Trevor lingered there, his lips resting on the mark as if it were sacred, the most important thing he'd ever touched. And for him, it was. Lucas was his life's most important person.
The skin beneath his mouth was hot to the point of feverish, flushed with need and blood. He didn't bite, though his canines ached with the memory of it. He didn't press harder, though every cell in his body urged him to. Instead, he simply stayed.
His breath, cool from the night-chilled air of the room, ghosted over the damp, sensitive skin of the bond mark, and Lucas shivered violently, beautifully.
His omega.
The thought pulsed through Trevor with quiet finality, anchoring itself like a weight at the base of his spine. Not possession nor ownership, something he didn't expect. Belonging. Lucas wasn't beneath him, but with him, trembling and breathless and undone by nothing more than a kiss and the slow, steady presence of hands that had never hurt him.
