Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
LEVIATHAN
I’ve never felt this alive.
As I haul my prize over my shoulder, grunting at Aiden’s weight, I feel like beating my fist against my chest. He’s heavier than expected, and as I try to open the mansion, I accidentally end up knocking his head against the frame.
It’s late, but I still hear the expected murmuring in the kitchen of my brothers. We thrive in the dark, so I know they’re still up. In order to get to my room, I have to go up the stairs directly across from the kitchen. I consider taking Aiden down to the basement for now so I don’t have to answer any unwanted questions, but the thought of having him there makes me growl. He belongs in my bed with me. In my room to be ready and waiting for all the ways I’ll manipulate and twist his soul.
I take a calculated risk, thinking that if I walk fast enough, nobody will see me.
False.
“Oooo, did you bring us a present?”
I close my eyes and let out a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to wring Bel’s neck for his comment. I turn slowly, Aiden’s weight growing heavier by the second, and seeing Bel and Gore sitting at the kitchen island around a bowl of ice cream.
“What’s with the guy?” Gore asks, licking at his spoon. “You having some fun without us?”
“None of your business,” I grunt, and I find my hand wandering to Aiden’s firm ass to shield it from Bel’s gaze. “Go back to your Rocky Road.”
“It’s actually mango sorbet,” Bel says, taking the spoon from Gore, and holding it out to me. “You want any?”
I grit my teeth. “A little busy at the moment.”
“Which brings us back to the question. Who’s the guy?”
I could just walk away, but I know that both of their curiosities would just make them follow. I want to be alone with Aiden right now, not trying to bat the two terror twins away. “My bounty.”
Bel drops the spoon and his jaw. “No shit. You took this one?”
He’s right to be surprised. In all these years, I’ve never entertained the notion of bringing a bounty into my space. I’ve never even brought them to the torture chamber like Bel and Gore do. I’ve always preferred to kill in the hunting ground, there’s something entirely pleasing about snuffing out a life where they feel the most safe.
But Aiden’s different. He’s always been different. Even before I picked his name, he was chosen by fate to be mine. He’s the exception to all the rules—mine and any others that exist—and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with him.
“Drop it,” I mumble, hefting him a little higher on my shoulder. I look around. “Where’s Mammon and Asi?”
“Out,” Gore says, winking at me. “Don’t worry, brother. We won’t tell them you’re having your fun.”
Bel shrugs. “Well, not unless they ask.”
I appreciate their discretion, but I also know they won’t last two seconds before spilling my secret. Even though they’re both in their twenties, their maturity is completely lacking. They’re excitable. Easily triggered—Gore more than Bel—and they have loose lips. Especially where Mammon is concerned.
When I turn my back on them, ready to climb up the stairs, Bel whistles low and sultry. “That’s a pretty one there. You want to share?”
Before I know what I’m doing, I drop Aiden on the ground, letting his body hit the floorboard with a painful thump. I’m stalking and closing the distance between me and my brother, hands up and ready to go for his throat, until Gore steps in between me. With my chest heaving, he presses his hand against my heart, a manic twinkle in his eyes as he laughs.
“Oh, you’re gone, aren’t you?” he teases, eyeing my neck. “The collar’s off, big brother. I don’t think Bel will have a chance to play with him, not when the beast is loose.”
Bel imitates a howling wolf, kicking his leg out as he laughs alongside Gore. This snaps me out of it. These two fucks are just trying to mess with me. Still, the thought of Bel’s hands and or dick anywhere near Aiden is enough to turn me feral. If anyone’s going to fuck him to death, it’s going to be me.
Before I can do anything stupid, like commit murder, I spin on my heels back to Aiden. I take him in my arms, cradling him against my chest so his head rests on my shoulder. He stirs a bit, and I frown when I see that the fall cracked his glasses. Am I supposed to buy him new ones? Where do you even get glasses from?
I take him up the stairs and awkwardly open my bedroom door. It’s dark in here, the moonless night casting no shadows. I feel my way through the room, avoiding the pieces of shattered glass on the floor that I haven’t cleaned up yet. I set him down on the center of my bed, my hands running down his figure as I stare at him.
With eager and impatient hands, I strip him. He won’t need clothes anymore. He can be naked twenty-four-seven and ready for my viewing pleasure. When he’s fully bare to me, I growl, palming my growing cock. I’d never entertained doing what I did to him tonight. It always seemed so undignified, dirty, and not in the way I like, but he’s different.
He was tight, so warm around my fingers, and even without being inside of him, the feel of filling him with my cum and piss was euphoric. I gave him a part of myself, injected my essence into him, rooted myself so deep he didn’t exist without me.
I want to do it again.
I turn him on his stomach and pull apart his cheeks, moaning at his puffy hole, red and tender because of my fingers. I press my nose against him, inhaling what I did to him, and a drip of precum leaks from my dick. If feeding him my cum could sustain him, he’d never eat anything else. But starvation isn’t the way he’s meant to die.
Bark, bark.
I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a step back as my body trembles. I’d hate to think that Gore was right, but Aiden won’t last a second with me like this. Right now he’s unconscious, but I know that looking into those sparkling blue eyes that call to me like a siren will make me snap. Because the life within them is mine for the taking.
I stumble back as I start to grunt, pulling my collar out of my back pocket. It stings when I put it on, chafing my already sore wounds, but it’s vital. He won’t be a quick kill. I’ll take my time with him. I’ll enjoy every second of seeing him squirm, of hearing him plead?—
Of hearing him beg for more.
I knock my hand against the side of my head, huffing to myself. I don’t need him begging for more. I need him begging for me to stop . With the rattling in my brain, I take a joint out from the nightstand, lighting up quickly. It only dulls my instincts just a tad but does make me more susceptible to my wayward thoughts.
Without thinking too much of it, I keep the joint between my lips as I undress. I place it on the nightstand and just stand by the edge of my bed. I cock my head, wondering where these urges are coming from, so unusual, so confusing.
But I don’t fight them.
I lay down beside him, wrapping myself around him like a koala, and purr. His bruised body is warm and soft, the skin around his stomach silky as I run my fingers across it. Although he’s shorter than me, I fit in the perfect pocket of his figure. My mind goes blank as I stare up at him, looking at the freckles on the bridge of his nose, the way his lips part with a sigh.
Tempted, I can’t help myself. I tip my head up and lick across his mouth, groaning at the taste. My tongue moves to the corner of his jaw, the spot right behind his ear, across his closed eyelids until I’m sure he smells like me.
We’re going to have so much fun together.