CHAPTER 292: CHAPTER 292: INCREASINGLY POSSESSIVE

The bathwater was almost too hot when they finally stepped in, steam curling up to blur the glass walls. Trevor settled first, his larger frame stretching against the porcelain, and Lucas slid in with the kind of unhurried grace that came only when he was sure no one else was watching.

For a moment, neither spoke. The world outside might have been burning and Lucas wouldn’t have cared; Trevor’s arm draped over the edge behind him, the steady warmth at his side, was enough.

Then Lucas laughed suddenly, quietly but unmistakably amused.

Trevor’s violet eyes shifted toward him. "What?"

Lucas leaned his head back against the rim of the tub, lips curving. "Windstone already reported everything I did at the palace, didn’t he?"

Trevor didn’t answer right away, which was answer enough.

Lucas huffed a soft laugh. "Of course he did. I could probably sneeze in front of the Emperor and Windstone would have a full report written in triplicate before I got the tissue."

Trevor’s mouth curved faintly. "He would have to deal with me if not. Between the two of us, I’m the scary one."

Lucas turned his head just enough to look at him, green eyes glinting through the steam. "Oh, I don’t know. Windstone makes even sneezing sound like an act of state. You’d just growl until people tripped over themselves."

Trevor’s smile deepened a fraction. "Efficient."

Lucas chuckled, resting his chin briefly on his knees. "Intimidation as a shared marital hobby. I’m sure that’s exactly how the history books will phrase it."

Trevor’s arm slid more firmly around him, tugging him closer until Lucas’s shoulder pressed into his chest. "Let them write whatever they want," he said quietly, lips brushing against damp hair. "As long as they remember who you belong to."

Lucas let out a soft, genuine laugh, leaning into him without resistance. "Possessive as ever. You know, I thought you would tone it down with time, but nooo."

Trevor’s chest rumbled with quiet laughter. "Tone it down? No. It only increases." In one smooth motion, he shifted, pulling Lucas over him until the omega was straddling his lap, steam curling around them like a curtain.

Lucas arched a brow, lips curving as his hands braced lightly against Trevor’s shoulders. "Oh, I see. An upgrade in territorial behavior. Should I be worried?"

Trevor’s hands settled on his waist, fingers firm but unhurried. "No. You should be flattered."

Lucas snorted softly, intentionally grinding against Trevor’s increasing hardness. "Flattered?"

Trevor’s violet eyes darkened, his grip tightening at Lucas’s waist. The steam rose around them, carrying the faint scent of cedar and citrus from the bath oils, sharp and clean against the heavier musk of Trevor’s pheromones as they bled into the air, warm, undeniably possessive.

"Flattered that you undo me this easily," Trevor murmured, voice roughened by the closeness.

Lucas’s laugh was low, his breath catching slightly as he shifted deliberately in his lap, pale skin slick from the heat, glowing against Trevor’s darker tone. His green eyes glinted with wicked amusement. "You make it sound like a challenge. I barely have to try."

Trevor’s hands pressed firmer into his hips, thumbs brushing damp skin, the contrast stark between Lucas’s lean frame and his own broader build. "That’s because it’s you. No one else could."

Lucas leaned in, his forehead brushing Trevor’s, ash-blonde strands plastering against flushed skin. The delicate sweetness of his own pheromones, light, sharp-edged, and threaded with defiance, rose to meet Trevor’s heavier scent, sparking in the charged air between them. "Hmm. Dangerous words, Fitzgeralt."

Trevor caught his mouth before he could say more, the kiss smooth and claiming, pulling Lucas flush against him until water spilled over the sides in restless ripples. His lips moved with steady insistence, tasting the quiet laughter that broke against them. "I like to flirt with danger," he muttered against Lucas’s mouth.

Lucas’s pale fingers curled against Trevor’s shoulders, nails grazing hot skin, leaving faint red trails that only deepened the contrast of their bodies pressed together. His earlier amusement softened into a sigh, every breath steeped in Trevor’s scent, every touch grounding him deeper into the certainty of belonging.

Trevor’s hands slid down to grip Lucas’s thighs, lifting him slightly to adjust their position. The water lapped at their bodies as Trevor aligned himself, the head of his cock pressing insistently against Lucas’s entrance. Lucas’s breath hitched, a shiver running through him as he felt the thick heat of Trevor pushing against him, teasing but not yet giving in.

"Always so impatient," Lucas murmured, his voice trembling slightly as he wrapped his arms around Trevor’s neck for balance.

Trevor smirked, his hands tightening on Lucas’s hips as he pressed forward slowly, the stretch maddening. "Impatient? No. Just making sure you feel every inch of me."

Lucas gasped as Trevor pushed inside, the water doing little to ease the stretch of his thick cock. His body clenched instinctively around Trevor, the sensation of being filled so completely making his head spin. He buried his face in the crook of Trevor’s neck, his breath coming in short, uneven bursts as he tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensation.

Trevor groaned low in his throat, his hands moving to grip Lucas’s ass as he began to move, slow and deep thrusts that had Lucas whimpering with each pass. The water sloshed around them, spilling onto the floor.

Lucas rocked his hips back to meet each thrust, the pleasure building with every movement. He could feel the way Trevor’s cock pressed against all the right places inside him, hitting that spot again and again until he was trembling with need.

"God, Trevor..." Lucas moaned, his nails digging into Trevor’s shoulders as he clung to him for dear life.

Trevor growled in response, his hands tightening on Lucas’s hips as he picked up the pace. The sound of their bodies moving together filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths and low groans of pleasure.

Lucas could feel the tension coiling in his belly, his orgasm building with each thrust. He knew Trevor was close too; he could feel the way his knot was beginning to swell at the base of his cock, preparing to lock them together.

"I’m close..." Lucas gasped, his voice breaking as he felt himself teetering on the edge.

Lucas’s body convulsed as Trevor’s knot swelled fully, locking them together, his release pulsing deep inside, filling him completely. A strangled cry escaped Lucas’s lips, his back arching against the curve of the tub as pleasure ripped through him. Trevor’s hands gripped his hips bruisingly tight, holding him in place as the alpha’s cock throbbed with every pulse of cum, each wave a searing burst that made Lucas shudder uncontrollably.

"Oh... fuck," Lucas gasped, his voice trembling, his nails digging into Trevor’s shoulders. The heat of Trevor’s release was overwhelming, spreading through him like wildfire, and he could feel it pooling deep in his core. His legs tightened around Trevor’s waist instinctively, as if trying to pull him even closer, even though they were already locked together by the swollen knot.

Trevor’s chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged pants as he pressed his forehead against Lucas’s. His violet eyes burned with a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness, the kind that made Lucas’s stomach flip even now, even when he was already stuffed full of him. "Mine," Trevor growled, the word low and guttural. His lips brushed against Lucas’s temple, trailing down to his ear as he added, almost too quiet to hear, "All mine."

Lucas let out a shaky laugh, his body still trembling from the aftershocks. "You’re not exactly subtle about it," he murmured, his voice soft and breathless. He tilted his head to catch Trevor’s lips in a lazy kiss, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that was slower, less urgent now. The steam from the bath curled around them, clinging to their skin, making everything feel hazy and warm and perfect.