Epilogue
EPILOGUE
LEVIATHAN
The sounds of screams ring out all around us.
“Did you hear me?”
I blink, pulling my lips away from Luc’s neck. I was just in the middle of giving him another purple collar, excited to see the splotchy marks around his elegant throat, that I completely missed the question. “What did you say?”
He turns in my arms, placing his hands on my hips as he looks up at me. “I said, do you think it’s always going to be like this?”
“I don’t know,” I reply with a shrug. “Does it matter?”
He thinks on it, chewing on his bottom lip and looking out at the scene in front of us as my hands migrate to his ass. “I don’t think so.”
Honestly, it’s Mammon’s problem to deal with, not ours. He’s the one calling the shots, so if he’s alright with this, I guess Luc and I are too.
He opens his mouth to ask me something else but caves when my lips land just behind his ear, my teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. I feel him harden against my hip, his slutty little body begging me to take him.
“Again?” he teases, his breath hitching when I drop to my knees and fumble with his belt.
“Always,” I growl when he tries to stop me, which earns me an adorable laugh.
He relents, helping me unbutton his pants to expose his gloriously hard cock. I don’t hesitate bringing it into my mouth, licking all over his soft skin until he’s panting above me.
I love this feeling. I love serving him.
“You’re such a good boy, Leviathan.”
And I especially love his filthy praise. Almost condescending, a slight taunt to the power he holds over me, but I take the humiliation in stride.
I’ll be his dirty mutt as long as he remembers to feed me his dick.
I pull off his cock, bringing one of his arms to my lips, mouthing the thick and prominent scar that runs from his wrist to his elbow, a sick satisfaction in my veins at knowing that I have a matching set.
“We’re going to be late,” he whines, gasping when I suck his heavy balls into my mouth. “ Jesus …”
I don’t give a shit about Mammon’s meetings. He’s just going to say more meaningless crap about his plans for Juniper Ridge which—frankly—I couldn’t care less about. It’s been a week since the false master died and left chaos in his ruin. Mammon and my brothers? Well, they’re just enjoying our new reality.
“Want you to bounce on my cock,” I say, nearly begging for that tight little hole of his as I lay on my back. “Ride me— Fuck !”
The harsh slap against my cheek has my dick leaking precum. He pinches my face in his hands, raising a brow. “What did you say?”
“Ride me, Sir,” I whimper. “Please.”
“What a good boy,” he mumbles as he takes his pants all the way off and climbs on top of me. He grabs the lube in my pocket and helps me pull down my pants before his hand disappears behind his back, working himself open.
I take a minute to rejoice in my life. I have my beautiful little lamb—my Lucifer—and the acceptance of my brothers. I can’t believe there was ever a time when I didn’t understand how I felt about him or just didn’t care to know.
The only thing that was always certain was that he was destined to be mine.
He slides onto my cock slowly, teasing me with a coy smile on his lips, knowing that he’s driving me insane. But I don’t dare stop him. It’s not my place. My new owner can play with me however he wants and I’ll thank him for the shame he brings me.
He lifts my shirt, bending down to kiss his healed former name on my chest before moving to his fresh and pink one on the other side. Aiden and Luc. Luc and Aiden. The past and the present melding into one as he swivels his hips and drags me to Hell.
“I love you so much,” he whispers against my skin, dragging his nails across the scars on my arms. “Fuck, I love you, Leviathan.”
I don’t say it back because I don’t know if it would be a lie. It doesn’t matter to him, though. He knows how I feel about him. He knows that he’s my entire world, my entire heart, my entire soul.
On this snowy roof, we show each other our dedication and our devotion, the scorching flames from the nearby buildings heating our skin and making us moan in pleasure. The screams of agony are our symphony and the smell of burning flesh is our aphrodisiac.
And we kiss, completely lost in each other, entirely consumed by the madness, and embracing the darkness as we watch the world burn.
THE END.