Lucas pressed his face deeper into the soft wool of Trevor's blazer, a low, needy sound vibrating in his throat. The frantic edge was gone, soothed by his alpha's presence, but a deeper ache was beginning to take its place, a molten pull low in his belly. His skin felt too sensitive, the brush of his own clothing a faint echo of the touch he truly craved.
Trevor's hand never stopped its slow, rhythmic motion on the back of Lucas's neck. Under his thumb the bond mark at the base of the omega's nape pulsed faintly, a living warmth beneath the skin. It was a mark he had given more than a year ago; it always thrummed when Lucas's heat approached, but tonight it seemed to vibrate with a new, deeper note.
