[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 161: Heat (1)

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: Heat (1)

Lucas woke slowly, like the air itself had thickened around him. He was still wrapped in the cocoon of cool linen and Trevor’s steady warmth, but something had changed. Not in the room, but within him.

Trevor’s scent was the first thing he noticed. It was everywhere: on the sheets, in the pillow beneath his cheek, and soaked into the skin against his back. Clean, cool, and sharp, like alpine wind, snow melting on pine bark. However, there was something deeper beneath it, a thread of something darker and warmer.

It made Lucas’s breath catch.

He shifted beneath the blanket, his body aching in ways that had nothing to do with fever and everything to do with the slow hum beneath his skin, which became more intense when Trevor adjusted beside him, still half-asleep, his palm low on Lucas’ waist.

Lucas closed his eyes, trying to think of something else to distract himself from the scent of the alpha beside him, the heat of his palm seeping into his shirt and then his waist.

... It wasn’t working.

The more Lucas tried to ignore it, the worse it got. Trevor’s scent wasn’t just there; it was everywhere, braided into the fabric of the sheets, coiled inside the pillow, and threaded through the air like smoke. And the problem was that it wasn’t just the alpha scent. It was his alpha’s scent, even if neither of them had said those words aloud. It was the crisp clarity of snow, the weight of pine and storm and safety. And underneath it, something molten and possessive, like heat just waiting to rise.

Lucas exhaled through his nose, slow and shaky. Tried to move an inch away... and failed. His body betrayed him, shifting back instead, chasing the warmth of the hand on his waist.

Trevor stirred behind him, the motion lazy and drowsy, but his voice was alert and amused. "You’re squirming."

Lucas bit the inside of his cheek. "I’m not squirming."

"You are," Trevor murmured, thumb brushing the line of exposed skin where Lucas’s shirt had ridden up. "And blushing. Impressive, considering how flushed you already were."

Lucas groaned and covered his face with one arm. "I woke up horny, not helpless.

"I didn’t say helpless," Trevor replied, far too entertained. "I’d say dangerously seductive, actually. You keep pressing into me like that, and I’m going to be the one melting."

Lucas peeked out from under his arm, eyes sharp even if his cheeks were scarlet. "You’re enjoying this."

Trevor gave a low hum of agreement. "You’re gorgeous, you smell like heat and honey, and you’re trying to pretend you don’t want to crawl into my lap. Of course I’m enjoying this."

Lucas narrowed his eyes. "I will hex your entire bloodline."

"Please do," Trevor murmured, shifting closer until his chest was against Lucas’s back, breath warm at his ear. "But do it while pressed against me like this. For... effectiveness."

Lucas opened his mouth to respond, something biting, no doubt, but the words caught halfway. He could feel Trevor’s entire body pressed onto him, firm and steady, long limbs tangled with his under the sheets, the weight of the alpha’s presence surrounding him like a second skin. And—oh. He wasn’t the only one aroused.

Lucas went very still.

His pupils blew wide, breath stuttering against the pillow as the realization hit with the subtlety of a lightning strike. It wasn’t just scent anymore. It was heat. Pressure. That low, unmistakable ache that echoed his own and made something in his chest coil with desire and something in his mind snap with instinct.

The bond pulsed under his skin like it could taste Trevor’s desire. Correct content is on NovelFire

And for a moment, just a moment, Lucas forgot every clever retort and sharp edge he’d been clinging to. Instinct surged up like a wave, drowning thought in scent and sensation and need.

His fingers curled into the sheets. His hips shifted unconsciously, but enough that the friction was no longer harmless.

And Trevor hadn’t done a damn thing except breathe and exist beside him.

"You..." Lucas began, voice low and strained, "...are enjoying this too much."

"I’m not doing anything," Trevor said, still maddeningly calm, but there was a new tension in his voice now, wrapped tight around the edges. "This is all you."

"You’re hard," Lucas muttered, scandalized and breathless, like stating it aloud might break the spell or, worse, intensify it.

Trevor’s mouth tilted in a lazy grin. "So are you."

Lucas made a wounded noise and buried his face in the pillow. "That is not a defense."

"I don’t intend to shield myself from your heat, honestly..." He stopped for a minute, burying his nose in Lucas’s neck, inhaling his scent with hunger, his hands already finding their way under the omega’s shirt. "I wanted it the moment we married." View the correct content at NovelFire

Lucas shivered, his body betraying him with a full-body flush that had nothing to do with temperature.

Trevor’s hands slid beneath his shirt, palms dragging along the bare skin of his waist with infuriating tenderness. His long, elegant fingers traced every line of his stomach, slow and precise, skimming over each dip and curve like he was trying to memorize him.

Lucas’s breath caught in his throat.

Trevor didn’t rush. His touch was maddening in its restraint, hovering just on the edge of too much and not enough. He moved upward, fingertips ghosting along Lucas’s ribs, mapping him inch by inch with a kind of reverence that felt more intimate than anything else they’d done. When his hands reached Lucas’s chest, he didn’t grope or grab but instead rested, palm splayed over Lucas’s frantic heartbeat.

It was pounding hard. Wild. Not from fear, but from the unbearable ache of anticipation. The kind that stretched seconds into eternity and made even the gentlest brush into something unbearable.

Trevor’s other hand rose slowly, curling around the back of Lucas’s neck. He drew Lucas’s head closer until his breathing touched the omega’s neck.

And then he tilted just enough to press his lips to the mark.

The skin there was still sensitive, just healed, still flushed faintly with the memory of teeth and bond. Trevor didn’t bite, even though his teeth ached to feel it again. He simply kissed it, soft and unhurried, his soft lips pressing gently on the feverish skin.

Lucas gasped, quiet and shaken, the sound involuntary. His entire body tensed under the weight of that touch, arousal and vulnerability knotting tighter under his skin, leaving him unsure whether he wanted to run or melt.