[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 165: High

Chapter 165: Chapter 165: High

Trevor didn’t stop kissing him.

Not when Lucas whimpered into his mouth, not when his body arched to meet every slow stroke of those perfect, maddening fingers. Trevor kissed him like he needed to, like it was the only thing tethering him to his own restraint. But Lucas could feel the cracks forming. The tremble in Trevor’s hand. The way his breathing had turned shallow, like even he was losing control now.

Lucas’s legs wrapped tighter around him, the slick squelch between them obscene and desperate, his body trembling under the weight of it all. He had nothing left to say, just breathless sounds torn from deep in his throat and the aching plea thrumming in his scent.

Now. Please. Now.

Trevor pulled back from the kiss, and Lucas saw it in his deep purple eyes, something had snapped. All that control, all that patience, had worn down to the edge of something sharp and primal. Trevor sat back on his knees slowly, dragging his hand out from between Lucas’s legs with slick coating his fingers, trailing heat down Lucas’s thigh.

Only for him to finally, finally, reach for his waistband.

Lucas’s breath caught. Correct content is on NovelFire

Trevor’s eyes never left his as he pushed his pants down, the movement fluid and unhurried. His body was flushed, tight with tension, his cock heavy and flushed, definitely ready. And the moment the fabric hit the floor, something in the room changed.

The game was over.

There was only instinct now, his heat, Trevor’s rut hovering just below the surface, both of them trapped in the gravity of each other. NovelFire

Trevor leaned forward again, hands sliding beneath Lucas’s knees and pushing them open further, careful, reverent even now. He nestled between his thighs, dragging the head of his cock through the slick mess until it caught at Lucas’s entrance.

Lucas cried out, hips jerking, stars sparking behind his eyes.

Trevor groaned, forehead resting against Lucas’s as he whispered, "This... this is what I wanted."

He pressed forward slowly, agonizingly slow, inch by inch, letting Lucas feel every moment of it. The stretch burned, slick easing it but not softening the overwhelming sensation of being filled, finally filled, after being left wanting for so long.

Lucas sobbed, legs wrapping around Trevor’s back, hands fisting in his shoulders, his mind lost to the heat and the bond and the way his alpha was now inside him.

Trevor groaned against his neck, shuddering like he was holding on by a thread. "You feel... fuck, Lucas. You feel like you were made for me."

Trevor moved.

Slow at first. Grinding deep. Every stroke dragged across everything inside Lucas that made him feel. That made him cry out. That made him arch, sobbing, begging without shame now because ’God, finally...’

And Lucas broke.

There was no warning. No buildup left to hold onto.

The moment Trevor filled him completely, the pressure, the stretch, the heat of it, it was too much. His body clenched hard around Trevor’s cock, the bond flaring bright and wild through his chest, and he came.

It hit like a lightning strike, sudden and shattering, his whole body seizing with the force of it. His back arched off the sheets, mouth falling open in a silent cry as slick poured from him in waves, coating Trevor’s thighs, the sheets, everything. His muscles pulsed around Trevor in tight, desperate spasms, holding him so tight it dragged a choked growl from the alpha’s throat.

"Fuck..." Trevor gasped, the sudden, intense clenching nearly undoing him. He didn’t move, not at first, just stayed buried deep inside, trembling with the effort to hold on, to not come. "You... Lucas..."

Lucas could barely hear him.

He was floating. Drenched in heat and relief and something so raw and complete it made tears spill down his cheeks, silent and hot.

His hands scrabbled at Trevor’s back, needing the contact, the proof that it was real, that Trevor was inside him, that the ache was over, that he was being held through it, not used or abandoned.

Trevor wrapped his arms around him, pressing in until there was no space left between them, his breath hot and shaking against Lucas’s throat. "You came just from that?" he whispered, voice wrecked, awed.

Lucas nodded weakly, still clinging. "Y-you were what I needed," he whispered back, broken and honest. "I was already so full I couldn’t—"

Trevor shut him up with a kiss, deep and almost feral, swallowing the rest of the sentence like he couldn’t stand another second of distance.

Because Lucas had surrendered, entirely, and now Trevor could have him.

Trevor began to move, slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world, because in this moment, he did. Lucas had already unraveled beneath him, body still twitching in the aftershocks of release, flushed and boneless and slick-soaked. And Trevor, Trevor, was still perfectly composed. Still in control.

Still on his high horse.

He pulled back just enough to thrust in again, dragging another breathless moan from Lucas’s throat, and smirked.

"Came just from being filled," he murmured, voice low and maddeningly pleased. "I should be insulted."

Lucas groaned, a sound caught between mortification and need, trying to turn his face away, but Trevor caught his jaw with one hand and tilted it back toward him.

"Oh no, you don’t," he said with a dark laugh. "You wanted me unrestrained. You begged for it. You don’t get to look away now."

Another thrust, deeper this time, a bit faster, and Lucas keened, body still so sensitive that every movement bordered on overwhelming.

Trevor loved it.

"Look at you," he whispered, breath warm against Lucas’s cheek, "melting under me after five minutes of showing off. Was that your plan, sweetheart? Get me so worked up I’d lose control and ruin you?"

Lucas whimpered, breath stuttering, hands grasping at Trevor’s shoulders, desperate for something to anchor himself.

"Because if it was," Trevor growled, rolling his hips in a way that made Lucas cry out again, "you succeeded. "But you also made a mistake."

He leaned in, lips brushing Lucas’s ear. "You forgot I could still talk while wrecking you."

Lucas shook beneath him, barely able to respond, pleasure crackling through every limb like electricity.

Trevor kissed him slowly and deeply, but with the edge of dominance he hadn’t shown earlier, a warning wrapped in affection. "You challenged me. And now I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name."

Another thrust, harder now, and Lucas screamed into his mouth, fingers clawing at his back, leaving red streaks behind.

Trevor grinned through it all.

Because victory had never felt so good.