[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 164: Surrender

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Surrender

His prize wasn’t going anywhere.

Lucas was gasping now, every breath sharper than the last, body twitching under Trevor’s touch like it didn’t know whether to flee or surrender. But Trevor knew. He always knew. And the truth of it was scrawled across every inch of the omega in heat beneath him.

Trevor’s hand returned to the waistband of Lucas’s pants, dragging them lower this time with exquisite slowness, the fabric clinging to overheated skin before it peeled away. He made no comment at the sight of him, slick and hard, thighs shaking from the pressure of his own denied need.

Trevor leaned down, breath hot against Lucas’s ear. "Bless your heart," he whispered, mocking and reverent all at once. "You still think you had control."

Lucas’s fingers twisted into the sheets, white-knuckled and shaking, his whole body arching with the helpless, instinctive drive to chase relief, any relief. Every tremble, every stuttering breath, every desperate grind against Trevor’s thigh betrayed him, stripped him down further, until he was nothing but heat and want and a sharp ache that curled deep in his belly.

His mouth opened, maybe to snap something back, maybe to beg, but all that came out was a broken gasp.

Trevor smiled, slow and wicked, the kind of smile that came from knowing a game had been played and won before it ever started. He leaned down and kissed the corner of Lucas’s jaw, warm, open-mouthed, and teasing.

"You were never leading, sweetheart."

Lucas shuddered, his breath catching in his throat.

Trevor chuckled softly, a low sound full of satisfied amusement. "But I enjoyed it more than I want to admit."

He dragged his lips across Lucas’s cheek, nuzzling just enough to feel the heat radiating off his flushed skin, and continued in a voice like silk-draped steel. "Watching you try to push me. Watching you pretend you were in control while every part of you begged to be taken. That was the real show."

Lucas moaned, frustration and want tangled together, thighs tightening around Trevor’s leg. "Bastard," he whispered, but it lacked any bite.

Trevor’s fingers ghosted down again, slow and deliberate, skimming just shy of where Lucas needed him most. He let his thumb rest just below his navel, applying the faintest pressure, just enough to make the omega’s breath stutter again.

"And now," Trevor murmured, eyes gleaming, "you’re going to feel what happens when you challenge me and lose."

He pressed down.

Lucas’s whole body arched, his back lifting off the mattress, a strangled sound clawing out of his throat.

Trevor’s lips curled. "That’s it," he whispered, reverent now. "That’s what I wanted to see."

And oh... he wasn’t done.

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Lucas couldn’t think.

Everything was burning.

His mind, usually sharp, quick with retort or retaliation, was drowning beneath the weight of sensation. Every nerve felt raw, exposed. Trevor’s thigh still pressed between his legs, unmoving, maddening. His skin ached for contact and recoiled from it all at once, so oversensitized he couldn’t tell if he was gasping or sobbing. Every time he tried to speak, the words melted into heat behind his teeth.

Trevor hadn’t even touched him properly. Just whispered wicked things into his ear, kissed him like a promise and a threat, and kept him pinned, bare and trembling and unraveling inch by inch.

And still, Lucas was soaked.

He could feel it. His slick had long since begun to drip onto the sheets, warm and humiliating, clinging to the insides of his thighs, soaking the linen beneath him. It made the air thick, cloying, and coated everything in scent, his scent, tangled with Trevor’s, pheromones pulsing through the room like a slow, drugged rhythm.

He turned his head, gasping into the pillow as Trevor’s thumb stroked just below his belly button again, still not touching where Lucas needed it, still playing, still winning.

"P-please—" The word broke halfway out of his mouth, sharp and desperate.

Trevor didn’t answer immediately. His breath was hot against Lucas’s throat, his lips brushing just below the mark with maddening slowness. He was so close. So present. And yet still holding back, letting Lucas burn.

Another wave of pheromones hit, a surge of Trevor’s scent so strong it made Lucas whimper, his body clenching tight, as if it could drag the alpha into him by instinct alone. His thighs shook with the effort to stay open, slick only making the friction more unbearable. His hips moved on their own now, trying to grind down, trying to chase anything that might relieve this.

But Trevor wouldn’t let him.

"You’re beautiful like this," Trevor murmured, his voice dark and thick, like honey over gravel. "Completely undone. And all mine."

Lucas whimpered again, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, not from pain. From need. From the helplessness of being held so carefully while everything inside him screamed for more.

Trevor moved.

It was subtle at first, a shift of weight, the slow slide of his hand from Lucas’s stomach downward, his fingers finally, finally, slipping past the slick heat at the apex of his thighs. And Lucas shattered.

He arched so sharply it lifted his shoulders from the bed, a sob tearing from his throat as the alpha’s touch made contact. Not teasing anymore. Not featherlight. Real. Trevor’s fingers pressed into the mess of slick and heat between his legs, parting him with a slow, practiced confidence that was almost unbearable.

Lucas gasped, the sound raw and broken, his body writhing under the sudden rush of sensation. The touch wasn’t rough or fast, but after so much burning without relief, it felt like being ripped open.

Trevor’s voice was right at his ear, low and calm, a brutal contrast to Lucas’s unraveling. "There you are."

His fingers stroked again, slick coating his knuckles as he worked Lucas open with unbearable gentleness. The omega’s breath hitched with every movement, hips jerking helplessly, thighs trembling around Trevor’s wrist. Every nerve in his body was lit, crackling under skin too hot, too tight, too desperate.

"T-Trevor—" Lucas choked out, not sure if he was begging or cursing him. His hands clawed at the sheets, at Trevor’s back, searching for something to hold onto, something to ground him.

Trevor kissed the side of his face, his mouth unbearably tender. "I know, love. I know."

Another finger pressed in, slow but sure, stretching him just enough to make Lucas gasp again. He couldn’t stop moving; his hips kept chasing the rhythm, every part of him tight and shaking. Slick coated the sheets beneath him now, soaked through to the mattress, clinging to Trevor’s skin, thick in the air. View the correct content at NovelFire

He was panting, flushed from throat to chest, tears sliding hot and silent from the corners of his eyes.

From relief.

From the unbearable rush of finally being touched, finally being taken apart after being held so carefully, so cruelly still.

Trevor’s mouth found his again, swallowing every broken noise, every shaky inhale. His kiss was deep, controlling, and claiming, and Lucas gave into it like he had no other choice, like surrender was the only thing left in him.