chuckled darkly at him, amused.

"So, the room is not soundproofed?" Sergei asked, voice deep.

Katya choked on air.

"What?"

"That’s not an answer, little wolf," Sergei smiled as he took off his gear one by one.

Katya followed every movement.

The way Sergei stripped himself bare of his weapons. The way he looked far better without all that weight on him. And even better, when Sergei undid the strap on his thigh, Katya swallowed thickly.

"Solnys—"

"I wish I was in heat," Katya mumbled lowly.

Sergei stiffened.

What. The. Fuck.

"Y... You can’t just say things like that... your parents are two hallways away," Sergei breathed heavily, trying to be the reasonable one.

He had been so sure he’d survive today with Mr. Romanov, but he had to own that he’d have to survive another Romanov in here. Maybe this was the day he was doomed to fail regardless of how well he was prepared to be reasonable and keep his cool.

"Doesn’t matter when I want to bear your mark... I’d let everyone see. Let them know who I belong to... not just because of the bite, but your scent too. I’d carry it with me, always," Katya said, walking toward the alpha who was still very determined to be rational.

As a matter of fact, he kept replaying Mr. Romanov’s disapproving face each time he felt like he was about to lose control in this room with Katya.

It was the only way to keep his own scent and arousal from engulfing the entire room because otherwise Sergei knew that old man would ban him from seeing Katya again.

"Cake... I brought cake," Sergei said, forcing himself from his stance, though there was little control left for him while he was in a room that reeked of Katya Romanov.

"My Vladimir," Katya let out a soft laugh that confused the hell out of Sergei, but he couldn’t deny that that laughter had him relaxing. Because otherwise he didn’t know what the fuck he would do with the Romanovs outside.

"You look flustered, alpha," Katya teased.

Sergei sat on the bed, his breaths evening out.

But even that didn’t last long.

Because one moment he was seated and the next, Katya was seated on him.

Yeah, he was doomed to die today.

"Wh— Solnyshka..." Sergei tried, only for Katya to turn on the TV in the room before leaning his head on Sergei’s shoulder so his back was against Sergei’s chest.

"You’re a menace," Sergei forced out when Katya wiggled on his lap, and Sergei tried his very best to be normal about it. After all, he couldn’t really always be getting painfully hard at every interaction with Katya, right? Gods, he felt like a pervert.

"I don’t know... Alpha... Am I?" Katya turned to look at Sergei, whose eyes were already hooded.

"I am trying really hard to be respectful, and you’re making it hard, Solnyshka," Sergei said, and Katya just wiggled.

"I don’t want respectful, Mr. Moskowsky," Katya teased, lifting his ass so he was sitting right above Sergei’s very hard groin.

What the hell was Sergei supposed to do?

"I want my alpha," Katya laughed knowingly, pressing himself down hard, and Sergei’s grip on his waist tightened.

"Lyubim..." he pleaded, though it came off as a warning rather than a plea.

"Your father is right outside," Sergei tried, and Katya wiggled even more.

"Then let me choose a channel for us to watch, alpha," Katya said, rubbing himself on Sergei’s hard-on and, worse, pulling one of Sergei’s hands from his waist to his front.

"This is what you do to me, alpha," Katya groaned, as he guided Sergei’s hand into his pajama pants, and into his boxers, letting Sergei feel him.

"Solnyshka," Sergei whispered hoarsely as Katya wrapped his hand around his dick, then pulled his own hand out... Leaving Sergei’s hand inside his pajama pants, while he turned to the TV and picked a station.

"I got waxed for you, alpha," Katya whined lowly as his dick pulsed in Sergei’s hand.

"Such a good boy, hmm?" Sergei groaned, his self-control withering faster than the way his body was heating from the contact with Katya.

"Alpha’s good boy," Katya whined.

"My beautiful good boy," Sergei said, gently pulling his hand out, only to lick the precum stains on his hand, much to Katya’s delight.

"Knot, alpha," Katya whispered hopefully.

"Not. Here... Gonna fuck the bratty attitude out of you soon enough. Until then, we’re gonna watch stupid television and respect your father’s house," Sergei said.

For the first time, Katya didn’t complain.

Just nodded.

Then he put on a gay modeling runway show that was always on Saturdays...

"He’s got a really good body, alpha, don’t you think?" Katya asked as he grabbed a piece of the cake Sergei had somehow managed to slice for them.

"Solnyshka..."

"That alpha is really hot. He looks like he can fo—" Sergei shoved cake into Katya’s mouth.

But Katya wasn’t done.

"He’s got really nice beards; you should grow them too," Katya said minutes later, knowing damn well he was treading on dangerous ground.

"Damn, he looks like he smells good... I really should attend these shows physically. Svet and Andre gave me a ten-year pass weeks ago," he added, before getting up to check the pass in his drawer.

"Yup, still valid. Got it, he—" Sergei walked out, and Katya could swear he heard his mother’s voice.

When Sergei came back, he grabbed his armor off the table, cuffed Katya to his left hand, put his jacket on the cuffed arm, and walked out with Katya, ignoring the fact that the omega was still in pajamas.

The TV was still on, and the pass was ripped to pieces on the floor.

"I hope you have fun, boys!" Masha smiled.

Sergei nodded, not trusting his own words.

Katya, on the other hand, was a little too happy about being dragged away from his father’s house.

"They’re going to hang out with Svet and Andre," Masha explained to her frowning husband.

"Yeah, right, because I look like I know how to clean churches," the old man huffed as he watched his son and son-in-law disappear through the gates.