Chapter 164: Surrender
His prize wasn’t going anywhere.
Lucas was gasping now, every breath sharper than the last, body twitching under Trevor’s touch like it didn’t know whether to flee or surrender. But Trevor knew. He always knew. And the truth of it was scrawled across every inch of the omega in heat beneath him.
Trevor’s hand returned to the waistband of Lucas’s pants, dragging them lower this time with exquisite slowness, the fabric clinging to overheated skin before it peeled away. He made no comment at the sight of him, slick and hard, thighs shaking from the pressure of his own denied need.
Trevor leaned down, breath hot against Lucas’s ear. "Bless your heart," he whispered, mocking and reverent all at once. "You still think you had control."
Lucas’s fingers twisted into the sheets, white-knuckled and shaking, his whole body arching with the helpless, instinctive drive to chase relief, any relief. Every tremble, every stuttering breath, every desperate grind against Trevor’s thigh betrayed him, stripped him down further, until he was nothing but heat and want and a sharp ache that curled deep in his belly.
His mouth opened, maybe to snap something back, maybe to beg, but all that came out was a broken gasp.
Trevor smiled, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that came from knowing a game had been played and won before it ever started. He leaned down and kissed the corner of Lucas’s jaw, warm, open-mouthed, and teasing.
"You were never leading, sweetheart."
Lucas shuddered, his breath catching in his throat.
Trevor chuckled softly, a low sound full of satisfied amusement. "But I enjoyed it more than I want to admit."
He dragged his lips across Lucas’s cheek, nuzzling just enough to feel the heat radiating off his flushed skin, and continued in a voice like silk-draped steel. "Watching you try to push me. Watching you pretend you were in control while every part of you begged to be taken. That was the real show."
Lucas moaned, frustration and want tangled together, thighs tightening around Trevor’s leg. "Bastard," he whispered, but it lacked any bite.