Chapter 10: Igor's Jealousy

“I have never seen Viktor perform as well as he did today in training,” Leonid beamed with happiness as we stood by the tracks on the field at the boxing club.

“I gave him some motivation and a pep talk this morning,” I chuckled, remembering how much c*m he poured into my hands. 

“Thank you, Nikolai. I will leave you to it,” Leonid stated. 

“Have a good evening,” I responded. He nodded and left me standing by the field staring up at the sky.

Looking at my watch, it was close to 10 p.m. The sky was clear and there were no stars in the sky. I walked toward the end of the field and ended up by the path that led to the swimming pool. I felt the water moving before I scented Igor. He looked like he was letting off steam as he swam across the pool over five times before getting out of the water. Grabbing a towel, he rubbed himself and then turned toward the exit, but stopped when he spotted me. His green eyes widened, his wet hair falling over his shoulders. 

“Why are you still training late at night?” I started the conversation as I walked toward him. 

“None of your business,” his deep voice boomed.

I moved close but Igor remained stoic, and it made my beast feel challenged. “You sound angry. Did I offend you in any way?” 

“No,” he snapped. “Are you leaving, or should I?” 

“Nope. I would like us to have a chat.” I smiled at him. 

“I have no words to say to you unless we are training. I don't want to be in your presence,” he deflected and looked away impatiently. “Why would I want to be in the presence of a person like you?”

“Like me? I would say that I am a perfect gentleman,” I smirked. 

“How dare you say that after what I heard in the locker room today?” he seethed as his green pupils flashed.

“What would you be angry about?” My eyes twinkled at him. 

“You are shameless. How dare you play with Viktor's feelings. Out of the four of us, he is the most vulnerable and the one who is hurt the most,” he seethed and stepped forward in defiance. 

“I am shameless. And I understand the concern for your brother. I would never play with his feelings. But what I sense from you is jealousy more than concern.” I raised an eyebrow as my eyes blazed at him.

He seemed surprised but recovered quickly. He sidestepped me and walked toward the changing room. “I have no time for your bullsh*t.”

He hadn’t reached the door before I moved to pin him on the wall beside the entrance of the changing room. He turned around to fight me off and I pretended to be weak by giving him a chance to attack, but it was just an opportunity to have him face me. I pressed him against the wall, and he gasped at my strength, his eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Do you want me?” I demanded. 

“Never,” he seethed.

I pressed myself against him and rubbed his crotch with me, ignoring his wet trunks that pressed on my dry pants.  

“Never? Your c*ck is threatening to spill out of your trunks with sheer lust,” I drawled as water droplets fell on my shirt. 

His eyes followed the way the water droplets made my shirt wet while I slowly rubbed our crotches, changing the tempo, feeling the way he gasped and was out of breath. Igor’s jealousy drove me crazy, and I ran my hands in his wet hair.

“Wh—what are you doing, Nikolai?” he whispered as my other hand went into the back of his trunk, slipping into his backside and grabbing his a*s.

“You are so firm… so sexy, Igor. So beautiful. Especially your eyes, they draw me in. And your broad shoulders and sexy body. Every time you train you make me awed at how sexy you make it look,” I whispered into his ear. Igor moaned and then grabbed my shirt. 

“Stop.” One word came from his mouth. 

I looked into his eyes and demanded, “Are you sure?” while rubbing his a*s. 

“Why would you do this?” He bared his teeth at me. “Please.” 

“Because you want it. You need it and I will give you what you need. You can deny it but your body would never deny what it wants,” I stated. 

“But you and Viktor?” His eyes showed how vulnerable he was. 

“So what, little one?” I pressed his crotch, and I could feel he was near his release. My hand slipped between his cheeks, and I rubbed his entrance which was already wet from being in the pool. The loud moan that escaped his mouth encouraged me and the minute I slipped a finger inside, Igor shattered and held on to my arms as his body heaved with release. He was ethereal and so expressive as he came down from the high. 

His eyes widened at what had transpired and he pushed me away with force. I allowed it because I could sense the confusion in his mind. He was different from Viktor who accepted what I took. Igor had a strong mind and was stubborn. 

“Move,” he instructed. 

“Fine.” I stepped back. We stood staring at each other. I sensed his cold demeanor had returned. “You will come to me, Igor. One way or the other.” 

“In your dreams. This was a mistake.” He moved aside and opened the changing room door.

“The sweet smell of your c*m is still fresh,” I teased him before he cursed and disappeared inside the changing room. 

Laughing, I walked back to the boxing ring and into my office that had been allocated by Timur. I took a shower, changed my clothes, and stepped out of the office. Vidam and Timur were already at the exit of the boxing club waiting for me. 

“My Lord,” they said in unison.

“Time to hunt,” I snickered.

We heard the sound of footsteps behind us. We stood in waiting as Igor appeared. His eyes darted between Timur and Vidam. Jealousy was laced on his face as he walked by and got into his car. He sped off, the tires squealing across the parking lot.

“What did you do, My Lord?” Timur whispered. 

“He is just being childish,” I laughed as we walked into the waiting Chrysler and left the boxing club. 

I could feel the stare that Vidam and Timur gave me as we sat in the car. They have so many questions, I’m sure. I ignored them and pretended to be taking a nap until we arrived at the entrance of the Fairfield residential. Vidam cleared his throat, and I snapped my eyes open. 

“Where are they?” I demanded. 

“The security team has informed me they are behind Igor’s car in front of us.” I pulled on the white fur coat, pushed my ponytail into the white mask, and covered my face. 

“You do realize that wearing white is like announcing who you are,” Timur smirked. 

“Even better,” I snickered before flying out of the car. 

I moved with speed and landed on top of the car that was following Igor with a thud, pushing out all my power. I banged the hood of the car with all my power and the car skidded and flipped over. I landed by the side, watching it roll over. Up ahead, the car that carried Igor entered the main gate to Fairfield without noticing the chaos behind them. 

I waited for the car to stop rolling, watching as it landed on its side. I sensed the wheels of the Escalade approaching before I saw it. The car door opened and Timur stood by my side. “My Lord,” he chuckled. 

Two men crawled out of the car covered in blood and groaning in pain. Vidam and Timur rushed to pin them down and stepped on their head as they cried in pain. 

“Who the f*ck sent you to follow that car?” Timur demanded as he pressed down on the man’s neck with his boot. The man screamed and Timur leaned down with a menacing look on his face. The man confessed, but his words were restricted by the pressure on his throat.

“Speak up,” I demanded. 

“Boris Eriks!”