[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 124: The mark

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: The mark

Lucas just looked up at him, flushed and ruined, lips parted and gaze heavy. "Then die pretty," he said, and slid his hand up—slow, deliberate, thumb brushing the head and spreading the bead of precome already gathering there.

Trevor swore again, barely able to breathe as Lucas stroked him, the pace teasing, unhurried, and cruel in its precision. He watched every twitch of Trevor’s jaw, every barely restrained sound, and smiled—wrecked and radiant beneath him.

He grabbed Lucas’s wrist, gently but firmly pulling his hand away. "No more games."

Lucas raised an eyebrow. "You started it."

Trevor pushed his legs apart in answer, his cock sliding through the slick between them, coating himself in the proof of just how ready Lucas was. The omega gasped at the contact, his thighs trembling as Trevor aligned himself at the entrance, hands braced on either side of his hips.

"Last chance," Trevor said, his voice a low growl. "Tell me to stop."

Lucas didn’t.

He reached up, dragging Trevor down until their lips were almost touching. Correct content is on NovelFire

"I said, ruin me."

Trevor didn’t hesitate.

He pressed forward, the thick head breaching him slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried so deep it felt like their hearts had synced through it. Lucas cried out, nails raking down Trevor’s back as his body fought to adjust to the stretch, to the heat, to the overwhelming fullness.

"You’re so fucking tight," Trevor growled, his hands tightening on Lucas’s thighs as he bottomed out. "So perfect—fuck, I could stay buried in you forever."

Lucas couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but cling to him as Trevor began to move, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left Lucas breathless. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him, his body clenching around Trevor’s cock, the fullness unbearable and perfect and too much all at once.

Trevor growled low in his throat, leaning over him, sweat slicking their chests as his thrusts grew sharper, deeper. "You feel that?" he bit out. "That’s what it means to be mine."

Lucas gasped, nodding blindly, one hand fisting in Trevor’s hair while the other gripped his shoulder hard enough to bruise. His head tilted instinctively, exposing his throat, his scent gland pulsing just beneath the skin.

Trevor bent forward, lips brushing the nape of Lucas’s neck where his scent gland throbbed with every heartbeat. He could feel Lucas’s body tightening beneath him, the rise and fall of his breath stuttering as instinct warred with anticipation.

He paused for a second, just long enough to let Lucas feel the heat of his breath on that vulnerable skin, just long enough for the bond to recognize its moment.

Every instinct in him went still.

A shudder rippled down his spine as the change took hold, subtle at first, then impossible to ignore. His jaw tightened, the muscles flexing as his body responded to the impending bond. His canines elongated, designed by evolution for this single act. Dominant alpha to dominant omega. A rare match. A rarer bond. And because of it, the transformation was more intense, his teeth broader, the pressure building at the base of his skull as instincts took control.

Trevor leaned his head back, his eyes closed, savoring the strange blend of pleasure and pain as the shift settled into place. His pulse thudded heavily in his throat. He could feel the tension in his jaw, the ache where his fangs had pushed down to their fullest length.

His eyes opened slowly, almost sluggish, drowned in the heady flood of Lucas’s scent—sweet, sharp, dominant. It tangled with his own arousal, so thick in the air it felt like drowning. His pupils were blown wide, rimmed in gold now, shimmering with the kind of hunger that didn’t just desire but needed.

Trevor exhaled, slow and steady, before descending slowly.

The nape in front of him was flushed, unguarded, every line of Lucas’s body inviting the inevitable. His head was turned, throat exposed, the scent gland at the base of his neck thudding visibly with each heartbeat.

Trevor hovered there for a heartbeat longer, his lips brushing over the skin with a reverence that made his hands shake. He felt the pulse beneath his mouth, the tremble in Lucas’s thighs, and the faint hitch in his breath that betrayed anticipation.

Then he bit.

His teeth sank deep, sharp, and deliberate, puncturing the gland in one clean, practiced motion. Lucas gasped, a sound ripped from somewhere low and raw, as the pressure snapped through him like lightning, a flood of heat and sensory overload.

Trevor tasted blood.

It hit his tongue like fire, like honey slicked over something ancient and sharp, copper-laced and overwhelming in its sweetness.

His bond.

Lucas’s body seized beneath him, his muscles tightening as his back arched, his head thrown back with a cry that bordered on desperate. Pleasure ripped through him, unrelenting and primal, every nerve alight as Trevor held him through it. The bite wasn’t just physical; it was chemical, a surge of possessive instinct that now bled into every breath they took. His jaw was still locked at Lucas’s nape, fangs buried deep in the pulsing gland as the bond snapped through his entire being like a detonated nerve.

His senses were no longer his own. Every sound, every breath, every flicker of sensation, they were Lucas. His scent was in Trevor’s lungs, his taste coated Trevor’s tongue, and somewhere between one heartbeat and the next, Trevor’s body recognized something his mind hadn’t yet dared to hope:

He was whole.

The ache he had carried his entire life, the low thrum of something missing, something just out of reach, was gone, filled to the brim with Lucas.

Trevor’s mouth remained latched to the base of Lucas’s neck, tongue pressing over the puncture marks as if trying to soothe the pain he’d just delivered.

He drew his mouth back just slightly, lips stained with red. He kissed the spot, slow and reverent, as if sealing a vow.

Lucas looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, flushed and ruined, lips parted and slick with breath. His pupils were blown wide, green-rimmed with black, and his chest rose in stuttering, shallow pulls. But his voice steady.

"...You’re shaking," he murmured.

Trevor hadn’t noticed.

His whole body trembled from the ferocity of holding it all in. He was still inside him, buried to the hilt, and yet it didn’t feel like enough. He wanted to crawl into Lucas’s very bones, to mark his soul as his.

"You’re mine," he said, the words rasped against swollen lips.

Lucas tightened his thighs around Trevor’s waist and rolled his hips, the slow, grinding pressure a silent demand. His body welcomed him again, stretched wide and aching, slick and heat-wet, but this time, this time, the bond shimmered between them like a net spun of nerve endings and breath.

Trevor didn’t let go. He gripped Lucas tighter, grinding deeper as the final wave hit. And then the knot swelled.

Lucas’s moan cracked in his throat as the stretch returned—this time deeper, rounder, permanent in its shape. Trevor’s knot pushed forward, locking tight inside him with a slow, anchoring thrust that made both of them shudder.

He came with a growl against the bond mark, his cock pulsing deep inside, warmth flooding Lucas’s body in tandem with the burn of the bite. The knot held firm, sealing them together as Lucas’s entire frame trembled through the aftershocks—his hands still tangled in Trevor’s hair, breath shallow and wrecked.

The gland was swollen now, visibly claimed, the skin around it bruised in deep reds and purples already setting in. A bond like this wouldn’t fade. Couldn’t.

He cradled Lucas’s head as they stilled together, hips locked, chests pressed tight, the air still thick with scent and heat and them.

Lucas was quiet, too quiet, until he finally managed a whisper:

"...you bit hard."

Trevor chuckled, hoarse. "You told me to ruin you."