CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 307: DOMINANT MATES (1)

A triumphant, hungry sound rumbled in his chest as Lucas finally, finally, sank down, taking every inch of Trevor in one fluid, breathtaking motion.

Trevor’s back arched off the bed, a broken cry echoing in the room. The feeling was unimaginable. The velvety, vice-like tightness, the scorching heat, the way Lucas’s body yielded and stretched to accommodate him.

A triumphant, hungry sound rumbled in his chest as Lucas finally, finally, sank down, taking every inch of Trevor in one fluid, breathtaking motion.

Trevor’s back arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing free, raw and unrestrained. His hands shot from the sheets to Lucas’s thighs, gripping hard enough to bruise before he forced himself, barely, to loosen his hold. Every nerve in his body screamed to move, to thrust, to claim, but the weight of his mate above him, smirking, panting, and in complete command, pinned him more effectively than chains ever could.

"Fuck," Trevor rasped, violet eyes wide, pupils blown. "Lucas..."

Lucas’s hips rolled slow, his slick heat gripping tight as he set a pace just shy of mercy. His hands pressed flat against Trevor’s chest, nails grazing across hard muscle, leaving faint lines in their wake. The omega’s smirk was crooked, but his voice came low, ragged with pleasure. "I told you... I wanted to hear you break."

Trevor’s chest heaved, every breath threaded with groans he couldn’t swallow down. His pheromones surged uncontrollably now, cedar and steel flooding the air, saturating the room in dominance, and yet all of it bent toward Lucas, wrapping him in possession.

Lucas arched his back as he rode him, the angle forcing Trevor deeper, harder with each slide. His own scent spilled heavy into the air, sweet and sharp, answering Trevor’s with equal force until their pheromones tangled like combat and kiss alike. His body trembled with every thrust, slick and tight, but his smirk held.

"You wanted this," Lucas panted, leaning low until his mouth brushed Trevor’s ear, his teeth catching the lobe. "Begged for it. Remember?"

Trevor groaned so deep it shook the bedframe, his hands sliding to Lucas’s waist, clamping down as if to anchor himself from unraveling completely. His knot pulsed thick at the root, pressing insistently each time their hips met. "Gods, Lucas... please..."

"Please what?" Lucas taunted, though his own voice shook, his thighs burning from the relentless rhythm he refused to ease. His green eyes were fever-bright, locked on Trevor’s ruined face. "Say it again."

Trevor’s restraint shattered. His head tipped back, a guttural grumble breaking free as his hips surged up, finally meeting Lucas’s movements with brutal force. The knot swelled fully, fat and unmistakable, locking them together in a searing, perfect instant.

Lucas cried out, oversensitive and overwhelmed, as he was stretched to his limit, filled so completely he could hardly breathe. Trevor’s release followed, hot, pulsing into him in thick, claiming spurts. Lucas could feel each one, a branding flood that seemed to have no end, filling him until he felt dizzy with it.

For a long moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the overwhelming, musky-sweet scent of their joining. Trevor’s hands gentled on Lucas’s hips, stroking soothing circles as the last shudders wracked their bodies.

Slowly, carefully, Trevor guided Lucas to collapse forward against his chest, their bodies still intimately tied. He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as they both gasped for air.

Lucas nuzzled into the crook of Trevor’s neck, inhaling the dominant scent of his alpha. He could feel the proof of Trevor’s release already beginning to seep around the edges of the knot where they were tied. The sensation was deeply primal, deeply satisfying. He was full, so completely full, of his alpha.

Trevor nuzzled his hair, his breath hot against Lucas’s damp skin. His voice, when it came, was a hoarse, satisfied whisper laced with awe. "Look at you... taking my knot so perfectly... taking all of me."

Lucas shifted slightly, a faint, tired smirk gracing his lips as he felt another weak pulse deep inside him. "You say that... like it’s our first time."

Trevor’s laugh was rough, cracked from the force of what had just torn through him. His lips brushed against Lucas’s temple, the faintest graze of teeth following as if he couldn’t stop himself. "It feels like the first time every time with you."

Lucas let out a low hum, shifting just enough to grind down slightly against the knot still stretching him wide. Trevor groaned, the sound guttural, his fingers flexing at his mate’s back like he was one breath away from flipping him under.

Lucas gasped as the world tilted, the sheets twisting beneath them. In a single, fluid motion, Trevor had reversed their positions, pressing Lucas down into the mattress without ever slipping free. The knot held them tight, sealing them together, forcing Lucas to take the sudden weight and heat of his alpha towering over him.

Violet eyes glowed above him, molten with hunger that had finally broken past restraint. Trevor braced one arm beside Lucas’s head, his chest heaving, damp strands of dark hair clinging to his temples. "You really like to provoke me," he growled, voice low, rough, vibrating with a warning that was half-threat, half-promise.

Lucas’s lips curved into a breathless smirk despite the way his body trembled, still stretched impossibly full. "Maybe," he murmured, green eyes sharp even through the haze of pleasure, "because I like watching you break."

Trevor’s laugh was harsh, strained, nothing like composure, more like a man clawing for control he no longer cared to keep. His hips rolled once, deep, sending another shockwave through both of them. "Careful," he rasped, lowering his mouth to Lucas’s ear, his breath hot, his teeth grazing. "You’re tied to me. There’s no running from this."

Lucas’s smirk faltered into a gasp, his nails digging into Trevor’s shoulders, his legs tightening around him instinctively. "Who said I wanted to run?"

Trevor’s pupils blew wide, his grin feral, satisfied. "Good," he whispered, before driving into him again, knot swollen, locking them deeper, making every movement drag and press against overstimulated nerves until Lucas’s head tipped back with a raw cry.

The bed shook beneath the force of it, every thrust brutal, claiming, Trevor’s weight pinning him so there was no escape, not that Lucas wanted one. His smirk had shattered into open-mouthed gasps, his body trembling with each sharp snap of Trevor’s hips, the knot stretching and grinding until every nerve lit like fire.

"Trevor..." His voice cracked, swallowed by another ragged cry as Trevor’s hand caught his jaw, holding him still, forcing those green eyes to meet violet ones gone wild.

"You asked for this," Trevor growled, his words a snarl broken with pleasure. "You told me to let go." His hips slammed forward again, harder, deeper, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room, wet and obscene.

Lucas clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving red lines across damp skin, his head thrashing as heat and pressure mounted inside him. His scent spilled sharp and sweet, filling the air until it tangled thick with Trevor’s cedar-and-steel musk, the two pheromones locking them into a haze of pure, raw want.

Trevor didn’t hold back now, every thrust was fast, primal, the pent-up restraint of earlier broken into something savage. The knot ground into him mercilessly, dragging over every swollen nerve, until Lucas sobbed out a sound that was part plea, part ecstasy.

"Fuck... Trevor..." His body clenched tight around him, milking every inch, begging without words even as his voice failed him.

Trevor’s forehead pressed to his, sweat slicking their skin together, his grin nothing short of wicked as his voice tore out hoarse: "Then take it. All of it."