Chapter 236: You think?

Chapter 236: Chapter 236: You think?

Trevor grinned wickedly, his breath hot against Lucas’s skin. "Oh, I plan to."

Lucas couldn’t answer, but his body could for him, all tremble and heat and impossible need, pressing up into Trevor like gravity was a suggestion and want was the only law left. Trevor’s mouth curved wickedly, and he kissed the inside of Lucas’s thigh again, once, twice, slow enough to make time irrelevant.

Then he moved, rising back over him in a single smooth motion, claiming the space between them like it had always been his.

Trevor nipped at his throat, a sharp sting that made Lucas jolt, then pulled back just enough to strip Lucas’s pants off completely, tossing them aside without a second thought. His own followed shortly after, and then there was nothing between them but heat and want and the scent of Lucas’s slick.

The moment Trevor’s cock brushed against him, Lucas shuddered, his body instinctively pressing closer. This time Trevor didn’t drag out his teasing; he pushed in slowly and steadily, giving Lucas time to adjust even as his own restraint threatened to snap.

Lucas’s mouth fell open in a silent scream, feeling his body stretching to accommodate Trevor’s size. The stretch was so intense that Lucas’s mind could focus only on the shape and size of his alpha’s penis. Trevor’s hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt, and Lucas’s nails dug into his back as he adjusted to the fullness, the throbbing of it driving him mad.

"Gods," Trevor hissed, his hands gripping Lucas’s hips tightly as he bottomed out. "You feel so tight." He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock along Lucas’s sensitive walls, before thrusting back, his head leaning back with a groan, letting himself drown in sweet pheromones and the warmth of Lucas’s body.

Lucas’s legs tightened around him, urging him on even as his body trembled beneath him. "Move," he gasped against Trevor’s mouth. "Just move."

Trevor growled in response, his hips snapping forward with a force that drove the air from Lucas’s lungs. His hands moved to grip Lucas’s thighs, spreading them wider as he angled his thrusts, hitting that spot that made Lucas see stars.

Lucas moaned, his body trembling with the intensity of it all. He could feel every inch of Trevor inside him, the stretch and burn giving way to pure pleasure as Trevor’s rhythm picked up speed. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with their ragged breaths and muffled cries.

Trevor’s hips snapped forward, again and again, driving into Lucas with increasing intensity. Lucas’s legs wrapped around Trevor’s waist, pulling him deeper, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside him. Pleasure was building fast, coiling tight in Lucas’s stomach, threatening to overwhelm him.

"Close," Lucas gasped, his eyes squeezed shut. "So close."

Trevor’s knot began to swell at the base of his cock, catching on Lucas’s rim with each thrust. When it finally popped inside, Lucas let out a cry, his body clenching tight around Trevor. The knot stretched him wide, locking them together as Trevor buried himself deep inside.

"You’re mine," Trevor growled, his hips jerking as he came, filling Lucas with his seed. The warmth spread inside him, the sensation sending Lucas over the edge. His orgasm crashed over him, pulling a desperate cry from his lips as he spilled between them.

They clung to each other as the waves of pleasure subsided, their breathing ragged and hearts pounding. The knot kept them locked together, ensuring that every drop of Trevor’s cum stayed inside Lucas.

Trevor leaned down, capturing Lucas’s lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Lucas moaned into it, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

—

Trevor’s breath was still unsteady, chest rising and falling in a rhythm that didn’t quite match Lucas’s but hovered close enough to feel tethered. His hand remained splayed across Lucas’s stomach, the other curled possessively around his hip, holding him there like the world might try to steal him away.

Lucas wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, bodies flushed and flushed out, sweat cooling on skin that still prickled with every lingering brush of contact. The light had dipped entirely now, leaving the room soaked in warm shadows and the faint scent of sex and citrus and something that smelled like home.

Trevor shifted slightly, brushing a kiss against Lucas’s shoulder, then rested his forehead there with a groan muffled more by contentment than complaint.

"That was not... desk-appropriate behavior," Lucas murmured after a moment, his voice hoarse but clear.

Trevor huffed a soft laugh against his skin. "I didn’t bend you over the desk yet. But yes, it wasn’t couch-appropriate. I think we broke it."

Lucas craned his neck slightly, squinting toward the far end of the couch. One leg was visibly askew, and the ornate trim had split near the corner; the gilded finish was cracked like it had been bitten in half by history. One of the silk cushions had vanished entirely beneath the sideboard. Another was hanging on for dear life behind a lamp.

"You think?" he muttered, still breathless, as he shifted, only slightly, and felt the whole structure tilt under them. "We are literally sinking. This couch is, was,

Trevor didn’t even blink. He just hummed and kissed the slope of Lucas’s throat like gravity was a myth and guilt belonged to lesser men.

"If it helps," he murmured, breath warm against damp skin, "I’ll buy a dozen new ones."

Lucas let his head drop back against the twisted upholstery, a muscle jumping near his jaw. "You’re unbelievable."

Trevor made no effort to defend himself. "That couch always looked smug anyway."

"It was yours."

"And now it’s ours," Trevor corrected, voice low and still maddeningly satisfied. "Which means I get to break things with you on them whenever I want."

Lucas scoffed and shoved at his shoulder. It was a weak attempt, exhausted, boneless, but Trevor caught his hand and pressed it to his lips with a slow, deliberate kiss that made Lucas’s breath catch again, damn him.

"We have three other parlors," Trevor said. "And a library. And a sunroom. And two unused sitting rooms. All of this just in our wing, you’ll survive."

"I was trying to work."

"You were trying," Trevor agreed, brushing his knuckles along Lucas’s flushed cheek. "And then I walked in and remembered that I’m married to the most beautiful creature alive, and he looked like he needed to be reminded."

"Reminded of what?"

Trevor leaned down, their noses almost brushing. "That I love him enough to ruin expensive furniture for the privilege of making him come."

Lucas groaned, equal parts exasperated and something far warmer. "We’re never going to have nice things, are we?"

Trevor grinned. "You’re the nicest thing I own."

"You don’t own me."

"No, but you’re mine anyway." He kissed the corner of Lucas’s mouth, slower this time. "And I’m yours. Along with this estate, the spare keys to the west wing, and probably whatever’s left of that couch."

Lucas sighed, sinking deeper into Trevor’s arms as the last light faded through the tall windows. Somewhere in the mansion, the faint sound of evening staff moving about echoed quietly, measured footsteps, the clink of china, distant doors closing with the gentle hush of old hinges. The estate was alive around them, but in this room, in this moment, there was only the warmth of touch and breath and the quiet thrum of shared skin.