Chapter 162: Heat (2)
Trevor lingered there, his lips resting on the mark as if it were sacred, the most important thing he’d ever touched. And for him, it was. Lucas was his life’s most important person.
The skin beneath his mouth was hot to the point of feverish, flushed with need and blood. He didn’t bite, though his canines ached with the memory of it. He didn’t press harder, though every cell in his body urged him to. Instead, he simply stayed.
His breath, cool from the night-chilled air of the room, ghosted over the damp, sensitive skin of the bond mark, and Lucas shivered violently, beautifully.
His omega.
The thought pulsed through Trevor with quiet finality, anchoring itself like a weight at the base of his spine. Not possession nor ownership, something he didn’t expect. Belonging. Lucas wasn’t beneath him, but with him, trembling and breathless and undone by nothing more than a kiss and the slow, steady presence of hands that had never hurt him.
Lucas’s scent was thick in the air now, sweet and warm and laced with the sharp edge of heat, like sun-warmed honey spilled across frozen stone. It clung to Trevor’s skin, got into his mouth, his lungs, and the fabric of his shirt. Every inhale made him dizzy with restraint, but he held himself there, unmoving, lips barely brushing the mark while his hand remained spread over Lucas’s heart.
He could feel every beat. Fast. Erratic. Desperate.
The hand at Lucas’s neck tightened ever so slightly, fingertips slipping into sweat-dampened hair. The strands were soft, finer than Trevor remembered, and warm with trapped heat. His thumb swept over the skin behind Lucas’s ear just once, where the nerves were most sensitive, and the reaction was immediate.
Lucas gasped, a soft, choked sound that hitched high in his throat. His thighs tensed around one of Trevor’s legs, his hips stuttering without meaning to, and his whole body trembled like a struck wire.
The sheets tangled around them, cool linen catching on fevered skin. Every movement made the fabric drag against Lucas’s oversensitized body, a thousand tiny touches that weren’t enough to satisfy but far too much to ignore. The scent of it, his heat, Trevor’s arousal, the sharp mineral tang of restraint, sank into the bed and wrapped around them like steam.