Chapter 336: Chapter 336: Alpha and omega
Trevor shifted, easing Lucas back into the mattress, one hand braced beside his head, the other sliding up his side through the thin fabric until it rested just below his ribs. The cedar on his skin deepened with the heat rising between them; the faint pulse of Lucas’s own scent answered, curling up around them like invisible smoke. Their mouths met again, deeper this time, a kiss that drew a soft sound out of Lucas’s throat. Trevor swallowed it, moving closer until the length of him was pressed against Lucas, breath shuddering.
Weeks of enforced public distance, of polite touches and stolen glances in crowded rooms, ignited all at once. The clean, comforting scent of cedar that always clung to Trevor’s skin sharpened, deepening into something richer, muskier, the unmistakable pull of his rut rising to meet the sweet, intoxicating bloom of Lucas’s heat. It flooded the space between them, a potent mix that made the air itself feel thick and heavy.
Trevor’s hands, once so gentle, became possessive. They roamed down Lucas’s back, sliding under the hem of his travel-rumpled shirt. He gripped it and pulled, the soft cotton tearing at the seams with a sharp, satisfying rrrrip. Lucas gasped into his mouth, a sound Trevor swallowed greedily.
He broke the kiss only to yank the ruined shirt away, his lips immediately finding the sensitive marked gland at the end of Lucas’s neck and shoulder. He didn’t just scent him; he laved the spot with his tongue, then gently closed his teeth over the thrumming pulse there. A claiming bite, soft but indelible. Lucas cried out, his back arching off the sun-warmed linen, his own fingers scrambling to undo the buttons of Trevor’s waistcoat.
"I need to feel you," Lucas panted, his voice strained. "All of you. Now."
It was a command Trevor was more than willing to obey. He shed his own clothes in a few efficient motions, the fine fabrics pooling forgotten on the floor beside the bed. The sight of Lucas, stretched out beneath him, skin flushed a beautiful pink, eyes dark with desire, was almost enough to undo him then and there. The omega’s scent was strongest here, concentrated and honey-sweet, a direct invitation.
Trevor ran a hand down Lucas’s chest, over his stomach, and lower, until his fingers brushed through the coarse hair at his groin. Lucas’s cock, hard and leaking, twitched at the contact. But Trevor’s focus was lower. He slid his hand further back, between Lucas’s thighs, and found what he was searching for.
Slick.
It soaked his fingers, warm and slick, carrying the concentrated essence of Lucas’s arousal. The sweet, unique fragrance made Trevor’s head spin. He brought his glistening fingers to his own mouth, without breaking eye contact, and sucked them clean. Lucas watched, mesmerized, a shudder wracking his frame.
"You taste like heaven," Trevor growled, the words vibrating with the force of his restraint. "Like everything I’ve been starving for."
He shifted, positioning himself between Lucas’s legs. Trevor used his own arousal, weeping from the tip of his cock, to slick himself further, wrapping a firm hand around his length. He pressed the broad head against Lucas’s entrance, making it clench and flutter around nothing, already so ready for him.
The first breach was a slow push. A choked moan was torn from Lucas’s throat, his head falling back against the pillows. "Trevor..."
"Look at me," Trevor commanded, his voice a low rumble. He stilled, fully sheathed but fighting the overwhelming urge to thrust into that incredible heat. Lucas’s eyes, glassy with pleasure, found his. "Look at who’s taking you. And who you belong to."
Then he moved.
He set a punishing rhythm from the start, each drive of his hips a slow, deep stroke that punched the air from Lucas’s lungs. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, of ragged breaths and broken pleas. Lucas wrapped his legs around Trevor’s waist, locking his ankles at the small of his back, pulling him in even deeper with every thrust.
Trevor could feel the change begin, the familiar thickening at the base of his shaft. His knot was beginning to form, swelling with every rock of his hips, every choked cry from the man beneath him. The pressure was immense, a coiling tension that promised an inevitable, explosive finish.
"It’s coming," Trevor gritted out, his pace becoming more frantic, less controlled. "My knot... you feel it building, don’t you? You’re trying to pull it in already."
Lucas could only nod, his words stolen by a particularly deep thrust. His body was clenched tightly around Trevor, muscles fluttering and grasping, trying to milk the forming knot. The sensation was maddening, a perfect, tight friction that pushed them both toward the edge.
Trevor buried his face in Lucas’s neck, his breath hot against the scent gland. "Come for me, Lucas. Let go. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock."
The command, laced with Alpha intention and raw desire, was the final trigger. Lucas’s orgasm ripped through him with a silent, shattered cry. His body seized, back bowing off the bed, every muscle locking tight as pleasure, white-hot and absolute, overwhelmed him. The internal clenching around Trevor’s swelling knot was his own undoing.
With a guttural gasp that was pure Alpha triumph, Trevor drove one last, final time. His hips slammed flush against Lucas’s thighs as his knot swelled to its full, massive size, locking them together in a perfect, unbreakable tie. He pulsed within Lucas, release crashing over him in wave after relentless wave, filling the omega with his seed.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their harsh, synchronized breathing. The world had shrunk to this room, this bed, this intimate, physical connection. Trevor, careful not to jostle them, shifted his weight to his elbows, caging Lucas beneath him. He dropped his forehead to Lucas’s, their sweat-slicked skin pressed together.
The tie held them fast, a deep, throbbing connection that prolonged every aftershock. Trevor could feel every last tremor that wracked Lucas’s body, could feel the warm, wet proof of his own release trapped deep inside. He nuzzled against Lucas’s cheek, breathing in their mingled scents, cedar and honey, now irrevocably combined.
Lucas’s eyes were closed, a look of satiated bliss smoothing his features. A slow, lazy smile touched his lips. "You... you really don’t hold back at home, do you?"
Trevor’s chuckle was a rough, contented sound. "I told you I was fasting." He brushed his lips over Lucas’s, a soft contrast to their previous frenzy. "And that... that was the feast."
He could feel the gentle, rhythmic pulsing of his own knot beginning to subside, but the tie held, keeping them joined. The sensation was one of overwhelming fullness for Lucas, of profound possession for Trevor.
The sun continued to stream across the bed, warming their entangled bodies. The orgasm had passed, but the intimacy was far from over. The slow, seeping warmth within him and the solid, anchoring weight of his alpha on top of him kept Lucas floating in a hazy, contented space. He traced idle patterns on Trevor’s sweat-damped back.
"It’s not going down yet," Lucas murmured, a note of wonder in his tired voice.
"It won’t for a while," Trevor replied, his voice a low rumble against Lucas’s chest. He shifted minutely, a tiny, instinctual roll of his hips that made them both catch their breath at the renewed sensation. "We have time."