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Chapter 196: Attention

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Attention

Lucas’s eyes flicked up from the page, green bright with equal parts disbelief and irritation. "You cannot be serious."

Trevor’s mouth curved into that dangerous little half‑smile, the kind that said he knew exactly how to ruin a morning without even trying. "Mm. Just a quick drop‑in. He said something about checking the guest wing... and reminding me of some old agreement I’m definitely going to ignore."

Lucas closed the book slowly, deliberately, his expression caught somewhere between murderous and resigned. "You knew. You knew, and you let me think we had peace."

Trevor tipped his head back against the headboard, his laughter low and unrepentant. "Technically, we do have peace... for the next few hours."

Lucas pressed the book to his chest like a shield. "Trevor Fitzgeralt, if that man even knocks on this door before I’ve had breakfast and an uninterrupted day of laziness, I swear..."

"You’ll what?" Trevor interrupted, catching his wrist with a sudden, easy movement and pulling him closer. "Throw your book at him? Ban him from the ceremony? Tell Cressida?"

Lucas blinked once, then let his smirk unfurl slow and sharp. "All three. In that order."

Trevor laughed again, quieter this time, resting his forehead against Lucas’s temple. "I should’ve known better than to mention him."

"You should have," Lucas said, shifting until he was straddling Trevor’s lap again, tucking his book behind him with deliberate care, as if setting a stage. His knee pressed lightly into the mattress, his green eyes glinting with mock accusation. "Now we’ll have your ex in the manor."

Trevor’s brows shot up, his hands finding Lucas’s hips automatically. "I’ve never been with Dax," he said flatly, though there was a faint edge of disbelief in his tone, as if the very idea was absurd. "Please... just forget about that."

Lucas tilted his head, letting the silence stretch, lips curving into something sharper. "Why?"

Trevor blinked, caught off guard by the simple, loaded question. "Why... what?"

"Why should I forget?" Lucas asked, his voice smooth, soft, with just enough mischief to make Trevor’s grip tighten at his waist. "The court seems to think you and Dax had history. It’s very... romantic, really."

Trevor narrowed his storm-dark eyes, suspicion flickering like a shadow. "Lucas." NovelFire

"What?" Lucas’s smile widened, faux-innocent. "I’m just repeating what I heard. All those whispers... ’Which one did he choose? Which one will give him an heir first?’ They even think I matched you on purpose. Perhaps they’re right. Perhaps I just have excellent taste."

Trevor groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "You are going to kill me before the wedding."

Lucas leaned in until their noses brushed, his smirk turning wicked. "Mm. Or I might just keep tormenting you. Depends on how jealous you get when Dax walks through those doors."

Trevor’s hands tightened on his hips, pulling him closer, voice dropping low in warning. "Careful, love. You really don’t want to test that theory."

Lucas’s laughter was quiet, warm against his cheek as he brushed his lips against Trevor’s jaw. "Maybe I do," he whispered, teasing and dangerous all at once.

Trevor’s answering growl rumbled low in his chest, and before Lucas could lean back with another quip, Trevor shifted beneath him until Lucas’s knees slid wider over his hips.

"Maybe you do," Trevor murmured, voice gone velvet-dark, "but you forget what happens when you start something in my bed."

Lucas opened his mouth to fire back, but the words caught as Trevor’s hands slid from his hips up under the loose shirt he wore, warm palms gliding over bare skin. The faintest curl of Trevor’s pheromones touched the air, subtle at first, like smoke slipping under a door, rich and unmistakable, winding around Lucas in a way that made his pulse trip.

"Trevor..." Lucas warned, but it didn’t sound convincing, not with that heat coiling through him.

"Mm," Trevor hummed against his throat, lips brushing the edge of his jaw before trailing lower, leaving soft kisses that made Lucas shiver. "No more talk about Dax. Not when you’re right here."

Lucas arched slightly as Trevor’s mouth found that spot just below his ear, the faint sting of teeth followed by a soothing kiss, and the heady wave of Trevor’s scent thickened, wrapping around him, coaxing him, pulling him under. His fingers curled into Trevor’s still‑damp hair, tugging, breath catching.

"You’re... cheating," Lucas muttered, his voice unsteady, his hips rocking forward despite himself. Correct content is on NovelFire.

Trevor’s laugh was low and wicked against his skin. "I told you," he whispered, hands roaming lower now, gripping firmly, "you shouldn’t start something you can’t finish."

Lucas was already leaning down, about to kiss him, when a sharp knock rattled against the door.

Neither of them moved.

The knock came again, measured, polite, followed by a voice they both knew far too well.

"Your Grace?" Windstone’s tone was composed, but even through the door they could hear the strain of urgency in his voice.

Lucas groaned and dropped his forehead to Trevor’s shoulder. "No."

Trevor exhaled slowly, clearly fighting for patience. "Not now," he called back, his voice still hoarse, still rough with the edge of pheromones lingering in the air.

Windstone, ever loyal and far too brave, did not retreat. "I’m afraid it cannot wait. Lord Dax’s private jet has just been logged at the Capital airfield. He will be here in under two hours, and..." a pause, as if bracing himself for impact, "it was made public."

Lucas froze mid‑breath. "...Public?"

"Yes, Your Grace," Windstone confirmed through the door. "The palace press team has already issued a courtesy note. You are expected to greet him formally on the east terrace."

Trevor tilted his head back against the headboard, closing his eyes like a man appealing to higher powers. "Windstone..." he began, low and warning.

"...I would not interrupt otherwise," the older man added quickly, though there was a flicker of dry humor in his voice despite his impeccable composure. "But if you wish to ignore him, I suggest you do so in a formal uniform. Cameras will be waiting."

Lucas pushed upright, still straddling Trevor’s lap, his hair mussed and lips parted from moments before, eyes wide with disbelief. "Dax is a petty bastard."

Trevor’s hands tightened instinctively at Lucas’s hips, the corner of his mouth lifting into something dark and amused despite the situation.

"Mm," he rumbled, his voice still low and edged with the heat that hadn’t yet faded. "That’s the first true thing you’ve said all morning."

Lucas narrowed his green eyes, the flush still high on his cheeks as he jabbed a finger lightly at Trevor’s chest. "He’s doing this on purpose. A public arrival? Making sure the press is there? He wants me uncomfortable, wants you uncomfortable."

Trevor’s storm‑dark gaze held his, calm and sharp as a blade. "He wants attention. That’s all Dax has ever wanted."