27. Mammon
TWENTY-SEVEN
MAMMON
I’ve officially moved them in.
One of the benefits of being the oldest and the first of the false master’s children is that I was able to claim the room I wanted when I moved into the mansion. My bedroom is the largest, twice the size of everyone else’s, with two walk-in closets instead of just one. Sure, Bel and Gore could have left all their clothes and valuables in their old room right across the hall, but there’s something so satisfying about seeing their belongings mixed with mine.
Gore grunts as he tries to reach up to the highest shelf in the closet, frowning when his fingertips don’t even touch the railing, and I smirk. Good . I don’t want him to be able to pick out his own shoes without my help. With heat tight in my stomach, I make my way to him, plastering myself against his naked back as I run my hands down to his hips. “Need help, princess?”
He turns in my arms, licking his lips so innocently as he blinks up at me. “I’m trying to get my blue sneakers.”
Just because I can, I shake my head. I move around him and grab one of his nicer band t-shirts and a pair of ripped jeans. Reaching over him, I pair it with dark red shoes that’ll match. He cocks his head when I hand them over.
“Is this what I’m wearing today?”
“Yes,” I say as I smack his ass gently. “Go get dressed. We’re having breakfast as a family this morning.”
“Okay,” he says cheerfully, jumping on the tips of his toes to peck my lips. “I’ll just be a minute.”
“What about me?” Bel comes out of the shower, his body on display as he towels off his blue hair. “Where’s my outfit?”
“On the bed.” I gesture to the similar clothes I picked out for him. When he snorts, I raise an eyebrow. “You’re going to argue with me this early in the morning?”
“Of course not, Daddy,” he coos, batting his lashes like a tease. “I actually fucking love this shirt.”
I grunt. “Good. Get dressed.”
I’ve been up since four in the morning, only slipping out of bed for a few hours to work, so I’m set to go. I wait patiently for them to get ready, taking each of their hands when they are, and guiding them out the door. We walk down the stairs in unison, my perfect men pressed tightly against my side, and I feel like a fucking king.
When we enter the dining room, everyone’s already there. Asi’s bored—of course—and Luc looks like he’s seen better days, but Leviathan’s there to coddle him through his recovery. I take my seat at the head of the table, but when Bel and Gore go to sit in their usual spots, I shake my head. “No. Bring your chairs over here.”
I point to my right and my sweet Gore blushes as he does what he’s told. Bel does too, albeit with a bit of sass. Once they’re where I want them, I smile and address the family. “Let’s eat.”
“So, this is cute,” Luc says, gesturing at Bel and Gore by my side as Leviathan serves him more pancakes than he can ever hope to eat. “I feel like I missed so much.”
“They’re banging,” Asmodeus snarks, rolling his eyes as he grabs a few sausage links. “Now they just have forever fucks.”
Leviathan leans in and sniffs Luc’s neck. “Are you my forever fuck, little lamb?”
Luc blushes as he cuts into his pancake. “Behave.”
“If you insist,” Leviathan mumbles, but the sly smirk on his lips and the way his hand disappears under the table lets me know he doesn’t plan on doing that.
I put what I want on Bel and Gore’s plate, presenting it to them, but when Gore goes to take a bite, I shake my head. “No.”
He wrinkles his nose. “I can’t eat?”
Bel chuckles, forking some eggs. “I think I know what he means. Open up, baby.”
“You don’t feed yourself anymore,” I state, watching with satisfaction as Gore eats from the fork Bel presents him. “If neither Bel nor I are there, you don’t eat.”
“But what if I get hungry and you two aren’t around?” Gore asks through a mouthful, his big brown eyes actually worried.
Bel and I share a look of understanding—of pure fucking love, if you can believe it—and he shakes his head. “Trust me. You’ll never be without one of us by your side.”
Asmodeus slams his fork down on the table. “Seriously? I’m trying to eat.” Then he shoots his glare at Leviathan. “And you. Stop jerking off your boyfriend at the table. Jesus fuck. Have some class.”
“You’re just upset because you’re not getting any,” Leviathan snaps, his arm moving even faster as Luc’s breath hitches. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll let you watch me fuck Luc’s tight asshole later.”
“Levi,” Luc gasps, his face flushing red. “I…”
Leviathan leans in and whispers something in Luc’s ear. I turn away from the display, but not before I catch the tent Gore is sporting. I chuckle, leaning down to run my tongue up his ear. “Feeling a bit restless?”
Gore lets out a panting breath as he watches the show in front of him. “Would you ever…”
“Would I ever what?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow as I place my hand on his slender thigh. “What are you thinking?”
“I’ll tell you what he’s thinking,” Bel interjects, a devious tilt to his lips. “I think our precious Gore here is wondering if you’d ever let anyone watch him get fucked. Or maybe…” He leans into Gore’s other side and nibbles his neck. “Maybe Gore is wondering if you’d ever loan him out.”
My initial reaction is a big fuck no , but I can’t deny the way my dick stiffens at that. I chance a glance at Luc, whose eyes are bouncing between Gore, Bel, and I, and the seedling of an idea grows. I pet the back of Gore’s head. “Is that it? You want Leviathan to fuck you in front of Luc?”
I can see why it’s growing more and more appealing by the second. Even though the thought of someone besides Bel and I touching my princess makes me see red, there’s also a deeper, more sinister part of me that likes it. I’d only ever let anyone else touch Bel and Gore because I said it was okay. They’d be giving up complete control to me. I own their bodies so I get to decide who sticks their dicks in them.
Gore shakes his head, then nods, then shakes his head again. “I—I don’t know…”
“What do you think, Levi?” Bel asks, winking at him. “Want to try him out?”
Leviathan shrugs. “Only if that’s what my little lamb wants.”
“Or maybe Asi?” Bel suggests, wagging his eyebrows at him. “What do you say? I know you’re secretly kinky as fuck.”
Asmodeus frowns and stands, tucking his sketchbook under his arm before taking his plate. “I’m going to eat in my room.”
“Stay,” I command, waving him back down. “We’ll let you finish.”
Bel snorts. “I think Luc just did.”
All eyes turn to the blushing Luc, who is, in fact, wracked with post-orgasmic twitches. “I’m… Um. Sorry?”
“I just want to eat my fucking breakfast,” Asmodeus mutters.
“But, uh, there is something I want to bring up,” Luc says, clearing his throat when his voice cracks. “Do you know how every year Juniper Ridge holds the Spring Festival?”
Leviathan’s brow furrows in confusion. “We do?”
“We’ve never attended,” Gore whispers, almost sadly, as Bel feeds him a bit of toast. “We were never allowed.”
“And for good reason,” I remind him, wiping some crumbs off his bottom lip. “Can you imagine the chaos?”
“Yes and it’s hot as hell,” Bel chuckles.
“Luc was trying to speak,” Leviathan barks, eyes narrowing at us. “Can you let him finish?”
I allow his tone, because he doesn’t know any better, and nod, signaling for Luc to continue. He casts a quick glance at Leviathan before pushing his glasses up his nose and addressing me, specifically. “Well, I was thinking, it might be a good idea to throw it again this year.”
“Why?” Asmodeus asks, finally taking an interest. “It’s fucking dumb.”
“It’s not dumb,” Luc snaps, throwing a muffin at his head. “People really love it and after—I don’t know— hanging their friends and family in front of them, they might want a bit of fun.”
“Who cares about that?” Leviathan snorts with a shrug.
I tip my head and regard Luc. He only wavers slightly in his seat, a bit nervous as I stare him down, but I end up smiling. “I think that sounds great.”
“You do?”
“Really?”
“Fucking why?”
I ignore the rest of my brothers and focus on Asmodeus’s shocked face. “One can’t rule entirely by fear, right? We need to make compromises and if Luc thinks a silly festival can solve some of our problems, why not?”
“That’s really sweet of you,” Gore praises, flashing me the most adoring look. “Oh, you’re just so wonderful.”
“Yeah, wonderful,” Bel mumbles, though he doesn’t look as accepting as Gore. Instead, he seems suspicious. “Too wonderful, perhaps?”
I take in a deep breath and keep my composure. I don’t like being fucking questioned, but I’ll allow it. Asmodeus made an excellent point that I needed to sort through my shit and become the leader I always was before I let myself get lost. I worked hard this morning selecting new candidates for the positions that my men killed off. I tried pinpointing some revolution hot spots based on the map Asmodeus provided me. And now…
Well, fuck, I said I wouldn’t change for them and I mean it, but…my ears are open. Slightly .
“Asmodeus, you’ll plan it.”
His mouth stays open as he drops his fork with a clank. “I’m going to what?”
“Get Luc to help you,” I say, jutting my chin at him. “You can plan it together.”
“I repeat. What ?”
This time, I clench my jaw, throwing him a searing look. “Enough.”
A thick kind of silence descends upon the table. Everyone shrinks, even Bel and Gore, because my tone leaves no room for argument. I tried being nice, but he’s going to fucking listen when I make a command.
He grinds his teeth but ends up nodding, regardless. “Okay.”
“Good,” I say, clapping my hands together as I finally prepare myself to dig in. “Let’s keep eating then.”
It takes a minute, but the lively conversation I’ve come to expect from any family gathering starts up again. Luc and Leviathan are still inappropriately touchy, Asmodeus tries to pretend like he’s not interested in the conversation, Bel and Gore are their charming selves, and I sit and watch it all unfold.
Exactly like it should be.