CHAPTER 445: CHAPTER 445: HEAT (3)

"Still hate me?" Trevor murmured against his lips.

Lucas’s breath hitched, a ragged sound as he surfaced from the all-consuming pleasure. His body was limp and shuddering, but a flicker of defiance, that old, familiar fire, flashed in his glazed eyes. He managed a weak, breathless scoff. "You’re an insufferable bastard," he whispered, the words lacking any real heat.

Trevor’s chuckle was a deep, velvety rumble against Lucas’ throat. "I know." He kissed the frantic pulse there, licking the taste of salt and satisfaction from Lucas’s skin. His hands roamed over Lucas’s sides, his hips, and his thighs, remapping a territory that had just been so thoroughly conquered. "But I’m your insufferable bastard. And you’re still so slick for me. So hot."

Lucas groaned softly, the sound torn between a curse and a moan as Trevor’s words slid over his skin like silk. His limbs refused to move, boneless from release, but his mouth hadn’t surrendered entirely. "Don’t sound so proud," he muttered hoarsely, trying to gather the last threads of his composure and failing spectacularly.

Trevor nipped at his shoulder, just enough to make him twitch. "Too late for that," he murmured. "You came apart so beautifully... You should see yourself."

Lucas’s cheeks flushed again, deeper now with reluctant pleasure. "Don’t you dare..."

"Already burned into memory," Trevor said, shameless and smug, nuzzling into the crook of Lucas’s neck. "The way you clenched around the third ring? That helpless cry?" He exhaled slowly, like it was something sacred. "Perfect."

"You are banned from speaking for the next hour," Lucas gritted out.

Trevor’s laugh was low and pleased, the kind that said he’d keep speaking just to hear Lucas fall apart again. But instead, he kissed the corner of Lucas’s mouth with quiet reverence.

Then, just when Lucas thought he might be granted peace, Trevor leaned in again and whispered, "So... second setting?"

Lucas let out a sound that might’ve once been a growl if he hadn’t just been thoroughly wrecked and reduced to a trembling puddle of post-orgasmic haze. He turned his head, ever so slightly, just enough to fix Trevor with a glare that could’ve withered crops, if not for the way his eyes still sparkled, dazed and glazed with afterglow.

"No," he rasped. "No second setting. No third. No experimental escalation. I’m filing a cease and desist."

Trevor raised a brow, clearly unrepentant. "That’s not how marital agreements work, sweetheart."

Lucas opened his mouth to argue, to insult, maybe even to threaten litigation, but all that came out was a breathless whimper when Trevor’s fingers drifted lower again, tracing along the mess he’d made of him. Possessive. Adoring and totally infuriating.

"I will throw you off the balcony," Lucas mumbled, defeated.

"We’re on the ground floor," Trevor reminded him, far too cheerfully.

"Then I’ll move to the second floor. And then throw you off."

Trevor grinned, leaning in to press a kiss to Lucas’s jaw, then another to the corner of his mouth, gentler now. "You say that like you don’t want to stay exactly like this."

Lucas, breathless and trembling, glared at the ceiling like it personally betrayed him. "You better do your husband’s job; the child is not coming alone."

The words, spoken in a haze of defiance and exhaustion, landed in the quiet room like a lit match. Trevor’s entire body went still. The playful, smug energy vanished from him in an instant, replaced by a sudden, profound gravity. He lifted his head, his gaze searching Lucas’s face, his expression stripped bare of all teasing.

"My husband’s job," he repeated, his voice a low, rough murmur. The words were a statement, a vow, a sacred text he’d just been handed.

Trevor shifted, settling his weight between Lucas’s thighs. The heat of his bare skin was a brand against Lucas’s own. He took himself in hand, his thick, heavy cock resting against Lucas’s slick, swollen entrance.

"Look at me," Trevor insisted, his voice soft but firm.

Lucas forced his eyes open, meeting the intense, burning gaze of his alpha. Trevor’s violet eyes were dark with a possessive love so profound it stole the air from his lungs. He held Lucas’ gaze as he pushed forward, sinking into him in a single slow thrust.

The sensation was overwhelming. The heat, the texture, the sheer, living presence of him filling every inch of Lucas’s body. A perfect, seamless joining that made Lucas sigh in relief. Trevor’s hips touched his, causing him to seat himself to the hilt, and a bidding sweat traced a path through the already wet temple.

Trevor leaned down, his forearms bracketing Lucas’s head, and gently kissed him. "I’ve got you," he said softly, the words a sacred promise against his skin.

He began to move, his strokes deep with a slow, powerful rhythm that was meant for more than just pleasure. Each retreat left Lucas feeling empty, each return a grounding, possessive claim. The scent of them filled the air, a storm of cedar and rain, honey and heat, a declaration of their love. Lucas’s legs wrapped around Trevor’s waist, pulling him impossibly deeper, his hands clutching at Trevor’s shoulders, holding on as his world was remade.

The pressure began to build at their base, a delicious, insistent swelling that Lucas felt with every thrust. Trevor’s rhythm grew more urgent, his breathing harsher.

"Trevor," Lucas gasped, his head thrown back, his body arching to meet the powerful thrusts. "Please..."

"I know," Trevor gritted out, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, of drawing it out. "I know, love. Together."

With a final, powerful thrust, Trevor drove himself deep, and the knot swelled, locking them together in a single, seamless bond.

Lucas’ orgasm began deep within him, a slow, endless roll of pleasure that grew until it crested, washing over him in a blinding, all-consuming rush. He cried out, a sound of pure, unadulterated bliss as his body convulsed around the thick, pulsing knot, milking Trevor as he found his own release. A deep, guttural groan tore from Trevor’s throat as he pulsed, hot and endless, filling Lucas, marking him from the inside out.

They stayed locked together, a tangled, sweaty, breathless mess. Trevor collapsed onto Lucas, careful of his weight, burying his face in the crook of his neck. Lucas’s hands stroked lazily up and down his back, his body humming with a deep, sated peace.

Trevor stayed buried deep, knot swollen and pulsing, his breath still heavy with satisfaction. Lucas, wrecked and trembling beneath him, had just begun to drift into that rare, post-orgasmic quiet when...