Chapter 191: You drive me mad.
Trevor’s thumb lingered against Lucas’s jaw, the weight of his words still hanging heavy in the room.
He set the book aside fully this time, letting it slide onto the nightstand with a soft thud. Then he reached up, caught Trevor’s wrist still hovering near his face, and tugged.
Trevor’s brows lifted at the sudden pull, caught off guard by the quickness of it. His balance shifted instinctively, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he let himself be drawn closer.
Lucas didn’t say a word. Mischief glimmered bright in those green eyes, a deliberate spark that cut through the storm-dark mood Trevor had wrapped around himself.
"Lucas..." Trevor began, his voice low, uncertain whether it was a warning or a plea.
But Lucas had already closed the distance, pulling him down until their foreheads brushed and Trevor could feel the warmth of his breath. "You think too much," Lucas murmured, fingers sliding to cup the side of Trevor’s neck. "Stop."
Trevor’s mouth opened, another retort, maybe another promise of retribution, but Lucas silenced it the only way that would work. He pulled him the final inch and kissed him.
It was intentional, tasting faintly of wine and defiance, a kiss meant to burn through whatever darkness Trevor was carrying. The alpha froze for only a heartbeat before his hand splayed against Lucas’s back, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss, hungry for the warmth of his mate.
Lucas shifted just enough to angle the kiss deeper, his fingers threading into Trevor’s still‑damp hair. A soft sound escaped him, something caught between relief and claim. The tension that had coiled in the room bled away in the press of lips, in the warmth of Trevor’s hand sliding up his spine.
When they finally broke for air, Trevor rested his forehead against Lucas’s, his breathing uneven, violet‑dark eyes heavy with something rawer than anger. "You do that," he murmured, voice rough, "and I forget every name, every face, every reason I wanted blood."