Chapter 353: Chapter 353: Everything you want
The last course had been cleared, the final toast made, and the hall was easing into that lull where people lingered more out of habit than necessity. Lucas had endured every minute with the same polished smile, answering small talk with the kind of charm that made courtiers preen. But beneath the table, Trevor’s hand rested over his, steady and warm, a quiet reminder of the promise he’d whispered before they left the suite.
By the time the last polite laugh rippled around the table, Lucas was done.
He set his napkin down with measured grace and leaned toward Trevor with a smile so controlled it was practically weaponized. "We’re leaving," he murmured, soft enough for only him to hear.
Trevor’s violet eyes flicked to him, glinting with something darker than amusement. He didn’t argue. He didn’t even glance at the others before rising smoothly, drawing Lucas up with him in one seamless motion. Chairs scraped back in acknowledgment, voices dipped into murmured farewells, but Trevor didn’t slow.
Benjamin called something after them, something about "intermission" and "second act," but Lucas didn’t turn. Alistair’s low chuckle followed them out, but even that faded as the great doors swung shut behind them.
The moment they were alone in the corridor, Lucas exhaled, shoulders loosening. "If I had to hear one more speech about trade balances, I was going to stab someone with my dessert fork."
Trevor’s arm slid around his waist, drawing him close as they walked. "You survived," he said quietly, the cedar of his scent already sharpening. "Now I keep my promise."
Lucas’s lips curved, slow and dangerous, the tired polish of dinner peeling away to reveal the hunger underneath. "Good," he murmured, leaning closer, green eyes bright in the low light. "Because I’ve been thinking about it since we sat down."
Trevor didn’t hurry his steps, but his hand tightened at Lucas’s hip, guiding him through the manor’s corridors with the unshakable certainty of a man already set on his destination.
By the time the doors of their suite closed behind them, Lucas had already undone the first button of his shirt, his smile turning feral.
Trevor leaned back against the door, not moving closer yet, violet eyes fixed on him like a tether. "Not until you tell me," he murmured. His voice was low, edged with cedar, and already thickening in the air. "What did you think about at that table? What did you think while you were smiling at people you couldn’t stand?"
Lucas’s long fingers stilled on his shirt. He tilted his head, green eyes gleaming, as if gauging whether Trevor would really make him say it. "You want the truth?"
"I always do." Trevor pushed away from the door, closing the distance by slow, measured steps. "Every detail. Every thought you swallowed down while you kept that smile on." His voice was low and dark enough to tempt the saitest man into sin.
Lucas huffed a laugh, but there was no humor in it, only the heat he tried to ignore all night. "I imagined you," he admitted. His fingers trailed down his chest, brushing the open lapel of his shirt wider. "Your hands under the table, pushing my legs apart while I pretended to listen to policy talk."
Trevor’s jaw tightened. His hand found Lucas’s chin, tilting his face up. "Go on."
Lucas’s breath caught, but his smile sharpened. "I imagined leaning close enough for Benjamin to see, whispering in your ear, asking you to ruin me before dessert. I imagined you keeping your promise right there, knotting me in the middle of that godforsaken dinner just so no one else would dare look at us."
Trevor’s breath came rougher now, cedar rolling off him in heavy waves. His thumb brushed over Lucas’s lower lip, tracing the faint curve of his feral smile. "And did you imagine how I’d make you beg for it?"
Lucas caught his wrist, holding him there. "Oh, I don’t need to imagine that," he whispered. "I already know."
Trevor’s mouth crashed into his, all teeth and heat, swallowing the low moan that broke from Lucas’s chest. In one smooth surge, Trevor lifted him fully, pressing his body against the door, the wood groaning under the impact.
The shirt that had been half-undone was nothing but a flimsy obstacle. Trevor ripped it open the rest of the way, buttons scattering, his hands spreading over the pale lines of Lucas’s chest. The bond mark at his nape pulsed, hot against Trevor’s lips when he bent to taste it, biting hard enough to leave it glowing red.
Lucas gasped, his head falling back against the door, his legs tightening around Trevor’s waist. "This," he panted, green eyes half-lidded but blazing, "this is what I wanted at dinner."
Trevor’s answer was a growl against his throat. "And you’ll get every thought you had. Every one of them."
He carried him the few steps to their bed, laying him down with far less grace than usual, urgency crackling in the air. Lucas dragged him down by the tie, lips parting in another hungry kiss even as Trevor tore his own jacket off and sent it flying.
Clothes fell away in frantic succession, Lucas shoving at Trevor’s shirt, Trevor yanking down Lucas’s trousers, their hands colliding in their rush to bare skin. When Trevor finally settled between his thighs, the air itself seemed to thicken, cedar and honey mixing until breathing felt like drowning in each other.
Trevor pressed the head of his cock against slick, needy heat, teasing just enough to make Lucas whimper, the sound cut off when Trevor gripped his jaw. "Say it," he ordered, voice a low, feral rumble.
Lucas’s lips curled into a feral smile of his own. "I wanted you to take me in front of everyone," he admitted, voice trembling from the edge of desperation. "But I’ll settle for you ruining me here. Knot me, Trevor. Fill me until I can’t think about anything but us."
Trevor’s restraint shattered. He thrust forward in one long, claiming stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Lucas cried out, back arching, the stretch of him almost too much and yet exactly what he craved.
The rhythm that followed was brutal, relentless, every drive of Trevor’s hips punching moans out of Lucas’s throat, the bond mark at his nape thrumming so hard it felt like a second heartbeat. Trevor bent low, teeth scraping the mark again, and Lucas shattered around him, body clenching tight as he came with a broken sound.
Trevor didn’t stop. He chased him through the aftershocks, rut pouring through every thrust, the base of his cock swelling thicker and thicker. His hand pressed down against Lucas’s belly, right over his womb, the promise from nights ago sparking between them.
"I’ll give it to you," Trevor rasped against his ear. "Everything you want. My knot, my seed, our child."
Lucas’s nails raked down his back, a choked laugh tearing from him even as another wave of heat overtook him. "Finally," he gasped.
With a guttural cry, Trevor slammed deep one last time, knot swelling wide and locking them together as he spilled into him, pulse after heavy pulse of molten heat flooding Lucas’s body. Lucas clung to him, head thrown back, bond singing like a live wire as pleasure dragged him under again.
The world narrowed to the tie, to the hot press of Trevor inside him, to the overwhelming weight of love and possession that bound them closer than any vow.
And when Trevor finally dropped his forehead against his, both of them shaking, Lucas managed a breathless, feral smile. "Better than dessert."
Trevor’s laugh was rough and broken against his lips. "Much."