Chapter 411: Somewhere Between The Bottom And The Summit

[FROLO]

Breakfast was quiet and comfortable even as the television replayed Alek’s absurdity. Katya saw and felt Sergei flinch a few times throughout it all, with his eyes glancing at Mr. Romanov each time.

But Mr. Romanov wasn’t even mad at Sergei. If anything, he just stared at the screen, bored, like he was wondering if this was what Aleksandr had thought long and hard about and decided to go with.

When breakfast was done, the Romanov parents went to work as usual, leaving Sergei and Katya in the manor with the staff.

"Solnyshka..."

"You smell like me," Katya said proudly, nuzzling closer to Sergei now that they were alone.

"Let’s go for a walk," Katya added before Sergei could say another word.

"A walk?"

"Yup. Lemme show you around the Romanov estate," Katya said, and Sergei let out a soft chuckle.

"That’s... normal?"

"Not in those clothes, no. We need to get you a change of clothes," Katya said before he got up and pulled Sergei toward his bedroom.

"Soln—"

"Don’t think about anything today. No war. No Aleksandr and his damn bratva. Just nothing," Katya said.

"I’m thinking of you," Sergei breathed hoarsely as the door shut behind them.

"Nuh-uh... Nope. Not today... We are going to the farm and to see the estate. Like normal people," Katya rambled, trying to keep as much distance between him and Sergei.

The same Sergei who was just leaning against the door with a playful smirk on his face as Katya rushed to his closet to find clothes that were big enough for Sergei to wear.

"I didn’t do anything," Sergei laughed, and Katya snorted.

"Righttt, because I don’t know my boyfriend. Nice try."

"That’s judgmental," Sergei argued, and Katya glared at him, right before Sergei pushed memories of a pleasured, writhing, desperate Katya beneath him into Katya’s head through the bond.

Katya stilled.

For starters... What the fuck?

Also... He’d known that true mates could share memories and let others see what they were thinking, but he absolutely did not expect his realization of how true that shit was to happen inside his parents’ manor and with his boyfriend standing smugly.

Oh, this little shit.

’We could remake these memories,’ Sergei said in Katya’s head, and Katya stiffened. What the fuck did he know about the true mate bond if he was constantly surprised like this?

’Or spend the day in here... Your mama said the room is soundproof... Wanna test it, little wolf?’ Sergei added in Katya’s head, and Katya groaned.

His scent was already sweetening, and he could feel his slick pooling.

But he was strong, right? Just because his boyfriend looked so fucking good and smelled like heaven didn’t mean they could postpone the tour around the estate, right?

’Your hands against the wall, bent over like that... I’d let you milk me to hell,’ Sergei continued, and Katya had to stop this time.

"You are not helping, Vladimirrrr," Katya groaned loudly, and Sergei just stared at him, still leaning against the door.

"I did nothing, Solnyshka... But you don’t sound alright, my little wolf... Do you need help finding me clothes? Should I strip already?" Sergei asked, and Katya glared at him, still determined to see this through.

But then Sergei was being a menace.

One that Katya knew and understood so well.

So Katya tried something too.

If Sergei wanted to play this game, Katya would do it well.

Instead of sending memories or talking to Sergei through their bond, Katya looked right into Sergei’s eyes, challenging him.

"Well, if you don’t want to change into more comfortable clothes for the estate tour, I’ll change first... maybe give you motivation," Katya smirked before he took off his office clothes.

The omega wasn’t naked underneath it all.

If anything...

"The tour can wait," Sergei swallowed thickly as he turned the lock on the door.

"Stay back; we are going out for the tour," Katya teased when his shirt fell, and his chocolate nubs were visible.

Sergei couldn’t breathe.

"It’s just a farm, Solnyshka..." Sergei strained to speak as he looked at Katya, watching as every piece of clothing fell off to reveal lingerie underneath.

Was Katya trying to kill him?

"I wear these daily... To work... My coworker Greg doe—" Katya said, and Sergei closed the distance between them fast.

"Greg?" Sergei growled possessively, his hand on Katya’s neck pressing a little.

"He said he loves farming," Katya said, and Sergei’s eyes darkened with jealousy.

"Little wolf," he warned.

"Think I’ll give him a tour of the estate when he comes over... since you don’t need one," Katya laughed, and Sergei...

Ripped the red lace that covered Katya’s ass cheeks.

"You’re buying me another one," Katya glared at him before adding...

"Greg recommended that lingerie sho—"

Sergei carried Katya and threw him onto the bed.

"I take that as a ye—"

"Keep talking about Greg, and you won’t get out of this room," Sergei warned, and Katya raised a brow at him, daring the alpha to keep his word.

"You sound jealous of Greg, alpha... Is it because he likes farming?" Katya asked curiously and dangerously casually, like he didn’t know what he was doing.

"I am NOT jealous of Greg," Sergei grunted.

"Okay, then I’ll just take him around the estate then," Katya said, and this time Sergei turned him so the omega was face-first into the covers. Then he pulled Katya back so the omega was presenting to him.

Katya didn’t fight the touch or control.

Not when he was arched so well and on his knees on the bed for Sergei. He was ready, dripping wet. His sweet scent was all over the room already, and Sergei’s strong rainforest pheromones overpowered him just like he loved it.

"You won’t give him a tour of this estate," Sergei said, and Katya laughed at him, only to be met with harsh spanks on his butt cheeks.

"Oww... It’s just a farm!" Katya laughed still. Then he heard the sound of a zipper opening, and fuck if the omega didn’t lick his lips even as he swayed his ass in front of Sergei, the grip Sergei had on him something that had him leaking.

"Just a farm? Someone else can give them the tour then," Sergei groaned, spreading Katya’s ass cheeks before thrusting in harshly, filling Katya up instantly.

"I’m the... the Romanov heir... I know the estate better than any worker here," Katya insisted.

Then...

"Move... Al... Alpha," he whined needily, pushing himself toward Sergei, making sure Sergei was buried to the hilt.

"Okay... Let’s go farming," Sergei said, pulling out, only for Katya to clench hard around him.

"Don’t you DARE," Katya groaned.

"I thought you wanted to give Greg a tour of the estate?" Sergei challenged.

"I’ll be good, alpha... So, so good," Katya whined, not once letting go.

"For Greg?" Sergei spat in distaste.

"No... Never for Greg... Only for alpha... My alpha..." Katya cried prettily, turning his head to the side, desperate to look at Sergei even if the position didn’t do much to let him.

"I don’t know, Solnyshka... You sounded so convinced that you’d give Greg the tour," Sergei teased, and Katya groaned, clenching his teeth desperately.

"No, Greg... just alpha... Romanov employees don’t have anything... anything that could have them inside our estate," Katya explained deliriously, Sergei’s scent driving him nuts.

"Fill me up, alpha... Breed your omega full..." Katya begged, fully presenting for his alpha.

Breed your omega.

Breed.

Sergei didn’t think about this being the Romanov manor or even that the Romanovs would know what he did with Katya after they left.

The alpha’s control snapped, much to Katya’s pleasure.

The estate tour had just been... postponed.