[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 121: Mutual desire

Chapter 121: Chapter 121: Mutual desire

The car swam in silence. Just the low hum of the engine, the hush of tires over smooth asphalt, and the slow, uneven rhythm of their breathing. The cabin was warm, dim, edged with gold from passing lights. The scent of wine lingered faintly between them, mingling with something sharper, Lucas’s pheromones, delicate but unmistakable.

The leather creaked softly as Trevor shifted, hands steady, and eased Lucas into his lap. Lucas straddled him without protest, thighs bracketing Trevor’s hips, arms resting on his shoulders like he’d done this before.

Trevor exhaled once through his nose, his gaze locked onto Lucas’s face. Up close, everything felt sharper: the line of his jaw, the dark flutter of his lashes, the barely parted lips that were still glossed from the wine they had shared. Trevor’s senses were overwhelmed by his warm, heady, and faintly sweet scent, leaving him breathless.

Lucas’s fingers toyed absently with the collar of Trevor’s shirt, his gaze heavy-lidded but steady. His breath came in soft exhales, warm against Trevor’s cheek. There was no fear in him. No flinching. Only that quiet boldness Trevor had come to crave, the way Lucas gave himself fully but never completely, like he could disappear if mishandled.

Trevor’s hand was still on his waist, fingers flexing slightly as if he was testing the give of Lucas’s flesh beneath his grip. The other hand had moved from the nape of his neck to cup his jaw, tilting his face up just enough for their eyes to meet. In the dim light, Trevor’s gaze was sharp, predatory.

"You’re staring," Lucas murmured, his voice lower than he intended, the words catching in his throat.

Trevor’s thumb brushed over his cheekbone, gentle in contrast to the intensity in his eyes. "I like the way you look when flustered. Even more when it is because of me."

Lucas’s lips curved, slow and sharp. "You’re assuming it’s because of you."

Trevor didn’t rise to the bait. He leaned in instead, close enough that their breaths mingled, that his thumb could trail from Lucas’s cheekbone to the corner of his mouth.

"I’m not assuming," he said, voice low. "I can feel it." View the correct content at NovelFire)

Lucas swallowed hard, his own breath hitching as Trevor’s thumb brushed over his lower lip. The touch light, almost teasing, sending a jolt of electricity through him.

"You’re insufferable," he whispered.

"And you’re trembling," Trevor replied, gaze fixed on his mouth. "So which one of us is winning?"

Lucas’s breath caught, but he didn’t pull away. His fingers tightened slightly at Trevor’s shoulders, grounding himself against the steady pressure of his body. The air between them felt charged, dense with everything unspoken—heat, control, desire.

"Neither of us," Lucas murmured, his voice steadying, even as his heart raced. "Yet."

Trevor’s smile was slow, dangerous. "So it’s a draw."

Lucas tilted his head, brushing their noses together. "Only if you stop now."

For a second, Trevor didn’t move. His gaze lingered on Lucas’s lips, his thumb tracing the soft swell of his lower one, sending a shiver down Lucas’s spine. Then, without warning, Trevor closed the distance between them, his mouth capturing Lucas’s in a kiss that was anything but gentle.

It started soft, a tentative brush of lips that made Lucas’s breath catch. But then Trevor’s hands slid down his back, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, turning urgent, hungry. Lucas moaned into it, his fingers tangling in Trevor’s hair as their tongues met, hot and slick, exploring each other with a desperation that neither of them could contain.

The car interior faded away, the world narrowing to just the two of them, to the heat of Trevor’s body pressed against his, to the way his mouth moved on Lucas’s like he was trying to devour him. Lucas’s knees weakened, his body melting into Trevor’s as the kiss grew fiercer, more demanding. Every nerve in his body was on fire, every touch sending sparks shooting through him.

Trevor’s hands roamed over his body, gripping his hips, his ass, pulling him even closer until there was no space left between them. Lucas gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, only for Trevor to recapture his mouth, swallowing the sound. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of wine and something uniquely Trevor that Lucas couldn’t get enough of.

He responded with equal fire, mouth parting beneath Trevor’s with a low, involuntary sound that was too close to a moan. His fingers curled against Trevor’s shoulders, nails lightly digging through the fine fabric as he chased the kiss, lips bruising and breath tangled.

Trevor angled his head, tongue brushing against Lucas’s in a slow drag that sent heat spiraling low in his gut. Lucas shivered again at the Alpha’s intensity in holding him like this, kissing him like a man starved for oxygen.

Trevor’s scent was everywhere, wrapping around him like a vice, and Lucas could feel the heat pooling low in his belly, his body responding in ways he couldn’t control.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing heavily, their foreheads pressed together. Lucas could feel the heat of Trevor’s skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath.

Trevor’s breath was unsteady, shallow against Lucas’s cheek as their foreheads remained pressed together, lips just brushing but no longer moving. Lucas’s fingers were still twisted in the fabric at Trevor’s shoulders, knuckles white, while Trevor’s hand stayed firm at the small of his back, holding him as if letting go wasn’t an option.

Neither of them spoke.

The pressure of Trevor’s arousal against his thigh was impossible to ignore, a physical truth nestled beneath layers of control, but it didn’t startle Lucas—it only confirmed what they both already knew. That this had never been innocent. That something hungry and old had always existed between them, even when they were pretending otherwise.

And yet, nothing happened like in the previous life.

Lucas didn’t flinch. He didn’t pull away. He didn’t feel trapped.

He wanted more, not out of obligation or performance, not to appease or survive. He wanted Trevor. The weight of him. The scent that wrapped around his mind like smoke. The low hum of possessive desire rolled off the Alpha in waves, barely contained, as if it had been restrained for too long and could snap at any second.

Trevor’s breath caught when Lucas pressed closer, his thigh shifting, his hand moving to rest lightly over Trevor’s chest, fingers splayed as if to feel the heartbeat beneath. Trevor’s body tensed under him, and Lucas could sense the edge in it, the effort it took not to devour him right there in the back of the car.

"You’re beautiful," Trevor murmured, his voice rough with want, his thumb brushing over Lucas’s cheekbone. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"

He tilted his head, gaze heavy-lidded but unflinching. "I have a suspicion," he murmured, tone velvet-smooth, almost smug.

Trevor huffed a soft laugh, but it broke halfway through, caught on the edge of restraint. His hand slipped from Lucas’s cheek to cradle the back of his neck again, drawing him closer until their noses brushed.

"I was prepared to take this slow," Trevor confessed, his lips barely moving, his breath warm against Lucas’s skin. "To let you lead. But you keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to forget every noble intention I ever had."

Lucas’s laugh was low, velvet-soft, and edged with mischief. He tilted his head, eyes glinting. "Then wait until we reach the bedroom—unless you want Windstone to file a formal protest." f r\eeNovelFire.c(o)(m)

Trevor groaned under his breath, pressing one last kiss to the corner of Lucas’s mouth before leaning back. "I’m not going to have our first night in the car. I still have a conscience."

"You say that like you’re not carrying me into temptation either way."