Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
AIDEN
I throw myself at him before I even know what’s happening.
Levi catches me easily as my legs wrap around his waist. His hands are rough on my ass as he spins and throws me onto the bed. I start fumbling with my belt, not being able to think of anything else but getting his cock inside of me. The voices in my head ring loud, muting the sound of Bel’s teases and Gore’s encouragement. The red haze obscuring my vision blocks out the roll of Asi’s eyes and Mammon’s disapproving look.
They can all fuck off because?—
YES!
When the wet heat of Levi’s mouth engulfs my cock, I tune out the hoots and hollers in the background, flipping them off as I just feel .
My mind is a mess of everything I’ve seen tonight. I didn’t know what to expect when we got here, even though I knew violence was the obvious answer, but I hadn’t expected to?—
“Levi!” I whine, pulling at his hair as he hikes my hips up in the air and spreads my cheeks so he can drag his tongue across my hole. “More!”
I hear a chuckle, but I don’t care who it comes from as Levi’s tongue spears me while his other hand works my cock over. I turn my head, and even through my blood-speckled glasses, I see the death. The lifelessness. The utter lack of color and vitality.
I nearly come.
MORE!
LET US OUT!
“Fuck me,” I beg, squirming as Levi tries to work me open with nothing but spit, relishing in the discomfort. “Levi, I need you.” I reach for the back of his collar and yank his mouth away from my ass. He reaches a hand to take off his mask, but I shake my head. “No! Leave it on!”
I can see the dirty delight in his silver eyes, the only thing visible in a sea of darkness. Darkness and silver are all I see. So entranced by it all. The smell in the air. The thick tension of relief. This all consuming sensation of?—
FUCK YES!
DO IT, AIDEN!
I scream when he fucks into me, arching my back as I claw at his shoulders. I can faintly hear the background noise, sense others in the room, but I’m beyond caring. It’s fucking filthy, it’s depraved, it’s all madness and lust and fire and a burning desire to be claimed and fucked and defiled.
“Did you like it, little lamb?” he rasps against my ear, the plastic of his mask digging uncomfortably into my cheek. “Want me to fuck you in his blood?”
PLEASE!
I twist and writhe, feeling nothing but full as he pounds into me, an animalistic growl ripping through his lips when I lick his leather collar.
But I want more.
I need more.
It’s not enough.
Not recognizing myself, I knee him in the stomach until he backs off. The surprise in his eyes is clear as he cocks his head to the side, but he’s only confused for a second before I’m tackling him off the bed.
“Little lamb?” he questions, but his voice is husky with barely-there restraint as I straddle him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
I bite down on my tongue so hard I taste blood as I position his cock at my entrance and slam down all in one go. Cheers ring in the background, but all I can focus on is the way Levi moans, hands gripping my hips to help work me over his cock.
But it’s not enough.
MORE! MORE! MORE!
A glint of silver catches my eye and my hand is around the knife before I know it. I shred down Levi’s shirt, catching his skin, and toss the knife beside me as I bend down and lick up his blood. The sweet taste in my mouth sets me off, making me bounce on his cock harder, faster, needier. A desperation I’ve never felt clawing its way up my throat until I’m saying things I’ve never thought I would before.
“So fucking hot,” I groan, tracing each and every scar on his chest. “You want to cut me open like you did him?”
He nods, mask bobbing and jerking as I bite down on his shoulder, drawing even more of him into my mouth, feral as it spurs me on. I feel so wild and out of control, driven only by the need to be taken.
No.
To take.
I plaster myself against his chest, wishing I was naked so I could feel every raised mark on his skin, so I could fucking just… I don’t know. Become a part of him? Fuck and fight and wrestle until the only difference between him and I is one beating hearts instead of two?
But I can feel ours beating in unison when he slaps me and shoves me off his cock. I’m yanked to my feet by my hair and slammed against a dresser. He slams my hands against the mirror, forcing me to watch as my masked monster roars and plunges back into me. The shadows in the corner of the room grow darker and darker, the sound of madness nearly deafening as I take everything Levi’s giving me.
“Look at yourself,” he spits, pinching my cheeks together. “Fuck, little lamb. You look so goddamn perfect. My little cocksleeve taking my cock so well. Tell them how much you like it.”
I’m not in the position to do anything but cry out as he wraps the leash that connects us around my throat. “Harder!”
“Not until they know,” he barks, delivering one brutal thrust that has my face colliding with the mirror and cracking my glasses even more. “Who’s pretty fucking hole is this? Who do you belong to, Aiden?”
“Leviathan!” I sob, pushing back against his hammering hips. The sounds of hell ring out around me, like demons celebrating a conquering, and I drown in it. “Take me! Fucking?—”
“What?” he snaps, pulling on the leash, my vision blurring as all I see is my masked monster annihilating me. “What?”
“Fuck!” I bang my forehead against the mirror until I hear it shatter. “Fucking kill me! Gut me! Burn me alive! Just keep me!”
If it’s even possible, I’m fucked like I’m hated. Fucked like I’m a possession. Fucked like it’s my final hour on Earth. I’m dragged and moved until I’m lying on my back on the floor, my nails breaking as they dig into the wooden floorboards beneath me.
brEAK ME!
TAKE ME!
USE ME!
The pressure builds in my gut as he tunnels in and out of me. I reach down and tug at my cock, feeling the slick fall of Levi’s blood on me. He lifts his mask a bit and pulls back to let a long line of spit join my pursuit of ecstasy.
I don’t know how long it goes on like this. My begging, his taunting, the demons around us, the echoes of damnation, but when he pulls out and slaps my mouth open, cum raining down on my face, I’m done for.
Covered in blood, spit, and cum—completely wrecked—I beg for him to give me more. I cry when he pulls away from me and yank him back down by his collar. I close my eyes, breathing in his scent, feeling his warmth around me.
But then, when I open my eyes.
Oh no…
All around me are the amused and lascivious smirks of Levi’s brothers.
And staring straight at me are the lifeless eyes of the man they came here to kill.
“You’re so fucking mine, Aiden,” Levi mumbles as he helps me up, flipping his mask up so I can see almost… victory in his smile. He drags me against him, fucking my mouth open with his tongue. He breaks himself off with a chuckle and spins me so I’m facing the mirror. “You’ve never been more beautiful.”
But beauty isn’t what I see when I look in the mirror.
I see someone I don’t recognize with blood on their lips and horror in their eyes. I see someone who let themselves be fucked next to a dead body with an audience.
No, not let. Begged .
When I look in the mirror, I don’t see myself.
I see the monster Levi’s made me into.
I don’t think he knows what my tears mean as they fall. He nuzzles them away with his mask, helping me get dressed again, practically cooing in my ear. “My incredible bounty. This is who you were meant to be all along.”
And, it's then that I finally realize that I refuse to give into the darkness I’ve been fighting against my entire life. I hate what I see, I hate what I’ve become?—
And it has to end.