Chapter 25 Leviathan
Leviathan
Leviathan felt Galilee’s pulse kick up and her body tense, but he pressed his hand lightly against her, both to comfort and
to ground her.
“Lucifer,” the girl said, and her voice shook with fear and adrenaline and want.
The Devil was dressed in a suit of deep sinking black and a black shirt with an open collar. Levi hated that he recognized
the look crossing Lucifer’s face as he took in Galilee playing with his prince on the bed. It felt wrong for the Devil to
look so uncertain, his hand hovering at the doorknob as if he was about to turn and leave. He shouldn’t have looked like he
cared. He was the King of Hell. He should have made a casual joke, brushed it aside, worn a mask Levi could deal with, but
instead Lucifer was just standing there, and anyone could see he didn’t know if he was welcome or unwanted.
Leviathan didn’t move his hand from the curve of Galilee’s breast, but his eyes were fixed on Lucifer. “Can he stay?” he murmured
to the girl, loud enough for Lucifer to hear.
Heat flushed her body at the suggestion, and if Leviathan had to guess, her flesh would be tightening with a slick rush. Galilee
liked that idea. He brushed his thumb over her nipple casually, and she drew in a hiss of air, her body writhing under his. Lucifer’s eyes dropped to the hand cupping Galilee’s breast, and Leviathan watched as the girl bit her lip.
“Do you—would you want to stay?” she asked Lucifer. She was gorgeous and naked, exposed in the bracket of Leviathan’s body, a wanton little
offering.
Lucifer met Leviathan’s eyes with a faint relief. “Yes,” he said quickly. “I want to stay.”
He shut the door behind him, locking it with an audible click, then walked across the room, never taking his eyes off the
bed. Leviathan knew Galilee would find the smooth mask of Lucifer’s face unreadable, so he relaxed his body above hers, going
languid as if there was no threat, his eyes lazily watching Lucifer.
“Quite a suit,” he noted, as Lucifer unbuttoned the jacket and sat down in an armchair, lounging back in it easily. “How did
the meeting go?”
“Michael bought the bluff. He was pissed, though. Told me to make sure Galilee stays off Heaven’s radar or he’d find a way
to get her soul out of Hell’s custody.”
Levi chuckled. “He’d be sanctioning his own annihilation the minute they found out how she was made.”
“I’m right here,” Galilee protested lightly.
“So I see.” Lucifer’s fingers were tapping gently on the burled wood of the armrests. The Devil looked open and welcoming,
friendly even. “Michael was just making his own bluff, Galilee. He can’t risk bringing you to Heaven’s attention.”
Leviathan trailed his fingers down Galilee’s ribs, palming her hip. She was so fucking soft; it took a fair amount of restraint
for the prince to move as slowly as he’d been going. “She’s safe then?” he asked Lucifer.
Lucifer nodded, watching Leviathan’s hand. “She’s safe.”
Galilee was breathing hard, her eyes moving between the two of them, torn between her relief and her guilt. “Um, Luci . . .
should we talk?” She meant about this, about her being naked under Leviathan’s hands.
The Devil gave her a soft smile. “It’s all right, beloved. I understand.”
“But—” Galilee broke off as Leviathan lowered his head again and took her nipple into his mouth. “Fuck, Levi,” she gasped, her eyes closing for a second. The prince smiled privately to himself as his forked tongue played with
her hot flesh. Galilee forced her eyes open and struggled to gather her words. “Luci, I . . .”
Lucifer was gazing at them with a keen-edged look on his face. “Do you know how old Levi and I are, Galilee?”
Leviathan nudged her legs open with his knee, and Galilee whimpered as she let him. He wanted to crawl into her head and ask
her questions—if she was shocked by how wet she was just because Lucifer was there, because he’d caught her and yet she was
still going on, still letting Leviathan splay her open as if he wanted to show her off, which the prince most certainly did.
This was the closest he’d been to Lucifer in a very long time.
“We’re so fucking old, beloved.” The Devil was watching Leviathan’s hand knead the flesh of her thigh as he spoke. “Let my prince make you feel
good. I think he’s exactly what you need right now.”
There was a faint emphasis on “my,” and Leviathan ignored how it thrilled him. He was just as bad as Galilee, just as much
at the Devil’s mercy. Lucifer looked so neatly seamed in all that black, his hair slicked back, smelling of spiced smoke even
from across the room. He smiled, but it was sad, and of course Galilee couldn’t let it go.
“Luci, I’m sorry I hurt you,” she said. Leviathan planted kisses on her sternum, and Lucifer looked at the girl with steady
eyes. “I still want you,” she blurted out, and Leviathan hummed approval against her ribs. There was some shame in the words,
but she’d get over that soon. Lucifer’s eyes had bled black, and his hands were curved over the arms of the chair, his knuckles
paling.
“I just can’t hurt you right now,” Galilee continued. “Not even if you want it. Not after what I did to you.”
None of it was a lie. Leviathan could almost feel her desire for Lucifer still crawling under her skin, loud and reckless.
He understood it more than she knew. Leviathan’s world would begin and end if Lucifer unzipped those perfect black pants to pull out his cock, if he walked over and slid it into Galilee’s mouth as Leviathan kissed her stomach, if he watched her with those kind eyes as he fucked her face slowly while Leviathan watched them both and all their skin was touching each other’s skin and the circuit was completed.
Lucifer hissed in a breath and flashed his eyes at Leviathan. “Don’t look at me like that,” he warned. The Devil’s eyes were spiraling gold galaxies being swallowed up by a black hole, and Leviathan averted his gaze.
They weren’t ready. They might never be ready.
Lucifer gathered himself and spoke to the girl. “There’s nothing to forgive, Galilee. We’re not human. Sometimes we slip our
own leashes—it happens.”
“Besides,” Leviathan reminded her, as he traced his tongue over her stomach. “You fixed the hellgate and averted a little
apocalypse.” She had also almost killed the Devil, but if Lucifer wasn’t holding a grudge, it made no sense for her to flagellate
herself over what she’d done.
“That too,” Lucifer agreed. “And I still want you, Galilee. I think I always will.”
Leviathan spread her thighs open a little wider, and Galilee gasped as air wafted gently over her wet folds. Lucifer’s nostrils
flared, and his voice ran sweet and slow like dark molasses.
“I understand why I can’t touch you right now,” he said, “but let Leviathan do it for me, Galilee.”
Oh, that bastard. Leviathan hated how hard his cock was at the thought of being Lucifer’s proxy. He raised his head and smirked
at the Devil.
“She’s been begging me to touch her,” he said, running his fingers down the inside of her thighs. Galilee squirmed and gasped
below him, but Leviathan studied Lucifer’s face. “She’s so wet. I can’t wait to taste her.” He bit the skin over her ribs
lightly, and Galilee whimpered so prettily.
Lucifer leaned forward in the chair, bracing his elbows on his knees as he looked at them. His face was still as beautiful as the first time Leviathan had seen him Fall, still as luminescent. It hurt to look at the Morningstar.
“Do you like this, Galilee?” he asked. “Him touching you. Me watching.”
Galilee tossed her head, her pupils blown wide and dark. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I like it, Luci.”
The voids in Lucifer’s eyes deepened and darkened at her answer, his lips pulling back over sharp teeth as he smiled. “Good
girl. Do you want to see Leviathan’s cock? It’s fucking beautiful.”
That bastard. Leviathan felt his erection jump against her thigh, and Galilee skipped a breath. She slid her hand into his locs and turned
his head to look into her face. Leviathan could see each freckle on her skin, the soft part of her lips. Her eyes were sharp
and wild as she searched his face.
“Yes,” she gasped, not breaking Leviathan’s gaze even as she spoke to the Devil. “I want to see it, Luci.”
Want and wonder coursed through Leviathan’s blood as he looked back at her, how easily she was playing this game, how seamlessly
she fit into the chasm that had formed between him and Lucifer. Even if the Devil hadn’t walked in, Leviathan would’ve touched
her just because she was herself. He stroked her cheek, and her name slipped from his tongue, edged with a soft awe. Galilee
kissed his mouth softly. Across the room, the leather of the armchair creaked gently as Lucifer leaned back, his palm brushing
his dick through his clothes.
“Take off your pants, Levi,” he ordered.
If Leviathan had been standing, he would have fallen at those words, at the calm command he had heard millions of times before and thought he never would again.
Instead, Galilee let go of his hair so he could roll to the side and obey Lucifer, shucking off the loose trousers.
Leviathan knelt over the girl on the bed, his locs pouring down his body, overflowing onto hers.
His cock was thick and dappled as it curved between them, drops gleaming at the tip.
Galilee’s pulse was hungry in the side of her neck, her eyes eating up the view.
“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered.
“He is,” Lucifer agreed. “Do you want to touch him, Galilee? Would you like to touch his cock?”
Leviathan threw Lucifer a dark look, and the Devil grinned wickedly at him.
Galilee bit her lip with anticipation. “Yeah,” she said. “I do.”
He wanted her to touch him, to wrap her hands around his dick, to wrap her mouth around all that hot skin, that hard flesh.
Lucifer curled his lip as he watched them. “Beg me for it,” he commanded.
Leviathan swore softly and closed his eyes as he waited, his body shaking with fine trembles. Galilee sat up in the bed, her