Chapter 6
SIX
LEVIATHAN
“Are we going to kill it?”
I think about it. This pudgy little creature in my lap keeps purring for some unknown reason. It probably has a ridiculous name like Fluffy. I have no idea what possessed me to bring him with me after leaving Aiden Walker’s house.
I managed to beat him there because he drives like an eighty-year old grandma. It was easy enough to break through his locks and make my way inside where I was immediately greeted by this monstrosity. It kept… touching me. Making these weird quiet clicking sounds like it was choking. I don’t know much about cats but this one is unusual.
I didn’t have much time to peruse Aiden’s home, because after fixating on his cat for too long, he arrived. It was a gut reaction that made me pick up the creature and run out into the forest. I could have dropped it off on the side of the road but somehow it’s found itself here.
My brothers eye me curiously, no one more so than Mammon. Always watching, always analyzing. Asi couldn’t seem more disinterested. Bel is just hyping up Gore per usual.
“We could skin it?” Bel proposes, running his hands up and down Gore’s back temptingly. He leans in and nips at his ear. “Paint our walls with his blood.”
Before fucking in it more than likely.
Gore pouts, making grabby hands at the creature. “Not the kitty.”
“Why do you have a cat?” Mammon finally asks, pressing his hip against the grand piano in our living room. The same one I hear playing in the dark hours of the night, a ghost in our grandeur, never peeking out of my room to see who’s spinning the deadly melody.
“Reasons,” is all I say, not wanting to get into it, feeling unusually defensive of the fur ball. “We keep the cat.”
Asi raises a brow, finally looking up at me. “Really?”
I grit my teeth. Why all the fucking questions? “Yes, really .”
“We had our fun tonight,” Bel chimes in, wagging his brows at me. “How about you, brother? Did you give in yet?”
He asks it like it's part of a fun game and for us it is. Who will cave to the darkness first? The obvious answer is always Bel and Gore. Asi… maybe? But Mammon has a will of steel and is always last. I can go either way if I try my hardest but tonight knocked me on my ass in more ways than one.
Because I don’t understand the pull I feel toward Aiden Walker. I’ve never been… obsessed before. That’s the only word I can use to describe it. A deep, consuming, deadly possession where I just saw him and knew he was mine. The fates commanded it for fuck’s sake. I picked out his name from the bowl and I’ll get to have the pleasure of ingesting his last and final scream on the Earth.
Will he whimper for me? Beg me? Will he whine and squirm while my knife digs into his stomach and carves his guts out?
I shake my head. This is strange. I think briefly that this is something I should share with my brothers—Mammon at least —but I refrain. I hold back because I know what he’ll say. He’ll pass judgment, and I don’t need that shit right now.
Right now, the thrumming in my veins tells me I need to see Aiden Walker again.
“Don’t kill the cat,” is all I grunt as I throw the creature at Gore who takes him with greedy hands.
Gore purrs as the cat tries to scramble away from him. “Oh, but I hadn’t noticed it’s sooooo pretty.”
I give Asi a look and he nods. The cat will be fine. If anything, perhaps slightly maimed by the time I come back. Cats can live without an ear or two, right?
Mammon gives me a questioning quirk of his brow, eyeing the fact that I still have my collar on, so he knows what that means. I’m going back out tonight, I have to, and I don’t think the hells could stop me now.
It’s the witching hour, the time of night where the world sleeps, but my brothers and I revel in our wicked miseries. I’m sure Aiden will be passed out as well but that’s a risk I’m willing to take. As I leave the house, I opt for the sleek black convertible that blends into the night. A car this luxurious doesn’t stand out amongst the residents of this town, so I’m not worried about drawing too much suspicion. Either way, I don’t think I could care anymore. Not when my body is forcing me toward Aiden.
Aiden Walker. Aiden Walker. Aiden Walker.
His name is like a sinful prayer in my head as I take the long drive to his house. It’s on the other side of the island, pretty much in the outskirts, so it’s not a shock I’ve never run into him before. Unlike Mammon and Asi who can blend in, Gore, Bel, and I can’t. We’re confined to this gated community, sheltered by Master’s wishes, but I’m not sure I’d want it any other way. Acting… normal seems like too much of a hassle. Having to hide and keep myself in check is difficult as is. I can’t imagine what it would be like to actually interact with other people.
I reach Aiden’s house and park on the other side of the street, luck on my side that the street light is out just above where I parked. I reach for one of my masks that I hide in the backseat of all our cars. It’s not about the fear of getting caught that makes me put it on but what it represents. Master’s reach is far and wide, so there’s never a true fear of any repercussions touching us. To me, the mask is a way to remind myself that there are rules, and I can’t be too careful.
As quietly and quickly as I can, I make my way to the door. I take one of the pins I keep and manage to unlock the main bolt, but it doesn’t budge. I smile cheekily. Maybe Aiden is smarter than I gave him credit for. I don’t give up, however, because my possession is waiting just on the other side of this door and I need to see him.
I glance over my shoulder to see if any prying neighbors have seen me, but I’m in the clear. I round his house, inspecting every possible entry point until I find a window with a broken latch.
Ding, ding, ding .
Maybe he’s not clever enough.
With precise skill, I raise the window and crawl in, having no trouble moving like a thief in the night. That’s what I am. A thief. A thief who’s dead set on stealing Aiden Walker’s soul and keeping it all to myself.
I know where his bedroom is and I enter quietly, wondering if he’ll stir with the unease I bring along with me. Like the perfect oblivious deer in the woods, he doesn’t so much as twitch. His figure is dark, tangled in the blankets, so I can’t see him too well.
That won’t do.
I step closer, so close I’m hovering over his sleep prone body, and once again… it happens.
That rush. That confusing sensation. That itch that not even my collar can control. Just looking at his face— Can a man be angelic? Like a saint, an angel, an innocent soul that’s condemned to be brutalized by my hand. His face looks like something’s missing without his glasses, and I’m almost tempted to pluck them off the nightstand and force them back on so he can be exactly as I saw him the first time. Without knowing what I’m doing, I cock my head and gently grasp the top of the blanket, moving it down his body until he’s revealed to me.
One would think that there’s not much to see here. Aiden isn’t built like my brothers and I. No sort of physical exertion has made his body tone and lean. I still wouldn’t describe him as stocky but just a regularly built man. Again, mundane.
But my body doesn’t treat his body like any ordinary meat suit.
Something else happens. Something that’s never happened before. Something that makes me stumble back and almost land on my ass.
My cock… twitches .
I straighten up immediately, glancing down at my crotch as the outline of my dick grows larger and larger until my skin is digging angrily into my zipper. What the actual fuck? While I was already confused about my draw to him, this attraction has come out of nowhere. I don’t find sexual pleasure. Even when I’ve fucked around in the past, it was only to test my interest. I quickly realized that after popping too many masturbatory aids. I didn’t need them to get off when blood and guts and the cries of the damned are so much better.
But I’m hard, fucking aching . My heartbeat rises and I gulp through the collar. These animalistic urges course through me and make my hands tremble. My fingers are already fumbling with my belt as a heat so dark and molten spreads through my body. A tremble wracks through me as I fish myself out, take my hard cock in my hand, and give myself one long stroke.
“ Fuuuuuuck .”
I look down to see if he’s woken, but he hasn’t even stirred. For some reason, this calls to the primalness I feel. Of course he won’t wake up. Aiden Walker—because fate's allowed it—is mine .
All mine.
Mine to stalk. Mine to kill. Mine to stake my claim on as I take his soul with me and keep it treasured with my collection.
Without knowing what I’m doing, and going on pure instinct alone, I start to stroke myself. The rough friction of a dry hand sends shots of pleasure through me. The bite of pain erotic, and I feel that same rush like when I dig a razor deep in my skin to draw blood.
Aiden Walker’s blood.
Faster and faster I touch myself, jacking off above his sleeping body, something within me begging for him to wake up.
Will I see fear? Will I see mortification? Or will I see that my twisted soul has called to his because the universe deemed it so?
I can’t help myself and I take a risk. I touch him. Only a feather light touch with my free hand. I trail it down the bridge of his nose and across his lips, causing him to bat my hand away.
He still doesn’t wake up.
I twist my hand at the head of my cock, collecting the precum. I drag it across his bare chest, through the smattering of hair there, and roar under my breath at seeing a part of me on him. All of me belongs on him. While I want his blood on my hands, I want mine on his as well. My DNA mixed with him, tangled in his mouth, and poured down his slender throat. I want to open myself, cut my body from root to tip, and stuff him inside so he can never leave.
I don’t question where these thoughts come from when I reach his pelvis. I pull back the blanket even more and…
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” I ask no one but myself when I see the outline of a thick cock underneath his boxers. I imagine his answer and close my eyes.
“Please, don’t.”
“Stop.”
“Do it. Cut me. Kill me.”
The pressure within me builds. Everything in my body tightens in a way I’ve never experienced before. My breaths are harsh and labored, my arm growing sore, but I don’t dare stop.
And it’s the first touch of my fingertip on his cock that sets me off.
I come on pleasure alone for the first time in my life, cum spurting out of me in wave after euphoric wave. I cover his boxers in my seed, and I’m mesmerized by the way his dick swells like it’s calling to me to do something about it.
I hold myself back, tugging at my collar with my cum-covered hand. I stumble back as I realize what I’ve done. There are several things I feel right now. Feelings that are confusing and mixed together, morphed until I can’t tell the difference between one and the other. I think fear is in there, foreign, mixed with shock… but also awe?
As I watch Aiden curl onto his side, a blessedly content smile on his face, I realize the one thing I can’t pick out of the swirling cacophony in my head.
Regret.