Chapter 349: What A Bright Future He Had

[FROLO]

Seeing Sergei stagger to the bathroom had been one of the most fulfilling things Katya had ever seen. His composed alpha, who wasn’t composed anymore. His steady alpha who didn’t look like he had his shit together in the craziest of places.

And where he saw people rushing out of the lower men’s room that was usually populated because of its access to the central bit of the club, Katya knew he didn’t have to try as hard to get to Sergei.

He already knew where he was.

And he could already imagine him trying to regain control. Probably standing in front of the mirror like he was in some therapy session.

Katya knew it was dangerous, what he had done to the alpha, what he was still doing: walking toward the bathroom in his very daring outfit and with alphas staring at him. But he couldn’t care less about anyone’s opinion. All he wanted was his alpha.

His very, very bothered alpha.

And then he heard the sound of the mirror breaking.

By all accounts, Katya should have stayed outside, not pushed the door, daring the alpha to try and shoo him away. And fuck if Katya didn’t find himself falling even more in love with a disoriented Sergei with bruised lips and cut skin.

The man who had never let anyone land a hit on him his whole career had finally gotten himself looking rough and bothered.

Katya loved that.

Sure, he wasn’t all for violence, but Sergei fighting because he couldn’t claim Katya publicly was perfection. That was what Katya leaned into. Desperately. Hopefully. Because this man was all he wanted.

And when he called him sir, whining and his scent patch falling to the floor, Katya expected a bruised kiss.

Not... this.

Sergei Moskowsky on his knees before Katya, undoing Katya’s short buttons with his teeth while his hands snaked under the shorts, cupping Katya’s ass cheeks so tightly, squeezing occasionally.

And when the buttons didn’t come off as he wanted to, Sergei pulled his hands to the front, undid the buttons, pulled the fucking zipper down...

Then looked up at a confused Katya Romanov.

"Wh—" Katya tried, only to be shut by the sound of the mesh stockings he’d worn under his shorts being torn and Sergei pulling Katya’s dick out and into his mouth, before Katya could breathe another word.

And boy was Sergei’s mouth warm. So fucking warm and welcoming, Katya was losing his mind.

The alpha didn’t say a word to Katya anymore, not even when Katya’s shorts fell to his knees. Not even when he sucked Katya’s dick like a starving man.

He didn’t stop, not even when Katya’s thighs were shaking, and there were knocks outside the washroom. Not even when Katya’s scent sweetened and Sergei sucked like he was sucking the soul out of Katya Romanov.

The alpha didn’t stop.

Didn’t let go.

Not at the first orgasm.

Not at the second.

And certainly not at the third.

By the time Sergei pulled back, Katya’s slick pooled to the floor, some staining his shorts as Sergei neglected his hole.

"Alpha... Alpha, please," Katya begged, and Sergei smiled at him, kissing his balls when Katya was too spent.

The citrus scent was so demanding inside the washroom that if anyone could have been inside there, they probably would have suffocated. Not on Katya’s scent, though. Sergei would have killed them before they breathed enough of it.

"My beautiful little wolf," Sergei growled, carrying Katya to the sink on the other side of the washroom, whose mirror Sergei hadn’t broken yet.

"You’ve been bad, little wolf," Sergei said as he sat Katya on the space between the sinks, not caring that it was wet and cold.

Then he lifted Katya’s legs and folded the omega against the wall, so Katya’s ass was up in the air for Sergei to see.

"Look at you... dripping..."

"S... sir," Katya whined in pleasure and hunger, not to mention desperation for anything.

"So beautiful... yet so bad," Sergei’s hand came down on Katya’s ass, forcing a whine out of the omega again.

"Danced for alpha," Katya chuckled amid the whines, like he was not apologetic about what he’d done. Like if he had to do it again, Katya Romanov would slow dance just for Sergei to see him.

To watch him.

To undress him with his eyes again.

Gods, he was so whipped for the alpha everyone steered clear of.

"I know, Solnyshka... I know," Sergei said, pulling himself close, so Katya’s ass rubbed against his hard-on.

And Katya froze.

Eyes foggy, mind empty with nothing but...

"Knot... alpha, please," Katya whined, making Sergei smile at him.

Sergei unbuttoned his pants, ignoring the sound of them falling to his feet, or even the possibility that his ass was bare for everyone to see since he hadn’t even bothered to lock the door.

Then Sergei pulled it out.

The object of Katya’s desire. The one thing Katya had wanted for so long now.

"Knot... want knot," Katya begged, crying so prettily.

Maybe that was why Sergei tore what remained of Katya’s mesh stockings covering his ass. And he grabbed his hard dick, and pressed it against Katya’s entrance.

He was hard, thick, long, and red at the tip.

He was hungry for Katya Romanov too. So very hungry.

"You gonna let me fuck you here like this?" Sergei teased, his bulbous head resting right at the entrance. And Katya loved that feeling. He would do anything for it.

"Only for alpha... only for alpha..." Katya babbled, and Sergei watched in awe as Katya let go. He wasn’t even trying to be proper anymore. He wanted Sergei. Painfully too. Because Sergei could see the way Katya’s dick stood against Katya’s abdomen.

"You’d let me push in, wouldn’t you?" Sergei teased, and Katya pulled himself forward. Desperate for more. Nodding like that was all he’d been doing for.

And Sergei pushed in.

Just the tip.

Enough to give Katya a taste of what was coming, but not the full experience.

Sergei thrust in slowly, not pushing his length in. Just teasing at the entrance. In. Out. And Katya cried, begged for more. But Sergei didn’t give him more.

Continued the rhythm, and when Sergei was close, the alpha stepped back, pulling completely from Katya.

"What? No... give it to me," Katya cried.

Sergei smiled at him, kissing Katya so harshly before he pulled back and turned to one of the stalls.

And emptied himself in there.

Katya had never seen such cruelty in his life.

"That... that’s mine," he whined, too tired and too weak to get himself up from the sink.

Sergei had left him legs shaking and limbs tired from all the touches and kisses, and gods be damned if Katya didn’t want to crawl there and kneel like Sergei had knelt before him.

He watched Sergei wipe himself clean before tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling his pants up.

Oh, how Katya had never hated decency that much.

"Yours, always," Sergei smiled as he turned back to Katya after flushing it all down. And Katya glared at him, like he was about to snuff the life out of this barbarian.

"I don’t like you now," Katya whined, and Sergei just pulled him into a bruising kiss before exploring Katya’s body, eating the omega out and forging two more orgasms out of him. By the time he was done, Katya was a mess of "I hate you" and "I don’t like alpha anymore."

"When you deserve my knot, little wolf, I’ll give it to you anywhere. Even a bathroom like this," Sergei cooed as he dressed Katya up, occasionally kissing his face, temple, and neck. Grazing Katya’s scent gland with his teeth too.

"Promise?" Katya whined.

"Alpha promises. Now sleep, little wolf," Sergei said before he carried Katya outside the bathroom, ignoring the stares he was getting.

It was quite the sight, really, Sergei Moskowsky carrying an omega covered in his suit outside through the back door of the club. It was like he’d kidnapped the omega, though no one squeaked a word.

Instead, they watched the alpha disappear into his car and drive away with the omega in his passenger seat.

"Alpha," Katya whispered as Sergei drove away.

"Little wolf..."

"I’ll start preparing every day," Katya chuckled.

"For what, Solnyshka..."

"I’ll buy bigger dildos," Sergei swerved harshly, earning several honks from oncoming cars.

"WHAT?"

"Alpha is very big," Katya chuckled.

"His knot will rip me apart," he licked his lips.

"I’ll be a good omega and practice," he traced Sergei’s thigh.

"Knot in all hol—" Sergei stepped on the emergency brakes.

And Katya...

"I love you, alpha."

Then. He. Fell. Asleep.