The door closed behind Trevor with a soft click.
Lucas didn't move.
Not right away.
The stillness that followed the alpha was thick, humid with leftover pheromones and the ghost of Trevor's mouth still clinging to his skin. The suite, normally calm and airy with the faint scent of bergamot and paper, now smelled wrong. Or rather, right, but too much.
Like Trevor.
Like something territorial and tethering.
Lucas slowly let himself fall back onto the pillows, the tablet forgotten somewhere near his hip, the stylus still resting lightly between two fingers. His breath exhaled in one long, shaky line, eyes tracing the ceiling's molding with a gaze that barely focused.
'Gods.'
He was not imagining the warmth that still lingered on his neck, nor the pressure where Trevor's thigh had pressed between his legs. Nor the dull ache curling in his stomach like something hungry and coiled and terribly awake.
Lucas groaned softly, covering his face with one arm.
This was… new.
