Chapter 460: The Moon?? Will Sing Rewards For The Good

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"I’ll make us dinner," Katya volunteered when the clock struck seven, and Sergei got up. Katya knew by heart how well his alpha always took care of him.

When he’d returned, Katya had not expected the emptiness that had been his penthouse. Part of him had thought Sergei stayed in his penthouse because he missed him too much. But there was nothing.

No fresh rainforest scent at all.ℴ

And Katya had asked Elara about it. About what Sergei’s life was like in the past five weeks.

What he’d learned broke his heart for his alpha.

He knew Sergei had been suffering without him, but learning everything that happened after Katya was taken was heart-shattering.

The alpha had really tried his very best to be good for Katya.

"I’m... but I always make us dinner..." Sergei said, genuinely confused.

"Let me take care of you, alpha. You’ve been taking care of everyone while falling apart. You don’t have to anymore. Not with me. We’re partners. Remember?" Katya said, and Sergei stared sheepishly.

He didn’t know what to do now.

"Can I help at least? I don’t want you working yourself up," Sergei said, and Katya sighed.

Of course he knew Sergei wouldn’t just want to stand on the sidelines.

The alpha’s love language for Katya was always service. He was always the one who took care of Katya, even when Katya wanted to care for him.

"Of course. You can pass me the spoons and knives," Katya said sternly, like that was all his alpha was allowed in the kitchen this evening.

"But—"

"Spoons, or you go wait in the living room for me to be done," Katya said, and Sergei shut up.

For three seconds.

"I’m not used to being useless, though," Sergei whined, and Katya sighed.

"Then find other ways to keep yourself busy, Vladimir."

And well...

Forty-five minutes into the kitchen and Katya was learning the hard way that Sergei did, in fact, have endless ways to keep himself busy in the kitchen.

And most of them...

Involved eating Katya out.

In the kitchen.

Sergei on his knees, alternating between sucking Katya off and sinking his face between Katya’s ass cheeks like he’d found heaven in there.

Swallowing every drop like he was being careful in the kitchen.

Slurping hungrily like a starved barbarian.

To be fair... he was starved.

Had been starved.

Five weeks of no contact with Katya. A month of loneliness and without his Solnyshka’s scent.

"You can’t jus—" Katya whined when Sergei forced a third orgasm out of him.

So somewhere along the way Katya had turned into a moaning mess of alpha and Vladimir, while the alpha in question...

"Focus on cooking, Moy lyubim."

Oh, the absolute audacity of the madman to pleasure him and still think Katya would function well on shaking legs and overstimulated nipples, not to mention the fact that Sergei had bitten his mark... Again.

Now every touch from the man felt electric. Every claim. Every lick.

Katya was so hazed he’d had to turn off the gas at some point.

"Alpha... please..." Katya whined when Sergei ’accidentally’ ripped his shirt off. The remaining piece of fabric on Katya that had been keeping Katya barely functional under the apron.

"So beautiful..." his alpha slurped.

"My sweet omega," Sergei praised, and Katya keened, determined to please.

"Alp—" Katya tried, but his mind was a mess. His body ached with desire; his sanity had probably left the moment Sergei had dismissed the staff and sent them to their homes, the moment Katya stepped into the kitchen.

"You’d let me take you here, wouldn’t you?" Sergei breathed, pulling himself from the cold floor he’d been kneeling on for a while now.

And Katya nodded, too desperate and lost to form proper sentences.

"But we’re supposed to be cooking," Sergei teased, making Katya let out a choked sound.

"Pl... please... Give it to me," Katya whined, turning so they were facing each other.

The stove was still hot, and Katya could feel the heat of it all, but he wanted a different kind of heat.

"Feel... So... empty," he cried.

And Sergei kissed his tears away, licking them while his hands worked Katya’s dick dedicatedly.

"Give me one more and maybe... Maybe I’ll fill you up," Sergei chuckled, but Katya was too spent. He wasn’t sure he could.

His alpha had drowned him dry. Fuck.

"I can... I can’t..."

"Yes, you can, lyubim... You’re my good boy, aren’t you?" Sergei breathed into Katya’s ears, his hand not relenting.

"Alpha..."

"My beautiful good boy," Sergei praised as more tears fell down Katya’s face.

He licked them sensually, swallowing every drop while Katya watched hopelessly.

"Just one more, my beautiful Solnyshka," Sergei’s hand moving fast on Katya’s dick, and then Katya was close...

When he was finally giving it...

Sergei stopped.

Pulled back.

"Wh... No... Please, please, alpha... Let me c—" he whined prettily, only for him to be turned and bent against the kitchen counter.

Sergei didn’t wait.

He’d long prepped him.

So when he pushed in, hard, the warmth of Katya’s hole, a familiar feeling he’d never get enough of, Sergei didn’t let him adjust.

He pulled out, only to plunge back in, hard.

"Only on my dick, lyubim... THAT’S how you get your final release for now," Sergei whispered, his breath hot on Katya’s back as he fucked in and out, his omega presenting even more for him.

Soon enough, Katya Romanov was a babbling mess again.

He came on Sergei’s dick, twice, his release pooling on the kitchen floor. He’d missed this. Missed being ruined by his Vladimir. Missed being wrecked so harshly.

And he gave his all too.

Constantly presenting.

Whining for more.

Begging.

Crying.

Katya was a mess by the time Sergei pulled out.

"Don’t want you wasting a drop," the alpha suddenly whispered, and before Katya could comprehend, he was plugged.

Finally.

He’d waited for this for months.

He never thought he’d ever get Sergei to plug him full again after the first time all those months ago.

But now...

Now he was plugged.

Filled by his alpha, knotted, and bloated, he wasn’t sure he was seeing things clearly.

But he didn’t care.

His Vladimir was here.

His alpha.

"Thank you," he cried in relief, and Sergei couldn’t help but chuckle at how messed and wretched his omega was.

"Now that I had my dessert, I’ll make us both dinner before dessert again," Sergei chuckled softly, and Katya didn’t complain.

He couldn’t function properly, not when his mind was filled with the promise of another knot from his alpha.

So when Sergei carried him to the couch and cleaned him up, Katya lay there, a smile on his face, even as he drifted to sleep.

"My beautiful Solnyshka..." Sergei breathed as he watched the sleepy omega in awe.

Gods, Katya was perfect.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing Katya’s forehead as he pulled the fluffy blanket over him.

"I love you so much," he mumbled again, and Katya smiled tiredly at him.

"Sleep... with me," Katya teased, and Sergei laughed lowly at that.

"After I make us dinner, my beautiful. After dinner. Rest; I’ll wake you up when I’m done."

"It was my turn... to make dinner," Katya sighed sleepily.

"You did, Moy lyubim. You did," Sergei said as Katya’s eyes fluttered closed.

He stayed watching him a few moments, taking in the sight he’d been deprived of for five weeks. His Solnyshka this close to him. His Solnyshka covered in his rainforest scent.

Sergei marcelled at the omega he’d been granted by fate. At the fresh mark he’d made on Katya’s neck, like a man who wanted to know Katya was real.

He was.

He really was.

And Katya had bared his neck for Sergei to mark; his eyes had told the alpha the same thing.

"I’m real, alpha. I’m back with you."

Which was why Sergei lingered longer than he planned to when Katya fell asleep. He was scared this was a dream, and he didn’t want to wake up.

But he had to.

He’d make them dinner.

So he checked the doors to make sure no one would take his omega again.

Only when he was certain did he go to the kitchen, clean it up, and make them both dinner.

Through it all, Sergei only had one thought.

They would pay. All of them.

Even if Sergei had to risk being seen as a monster by Katya.

But did Katya look at him differently when the omega had simply said, "She deserved it," when he saw the footage of Sergei torturing Belyaeva?

Oh, Sergei.