What's Wrong With Being An Omega Nanny?-Chapter 153: Cold Shower!

Chapter 153: Cold Shower!
After dinner, everyone went to their rooms. The dining room had been lively during the meal, with the twins chattering about the videos and how much they liked the pasta, Vale and Vera talking about the video they’d uploaded, and Ethan sharing a few stories from work to keep things light. Jace had mostly listened, stealing glances at Elias, while Viktor sat at the head of the table, quiet but watchful.
The food was all gone... plates scraped clean, bread basket empty... and the table cleared with everyone’s help. Viktor even gave Ethan and Jace a guest room for the night, down the hall from the twins, with fresh towels and everything they needed. "Make yourselves comfortable," he said, his voice neutral. "Leave in the morning when it’s safe."
Ethan thanked him, and Jace nodded gratefully, though he felt a bit out of place in the big house.
Elias went to stay with the twins and Lila first, as he often did when they asked for bedtime stories. Their room had bunk beds for the boys and a single bed for Lila nearby, toys scattered on the floor and nightlights glowing softly. The three kids were already in their pyjamas, brushing teeth and jumping into bed excitedly. "Story time!" Dante called as Elias entered.
"Yeah, tell the one about the dragon again!" Dario added, climbing to the top bunk.
Lila sat on her bed, hugging a stuffed bear. "Or the one with the lost prince?"
Elias smiled, sitting on the edge of Lila’s bed. "How about a new one? About three brave kids who saved a kingdom from a sleepy monster."
The twins cheered, and Lila pressed her lips together, wondering if it wasn’t too childish but she was going to listen anyway. Elias started the story, his voice low and animated, making funny voices for the characters and pausing for dramatic effect.
The kids listened wide-eyed, laughing at the silly parts and gasping at the exciting ones. He described the kids finding a magic map, fighting goofy guards with tickle spells, and waking the monster with a big song. By the end, when the kingdom threw a party for the heroes, the twins were yawning, eyes heavy, and Lila was curled up under her blanket.
"And they lived happily ever after," Elias finished softly.
Dante mumbled, "That was good..."
Dario was already snoring lightly.
Lila whispered, "Thanks, brother."
He kissed her forehead and tucked the boys in better, turning off the main light and leaving the nightlights on. "Sleep tight, you three."
They slept off quickly, the room quiet with their soft breathing. Elias watched them for a minute, a fond smile on his face. These moments made the safe house feel like home.
He headed back to his room, the hallway dark and silent. The house had settled for the night. His room was at the end. He changed into his nightwear slowly, the air chilly as winter crept in. He pulled on thick pants and a long-sleeve shirt because of the cold, rubbing his arms for warmth. He wanted to grab a thick sweater from the closet, but changed his mind... it was late, and he was tired. Instead, he grabbed the thick duvet from the bed’s foot and wrapped it around himself as he sat down.
He wanted to watch the video that Vera and Vale had told him about... the one they’d uploaded tonight with the family cooking or whatever fun thing they’d filmed. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, but his hand paused. He couldn’t turn it on. Not yet. His mind kept drifting to Viktor... who had whispered that threat-promise about sneaking in through the spare door.
Elias stared at it now, the plain door on the wall opposite his bed, usually ignored. It connected to Viktor’s room, he knew that much, but he’d never used it. The thought of Viktor coming through made his stomach twist with a mix of annoyance and something else he didn’t want to name.
He got off the bed suddenly, the duvet falling. He rushed to the main door, opening it quietly and peeping into the hallway. No one was outside... the house was still, lights off. He immediately locked it, the click loud in the silence. Since he didn’t have the key to the spare door... and probably never would... he grabbed a sturdy wooden chair from his desk and pulled it over. It scraped a bit on the floor, but he positioned it under the handle of the spare door, wedging it tight. He placed a hand on his waist, pushing against the door to test it. It didn’t budge. Satisfied, he sighed and walked back to the bed, mumbling to himself, "I don’t want to see Viktor at all tonight."
He climbed under the thick duvet, pulling it up to his chin for warmth. The bed was soft, and he tried to relax, but his mind wandered. He took out his finger from under the covers and started counting silently... how long since his last heat had passed. The cycles were regular, but time flew when life was busy.
He wondered when the next one would hit, the symptoms already faint but building sometimes. He checked his watch on the nightstand... five days remaining until the estimated start. He didn’t expect time to pass so fast. If five days came, he’d have to meet someone to help with his heat again. The thought made him rub the back of his neck. He wondered if his pheromones were already leaking out a little. The room smelled normal to him, but maybe not.
He suddenly heard the key turning in the spare door lock... a soft click that made him curse under his breath.
"Damn it." He stood up fast, the duvet falling, and grabbed a heavy vase from the shelf... something to hold, just in case, though he was sure it was Viktor. The door pushed, but the chair stopped it, holding firm.
Viktor leaned in through the small gap, his voice low. "Elias, open the door."
Elias shook his head, even though Viktor couldn’t see it fully. "No. I told you I won’t open it. Just go back to your room and sleep."
Viktor pushed a bit more, but the chair held.
"Come on. Let me in."
Elias crossed his arms. "I said no. I’m tired."
Viktor sighed on the other side.
"I’ll be very busy tomorrow... the war stuff starts full force. I want to end it in a week with the Corleone’s help, so I might not return home during that period. Long days, maybe nights away. I wanted to spend one last night with you."
Elias remained silent for a moment, leaning against the wall. The words tugged at him a little... he knew the war was dangerous, and Viktor always carried that weight. But he was still annoyed. "Go spend it with your kids then. They’re right down the hall."
Viktor chuckled softly. "I did go to them earlier. They were asleep... out like lights after your story, I bet."
Elias sighed, the fight going out of him a bit. He dropped the vase on the table with a thud and pulled the chair away. He opened the spare door fully, letting Viktor in. Viktor stepped through, holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand and two glasses in the other, a small smile on his face.
Elias shook his head as he closed the door. "I’m a bad drinker. You know that."
Viktor nodded, setting the glasses on the nightstand. "I know. That’s why I brought a smaller glass for you." He held up a shot-sized one and a regular tumbler.
Elias closed the door after Viktor entered, locking the main one again out of habit. Viktor pulled the chair toward the bed and tapped the mattress for Elias to sit. Elias sat on the edge opposite Viktor, who took the chair, pouring the drink carefully. The liquid glugged into the glasses, a rich amber colour.
They started drinking in silence at first, the alcohol burning a warm path down. Viktor took a sip, then set his glass down.
"I don’t know if I’ll come back alive from this push. Been lucky all these years... the war happens every season, and I’ve survived. But it’s always there, the fear. I’m not the kind of person who should be a Mafia boss. I’ve never wanted it. But I have to... for my father, for the family legacy."
Elias listened quietly, the little he’d drunk already making his head fuzzy, warmth spreading. He didn’t know how to react... Viktor rarely opened up like this. The vulnerability in his voice was new, raw. Elias took another sip from his small glass, the burn less sharp the second time.
Viktor continued, staring at his glass. "My father was the one before me and he built part of what I took over. He expected me to take over. I do it for the kids too... they deserve security. But some nights, I wonder if it’s worth it."
Elias nodded slowly, the alcohol loosening his tongue a bit.
"It’s a lot. Anyone would be scared."
Viktor looked up, his eyes searching Elias’s face. "You get it. That’s why I wanted tonight... just us, no war talk or family stuff."
Elias felt the tipsiness growing, his cheeks warm. He was holding back the urge building... the alcohol mixing with his nearing heat making him want to lean in, bite Viktor’s neck or kiss him hard. He swallowed every time Viktor’s Adam’s apple moved as he spoke or drank, the sight distracting.
Viktor stopped talking suddenly and sniffed the air. "Do you smell something sweet? Like... candy or flowers?"
Elias shook his head, sniffing around the room. "No. Why?" He leaned closer to Viktor. "Sniff me... maybe it’s coming from me."
Viktor leaned in, nose near Elias’s neck, inhaling. His eyes darkened. "Yeah... It’s you. Your heat’s coming soon... that yummy scent. Glad no one’s around to smell it but me."
Elias laughed, the alcohol making him bolder. He grabbed Viktor’s larger glass before Viktor could stop him. "Hey..."
But Elias downed the rest in one go, the burn strong. He dropped the empty glass on the bed, lowered his head, and climbed onto Viktor’s lap, suddenly straddling him.
Viktor blinked, hands going to Elias’s waist. "Elias, what are you doing?"
Elias placed a finger on Viktor’s lips. "Shh. I just want a bite."
Viktor frowned. "Bite of what?"
Before he could finish, Elias ripped Viktor’s shirt open, buttons popping, and licked his Adam’s apple slowly. Viktor flinched, body reacting instantly, heat pooling.
Elias didn’t stop, licking down to Viktor’s nipples, teasing with his tongue as Viktor held back a moan, hands gripping Elias’s hips tighter. Viktor was enjoying it, the sensation overwhelming, until Elias bit his Adam’s apple... hard but not breaking skin. Viktor wanted to pull him away, but Elias was too strong in the moment, fueled by tipsiness and building heat. He kept biting, sucking, licking, whispering hot against skin.
Viktor groaned low. "Should we move to the bed?"
"Bed? I..."
Elias was about to answer, eyes glazed, when suddenly he puked over Viktor’s shoulder and chest, then slumped, falling asleep instantly.
Viktor shook his head, wiping a bit with his torn shirt. "Expected that... you lightweight." He looked down at his hard-on, sighing. "Cold shower it is then."