Trevor's voice was a low growl that shook Lucas to his core. He forced his eyes open, meeting the wildfire in Trevor's violet gaze. The connection was magnetic, an unbroken thread of pure desire.
And then the world spun.
In one fluid motion, Trevor flipped him over onto his stomach. The sheets felt cool against his flushed skin, in stark contrast to the furnace-like heat of Trevor's body covering his own. Lucas gasped into the pillow, the breath knocked from his lungs, his still-trembling limbs splayed beneath the alpha's weight.
Trevor's hands were everywhere at once. One large palm splayed between his shoulder blades, pinning him gently to the mattress. The other smoothed down the curve of his spine, over the swell of his ass, with a possessiveness that made Lucas moan. He nuzzled into the back of Lucas's neck, inhaling deeply, and the groan that rumbled from his chest was pure need.
