[BL]Reborn as the Empire's Most Desired Omega
Chapter 193: Loved

Chapter 193: Chapter 193: Loved

Trevor’s breath hitched, his control slipping further with every sound Lucas made. He leaned down, capturing Lucas’s lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his moans as he pushed two fingers inside him. Lucas’s walls clenched around him, tight and hot, and he groaned into the kiss, deepening it as he curled his fingers, searching for that spot that would make him unravel.

When he found it, Lucas cried out, his body arching off the bed as pleasure surged through him like wildfire. Trevor smirked against his lips, his fingers moving steadily, coaxing more slick from him as he prepared him for what was coming. "Need you," Lucas gasped, his legs wrapping around Trevor’s waist, pulling him closer. "Please, Trevor... I can’t wait."

Trevor pulled his fingers free, ignoring the way Lucas whined at the loss, and positioned himself at his entrance. His cock, heavy and throbbing, pressed against the slick warmth waiting for him. He paused for a moment, his violet eyes locking onto Lucas’s green ones, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, only raw, aching need, he pushed forward, sliding inside in one smooth thrust.

Lucas’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, his body stretching to accommodate Trevor’s size. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but the pleasure that followed quickly drowned out any discomfort. Trevor’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt, and Lucas’s nails dug into his back as he adjusted to the fullness.

"Fuck," Trevor hissed, his hands gripping Lucas’s hips tightly as he bottomed out. "You feel so good... so tight." He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock along Lucas’s sensitive walls, before thrusting back in with a groan. The rhythm was slow at first, giving Lucas time to adjust, but it didn’t take long for the pace to quicken.

Lucas’s head fell back against the pillows, his breathing erratic as Trevor’s thrusts grew harder, faster. Each stroke sent sparks of pleasure shooting through him, his body trembling with the force of it. He could feel the knot at the base of Trevor’s cock brushing against him with every thrust, swollen and insistent, and the thought of it locking inside him made his gut clench with anticipation. View the correct content at NovelFire

"More," Lucas begged, his voice hoarse as he clawed at Trevor’s back. "Please, I need more."

Trevor growled in response, his hips snapping forward with a force that drove the air from Lucas’s lungs. His hands moved to grip Lucas’s thighs, spreading them wider as he angled his thrusts, hitting that spot inside him with unerring precision. Lucas writhed beneath him, his moans growing louder with every deep stroke.

The room was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths and skin slapping against skin, the scent of their pheromones thick in the air. Trevor’s scent was dark, a storm that engulfed everything in its path, while Lucas’s was sweet and inviting, drawing Trevor in deeper.

Lucas could feel the tension building inside him, coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust. His cock, trapped between their bodies, throbbed with need, precum leaking onto his stomach. He reached down, wrapping a hand around himself, but Trevor grabbed his wrist, pinning it to the bed. NovelFire

"Not yet," Trevor growled, his voice rough with desire.

Lucas whimpered, his body trembling with desperation. Trevor smirked, leaning down to capture his lips in a rough kiss as he continued to drive into him with relentless force. His knot was swelling larger with every thrust, pressing insistently against Lucas’s entrance until, finally, it caught.

Lucas gasped, his walls clenching around Trevor as the knot slipped inside, locking them together. The sensation was overwhelming, stretching him wide, filling him completely, and he cried out, his body arching off the bed as pleasure exploded through him. Trevor groaned, his hips jerking forward as he came inside him, his knot pulsing as it released wave after wave of cum.

Lucas’s vision went white as his own orgasm tore through him, his cock twitching as he spilled between them. The pleasure was all-consuming, stealing his breath and leaving him trembling in its wake. He clung to Trevor, their bodies locked together as they rode out the waves of ecstasy.

When the intensity finally subsided, Lucas collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Trevor’s weight pressed down on him, grounding him as they remained tied together, their scents mingling in the aftermath.

Lucas lay there beneath Trevor, heartbeat still racing, the aftershocks humming through his body like distant thunder. His eyes fluttered shut, lashes brushing his cheeks as he drew in a shaky breath, the mingled scent of them, warm skin, salt, and that deep familiar pull of Trevor’s presence, filling the space around them.

Trevor didn’t move right away. He stayed over him, his forehead resting against Lucas’s shoulder, his own chest rising and falling against Lucas’s. There was a kind of reverence in that stillness, a quiet acknowledgment of what they’d just shared, what they’d been denying themselves for far too long.

Lucas’s fingers drifted lazily through Trevor’s damp hair, soothing, grounding, his lips quirking into a faint, exhausted smile. "You’re heavy," he murmured, voice hoarse but soft, threaded with affection rather than complaint.

Trevor huffed a low laugh against his skin, shifting just enough to press a lingering kiss to the curve of Lucas’s shoulder. "Get used to it," he whispered, his voice deep, rough around the edges from exertion and something more vulnerable.

Lucas turned his head slightly, catching Trevor’s gaze in the dim light. Those storm‑dark eyes had softened now, still molten but calmer, steady in a way that made Lucas’s chest tighten. "I will regret this in the morning."

Trevor’s brow arched faintly at Lucas’s words, his hand still stroking lazy circles over his spine. "Regret?" he echoed, voice low and warm. "That’s not exactly what a man wants to hear after this."

Lucas let out a quiet laugh, muffled against Trevor’s shoulder. "Not because of you," he murmured, lifting his head just enough to meet those storm‑dark eyes again. The green of his own eyes gleamed in the low light, sharp and tired all at once. "Because in the morning... Cressida and Serathine are going to come for me."

Trevor stilled for a beat, then huffed a low, amused sound, pressing a kiss to Lucas’s temple. "Ah," he murmured, his voice rich with dark amusement, "that kind of regret."

"They’ve been plotting," Lucas continued, almost groaning at the thought. "You know they’ve been plotting. I can feel it every time they look at me, like I’m their personal project from hell."

Trevor’s hand slid up to cradle the back of his neck, fingers threading through sweat‑damp hair. "They love you," he said softly, though his lips curved in a knowing smile. "And you terrify them. It’s a perfect balance."

Lucas gave him a flat look that didn’t quite hide the smirk threatening at the edges. "You won’t be the one sitting through another fitting and fifteen arguments about seating charts."

"No," Trevor agreed, kissing the corner of his mouth, "but I’ll be the one watching, very entertained, from a safe distance."

Lucas groaned dramatically and buried his face in Trevor’s chest, the sound half laughter, half despair. "You’re evil."

"Only for you," Trevor murmured against his hair, the amusement in his tone fading into something softer. His arms tightened around Lucas, grounding him against his chest. "Sleep now. Let them plot. Tomorrow we’ll face them together."