Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
LEVIATHAN
There’s nothing gentle about the way I shove Aiden onto the bed.
Nothing sweet and tender in the way I wrap my hand around his throat and squeeze until his face turns blue. He unlocked something within me today—something I didn’t realize I needed—and now that he has, I’m feral for him.
As we tear off our clothes, rutting against each other for dominance, I know now deep down that I’ll always cave to my little lamb. Because when he took control tonight, when he commanded my actions, I felt it.
Acceptance.
Like he wants me as much as I want him. Like I’m as much his as he’s mine. Like we’re finally where we need to be—together.
If he wants to own me, if he wants to use me, I’ll be his willing mutt. He can put the collar back on and unleash me on all his enemies, on anyone he thinks has wronged him, even the people that haven’t.
But right now, I’m about to make him my slut.
I flip him on all fours, slapping his ass until it turns cherry red, practically glowing at the way his elegant back arches as he whines. He’s utter perfection. There never was and will never be anyone as immaculate as my Aiden.
I spread his cheeks, laving my tongue up his crease, fluttering it against his hole, inhaling the taste of him. Fuck, I want to consume him. Eat him whole. Cut my way into his body, crawl in there, and never leave.
I tease him mercilessly, spreading him open with my tongue and fingers until he’s pounding his fists against the bed.
“Levi!” he cries, trying to push me away. “I can’t take it anymore! I need you inside me!”
I chuckle, sucking a purple mark on his ass before I reach for the lotion on the nightstand, making a mental note that we need to invest in those jumbo tubes of lube.
I slick myself up with trembling hands, impatient to give him what he wants, anything he wants.
I plunge in all at once, showing him no mercy, just the way I know he likes it. He cries out, both in pain and pleasure, and I drape myself across his back. “You always feel so good, little lamb. What a nice hot little hole. Perfect for me to fucking wreck. You want that, don’t you?”
He nods, turning his face so he can feed me his lips. “I want you to ruin me. I want to ache for you.”
And that’s music to my ears.
I sit up, holding onto the generous meat of his ass as I pound into him. Pulling out all the way, only to slam back in. Tunneling in and out at a pace that’s so fucking primal. Taking out every single ounce of my darkness on him.
Because it’s safe with him.
Then something changes. He tenses up, not out of hesitation, but something else that I can sense deep in my bones. “Leviathan. Pull out.”
I freeze, the sheer authority in his voice forcing me to stop, even though my aching dick is begging me to keep going. My head twitches, my skin itches, but I can’t deny him anything. Not when he uses that voice, not when he controls me in a way the collar and Master never have before.
I pull out, waiting for further instruction, and that’s when I see the brilliant evil in my little lamb’s clear blue eyes. I’m so grateful that he realized all of him is all I ever wanted. To be let in, to share in the devilry, to become so toxically consumed with each other. He places a hand on my chest and pushes me onto my back, climbing on top of me like he owns me.
“I’m going to fuck myself on your fat cock,” he starts, positioning me at his entrance. “And you’re going to be a good boy and keep all that cum in until I’m ready for you.”
I nod dumbly, so intoxicated by this side of him. The side only I get to see and worship. He slides down slowly, torturously, dragging every inch of me inside him. He knows exactly what he’s doing as he swivels his hips sensually, running his hands up his body and touching his skin like he’s finally comfortable in it.
“I want so many things,” he mumbles, delirious as he leans back and places his hands on my thighs. “So many dark fucked-up things.”
“Tell me,” I beg, panting and drooling at the view in front of me. “I’ll do anything you want.”
He raises a brow. “Anything?”
“ Anything ,” I assure him. “Show me the real you, Aiden. I can take it. I want it.”
He bites down on his bottom lip, glasses dangling precariously on the bridge of his nose. He looks over his shoulder at the knife that rests on the nightstand, and I almost come when he reaches back to grab it.
Fuck yes.
I want to be in every part of him. My cum, my piss, my spit, my blood— it’s all for him.
“That’s a dangerous thing to say to me right now,” he whispers, twirling the knife in his hand. “What do you think I’m going to do to you?”
“Cut me.” But it’s more of a beg than an answer to his question. “Take me, Aiden.”
He shakes his head, a cruel smirk on his lips. “That’s not what I want.”
The tip of the knife presses against my right pec and I’m trembling with anticipation. “What is it?”
“Anything?”
“Yes! Please!”
It’s the first stroke of the knife across my skin that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My toes curl as he digs it deep into me, making sure it scars, and I have to hold back from coming.
But then, when he keeps carving into me, I realize what he’s doing.
My eyes widen as I look down at my chest. “Aiden?—”
“You’re mine, Leviathan,” he says, snarling as he continues to dig the knife painfully into my skin. “Mine to use. Mine to command. Mine to own. Isn’t that right?”
“Forever,” I cry out, squirming at all the sensations coursing through me. “Sir, I need to come!”
“Well, my good boy needs a reminder of who he belongs to,” he says, smiling as he brings the bloody knife up to his mouth and licks a stripe up the blunt end. “Now you’ll never forget.”
I don’t want to forget it, and I never will. Pain, pleasure, confusion, adrenaline, everything hits me at once. Because messily carved into my chest, fueled by passion and lust, marked permanently is?—
AIDEN.
He starts bouncing on my cock, staring manically at the work of art he’s gifted me, chasing his own release. I know I have to wait. I can’t come until he does. I’m his good boy. I’m his dog. I’m his monster. I only do what he commands.
“Fucked up forever together, right?” he asks, moving my hand to his cock, ordering me without words to get him there. “Always mine and always yours.”
My balls tighten. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hear, even when I didn’t know it. “Little lamb…”
“Because our souls are meant to be together.”
“Yes!”
“Because when one of us goes, the other does too, right?”
It’s so twisted, it’s poisonous, but it’s us, and I’m annihilated by it.
Our souls are entwined. Our lives joined. So, yes. When he goes, I go too.
“If you die first…” I grit my teeth when he speeds up and digs his nails into his name carved into my skin. “If you die first, I’ll fucking slit my own wrists to join you.”
“Promise?” he teases, bringing one hand up to his lips to lick my blood off his fingers. “You’ll die for me, Leviathan?”
“Without hesitation,” I say.
His eyes flutter shut, his body twitches, and he cums. He comes hard on a deep and animalistic groan. And, to top it all off, he takes that same cum and mixes it with my blood before shoving his fingers into my mouth.
“And if you go first, I’ll cut my own throat to be with you.” He collapses on top of me, out of breath, wrecked, and whines. “Come for me, good boy. Show your new master how much you mean it.”
“Fuck!” I shout, gripping his hips as I fuck into him, finally given permission. “ Yes !”
I fill him with my cum, nearly blacking out from the pleasure and the satisfaction. I find his mouth, kissing him like our lives depend on it, and pour every single bit of my obsession into that one embrace.
We roll around for a bit more—with me still inside of him—because we can’t bear to be apart. I don’t know how long we do that, how long we kiss and touch and fuck, but I don’t care. The world could fucking burn down and I’d want to die with my cock in his ass and his cum on my tongue.
Finally, when I harden inside him once again, I guide him onto his back and take him slowly, as tenderly as someone like me can manage, making sure to keep our gazes locked.
He opens his mouth against mine—not kissing—but breathing each other in.
“Did you mean it?” he asks, a vulnerability in his eyes that isn’t foreign to me. He’s back to being my sweet little lamb. “Levi…”
I roll my forehead against his and nod. “Every single word. When you go, I go.”
And I come inside him once again, licking the blood that dripped down onto his chest, and it’s like a slow molten spread of heat. Like I’ve nestled myself within him now, permanently, without any doubt.
Because there never was and never will be another soul like his.