CHAPTER 306: CHAPTER 306: AN ALPHA STARVED

Lucas’s smirk returned, sharper now, mischief gleaming in the green of his eyes. "Good," he murmured, voice threaded with a daring edge. "Because I’m not done with you yet."

His hands moved lower, fingers slipping beneath the last barrier of fabric. He dragged it down, teasingly slow, the elastic brushing against Trevor’s skin as he peeled it away. Inch by inch, he bared him completely, until the last shred of restraint, cloth or otherwise, was gone, tossed aside with the rest.

Trevor’s chest rose harder now, his breath coming sharp as if every second tested the edge of his leash. His hands clenched against the sheets, the tendons in his forearms straining with the effort not to move, not to seize back the control he could so easily take.

Lucas leaned back on his heels, eyes drinking him in with unhurried satisfaction. His tongue flicked briefly against his lower lip, his smirk curving smug and hungry at once. "Obscene," he said softly.

Trevor’s violet eyes burned, his grin dangerous but trembling at the edges with restraint. His pheromones spiked again, thick in the air, cedar and steel wrapped tight around them both, suffocating in its potency. Still, he held himself still, every muscle tense, every vein alive with the effort of giving Lucas this moment.

Lucas dragged his palms slowly up Trevor’s thighs, his touch firm, claiming. When he bent forward, lips brushing Trevor’s stomach in a kiss just above his navel, his voice came low, wicked, and certain.

"Let go, Trevor. I want to see how long you can last before you break."

Trevor’s laugh cracked, rough and guttural, his eyes gleaming molten in the low light. "You’ll regret those words," he promised, though his hands stayed fisted tight in the sheets, knuckles white.

Trevor’s warning hung between them, low and guttural, but Lucas only smiled, teeth flashing quick and sharp. Instead of flinching, he leaned back, sitting astride Trevor’s hips like he had all the time in the world.

"Patience, Your Excellency," Lucas murmured, deliberately echoing Trevor’s titles as if mocking them, his hands slipping to the buttons of his own shirt. "You’re not the only one worth admiring."

Trevor’s eyes tracked every movement, his violet gaze molten with hunger, but he didn’t move. His chest rose hard, his hands still iron-clenched in the sheets, as though the effort of staying still had become its own battle.

Lucas worked the buttons with slow moves, parting the fabric inch by inch until pale skin showed through, gleaming faintly in the low lamplight. He shrugged it down, letting it slip from his shoulders and fall to the side. His smirk softened into something smaller, but his eyes glinted with challenge.

"Better?" he asked, tilting his head, though his fingers were already at the waistband of his trousers.

Trevor’s laugh came rough, broken, as though forced from his chest. "You’re going to kill me."

Lucas leaned down, brushing his lips teasingly against Trevor’s, his voice a whisper caught between mockery and promise. "That’s the idea."

He sat back again, sliding his trousers lower, slow enough that Trevor could watch every second, the lines of him revealed piece by piece. When the last of the fabric hit the floor, Lucas stretched over him once more, his bare skin pressing hot against Trevor’s restrained body.

The air thickened with pheromones, his own sharp-sweet omega scent spilling out, mixing with the cedar-and-steel intensity of Trevor’s until the room itself felt charged, heavy with possession and want.

Lucas smiled against his jaw, breath warm. "Now we’re even."

Trevor’s grin was a fierce, wild thing. "You have no idea what you’re playing with."

"I think I do," Lucas countered, his smirk returning as he finally wrapped his fingers around him, firm and claiming. Trevor was hot, pulsing against his palm. ’So much power,’ Lucas thought, ’all leashed for me

.’ The trust in that surrender was more powerful than any command.

He leaned down, his breath ghosting over Trevor’s heated skin. "I want to hear you," Lucas whispered, his lips brushing the tip, tasting the salt-clean pre-seed that had gathered there. "I want to hear you come for me."

Trevor’s head pressed back into the pillows, a guttural sound wrenching from deep in his chest. His hands, still fisted in the sheets, trembled with the strain of holding back. His pheromones spiked again, a dizzying wave of pure alpha need that made Lucas’s head swim, his own omega instincts purring in response to the raw display.

He took him into his mouth, slow and deep, his tongue swirling around the head before sinking down. Trevor’s hips twitched, a barely suppressed thrust, his entire body bowing off the bed.

"Lucas..." His name was a ragged prayer, a broken command that held no force except the force of his desperation.

Lucas hummed in response, the vibration pulling another choked cry from Trevor. He set a relentless rhythm, one hand working the base while the other cupped and gently squeezed the heavy weight beneath. He could feel the telltale thickening, the slight swell of Trevor’s knot beginning to form at the root. The promise of it sent a thrill through him, his own body responding with a fresh, slick heat.

He pulled off with a wet pop, looking up the length of Trevor’s body. His alpha was a vision of ruined control, violet eyes black with desire, chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, every muscle corded and tense.

"Beg for it," Lucas commanded, his voice a low, breathless murmur against Trevor’s ear. His hips rolled in a slow, torturous circle, the slick heat of him gliding over Trevor’s rigid length but not allowing him inside. "I want to hear you say it."

Trevor’s head thrashed against the pillows, a low, guttural groan tearing from his throat. His fingers, tangled in the sheets, clenched so hard the fabric threatened to rip. The air was thick, saturated with the intoxicating blend of his own dominant, musky scent and Lucas’s sweet, cloying omega pheromones, a perfume of pure, unadulterated arousal. "Lucas..."

"No," Lucas whispered, leaning down to nip at his jaw, a sharp, possessive little bite. "Use your words, Alpha. Tell me what you want."

Lucas had straddled him then, sinking onto him with a sigh that was both victory and relief, but he hadn’t given him everything. He’d established a maddening, shallow rhythm, taking only the head of Trevor’s cock, letting the thick, aching length of him feel the wet, clenching heat without ever being fully enveloped. It was a delicious torture, and Lucas, for all his omega submission, was the one in control this time.

"You want to come inside me, don’t you?" Lucas breathed, his lips brushing Trevor’s as he spoke. His green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire, reflecting the raw need on Trevor’s face. "You want to feel me clench around you when you knot me. You want to fill me up."

A shudder wracked Trevor’s entire frame. The words were a physical touch, sparking along his nerve endings. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking deeper friction, but Lucas held his ground, his hands braced on Trevor’s chest, controlling the pace, the depth, everything.

"Please, Lucas," Trevor gritted out, the plea ripped from somewhere deep and primal. His violet eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, were glazed, desperate. "I need to be inside you. All of me."

Lasso’s rhythm hitched. A soft, lustful sound escaped him. "Need to what?"

"I need to... fuck... I need to knot you." Trevor groaned, the words crude and profoundly true. It was the Alpha’s ultimate vulnerability, the surrender of command to a deeper, biological force. "Please, let me. Let me fill you. I’m begging you for it."