Chapter 235: Chapter 235: I plan to.
Lucas’s breath hitched, jaw tight, but the sound that escaped him was closer to a shiver than defiance. His scent pulsed soft and sharp around them, honey-laced and faintly citrus, laced with the friction of resistance he didn’t truly mean.
Trevor’s mouth curled into something lazy and victorious. He dragged his lips lower, grazing the edge of Lucas’s jaw, then lower still to the pulse fluttering just beneath his skin. He felt it stutter, quicken, and betray every ounce of control Lucas tried to cling to.
"I could ruin you like this," Trevor whispered, voice velvet-dark. "Pinned beneath me, panting, flushed, trying so hard to pretend you’re still in charge."
Lucas made a strangled sound, part growl, part gasp, arched toward the pressure, thighs shifting just enough to betray the tension winding tight through his core.
"Stop talking," he hissed.
Trevor only smiled wider, that dangerous, indulgent smile that meant he would absolutely not be stopping. "You love it when I talk."
"Do not..." Lucas tried to twist free, but Trevor held him firm, hands still wrapped around his wrists like they belonged there. "You are such a..."
"Say it," Trevor breathed, and pressed down with his thigh, just enough.
Lucas’s entire body shuddered. "Gods, Trevor..."
"That’s more like it," Trevor murmured, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, deeper, like he had all the time in the world to dismantle Lucas piece by piece, until all that remained was the boy who had once been nothing, now everything, in the arms of someone who knew exactly what he was worth.
His mouth parted beneath Trevor’s, desperation bleeding into desire, the kind that trembled between pleasure and surrender, edged with the ache of someone who knew exactly how far he’d fallen and no longer cared. His fingers flexed once against Trevor’s hold. To ground himself in the warmth pinning him down, in the rhythm of Trevor’s breath against his cheek, in the soft, ruinous hum of being wanted beyond logic.
Trevor shifted, lips still moving like he was learning the shape of Lucas’s soul one kiss at a time. The thigh between Lucas’s legs stayed firm, coaxing tiny sounds from him, catching each breath like it was a thread to be devoured.
"You’re not going anywhere tonight," Trevor whispered into the kiss, voice thick now, threaded with heat and reverence. "So you might as well stop pretending you’re not going to let me make a mess of you."
Lucas tilted his head back, throat exposed, eyes storm-dark and gleaming. "Then shut up and do it."
Trevor exhaled something that sounded like a growl and reverence knotted together.
His mouth found Lucas’s again, hungry now, as if silence had never been an option. His hands released Lucas’s wrists only to trail down his sides, palms flat, memorizing.
Lucas’s breath stuttered, caught somewhere between defiance and a moan, his fingers curling into Trevor’s shoulders like the weight of restraint was finally breaking.
Trevor shifted above him, thigh dragging slow and hard between Lucas’s legs, coaxing a low sound from his mate’s throat that he swallowed eagerly. His lips moved lower, across cheekbone, jaw, the edge of a collar was pulled just enough askew to bare skin.
"Mine," he murmured, not like a threat, but a vow. "All of this. Every inch of you."
Lucas’s pulse raced as Trevor’s hands roamed further, lifting the fabric of his shirt just enough to reveal the taut plane of his stomach. His nails dragged gently over the sensitive skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Lucas.
Lucas’s back arched instinctively, the sharp breath dissolving into a sound that was half gasp, half defiance, like he wanted to protest, but couldn’t remember why.
Trevor kissed the corner of his mouth again, then his throat, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch he uncovered. The shirt rode higher with every movement, and the moment Trevor’s lips brushed the edge of a rib, Lucas shuddered.
"You don’t even know what you do to me." Trevor murmured against his skin, his voice lower now, thick with barely restrained hunger. "You think I’m obsessed..."
"You are," Lucas managed, voice catching as Trevor’s hands ghosted over his waist again. "Utterly unhinged."
Trevor laughed softly, the sound like velvet over broken glass. "You made me this way."
He pressed a kiss to the hollow of Lucas’s stomach, then another, and another, each one slower than the last, as if reverence could be stitched into skin. Lucas’s fingers found their way into his hair, tugging once, just enough to ground himself.
"Then fix it," Lucas said, breath ragged. "Ruin me properly."
Trevor looked up, eyes dark and adoring and a little wild. "Gladly."
Trevor rose over him, hands skimming back up Lucas’s body, palms warm and steady as they mapped each inch of skin like it was sacred. He kissed his way back, lower ribs, the center of his chest, the sharp flutter of pulse just beneath Lucas’s collarbone, before meeting his gaze again.
Lucas was flushed now, lips parted, pupils blown wide. But there was defiance in him still, that impossible, inborn fire Trevor had fallen in love with long before either of them had words for it.
Every inch of Lucas was already yielding, not in defeat, but in the kind of surrender reserved only for those who trusted too deeply to run anymore. That ring, simple, platinum, engraved with a crest older than the Empire, pressed lightly against Lucas’s skin where their hands met, a reminder that all of this had been chosen.
Lucas’s breath came uneven now, threaded with the haze of sensation and not enough denial left in him to pretend he didn’t want it, Trevor, this, the way it felt to be seen and ruined by the only person who had ever known how to unmake him without leaving a single scratch.
"You’re everything," Trevor whispered, his voice like heat poured through silk, all praise and ache and possession too soft to be called cruel. "And I’m not letting you forget it."
With a swift motion, Trevor tugged Lucas’s pants down, exposing him fully to the cool air of the room. Lucas gasped, his body instinctively arching towards Trevor for warmth and contact.
He leaned down, his tongue tracing a hot path along Lucas’s inner thigh. Lucas moaned loudly, his hands gripping Trevor’s shirt tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through him.
"Fuck, Trevor," he gasped, his voice ragged with desire.
Trevor grinned wickedly, his breath hot against Lucas’s skin. "Oh, I plan to."