Chapter 25 Leviathan #2
damp curls falling over her shoulders, then glanced at Leviathan kneeling next to her. When she scrambled to her knees, Leviathan
heard Lucifer suppress a groan.
“Please, Luci,” she said, her hands knotting in the sheets. “Please let me touch Levi.”
Lucifer tilted his head. “Not specific enough.”
Galilee blushed. “Please let me touch Levi’s cock,” she whispered.
The Devil looked cruel in the light, shadows pooling under his cheekbones. He was playing at indifference, but they all knew
better. “Why?” he asked.
“Because I want to,” Galilee answered, wriggling a bit. “Just let me touch him a little.” Her words were edged with hot desperation,
and it was killing Leviathan, hearing her beg to touch him, like he was the sharp focus of all her desires.
He closed his eyes and counted his breaths, letting his hands lie still on his thighs as they waited for Lucifer’s permission.
How could Leviathan have ever thought that he’d stopped loving the King of Hell?
These games, these fucking games that tore him apart and sewed him right back together.
“Just a little?” Lucifer gave a low laugh. “You’ll want more, Galilee. Everyone always does. You’ll want to stroke him, you’ll
want to reach back to feel how heavy his balls are.”
“Fucking hell, Luci.” Leviathan’s eyes tore open, and his cock jumped against his stomach.
Lucifer tugged at his cuffs, darkly pleased. “Would you like to beg me too, Levi?”
“I’ll fucking crawl for you,” the prince growled. “Just let her touch me.”
“Fine.” He jerked his head at Galilee. “Touch him, beloved.”
Leviathan didn’t wait for her to move. He wound his hand in her hair and pulled her into a hard kiss, their teeth colliding
as they delved into each other, desperate tongues and tangled breaths. When Galilee reached down and wrapped her hand around
his cock, Leviathan growled into her mouth and thrust his hips into her palm, ragged and hungry.
“Slow down,” Lucifer ordered, and Leviathan stopped with a shudder. He was obedient, obedient, obedient, and it nearly brought
furious tears to his eyes, how much he had missed this with Lucifer, how perfect Galilee felt. His cock was hot and hard in
her hand as Galilee slowly drew out the strokes, his skin pulling over the taut flesh. His locs were falling everywhere, bone
ropes across his dappled chest, reaching down to his waist. Leviathan tugged at her hair as he pulled her head back and sucked
on her neck, darts of bright bliss sparking between them. He could feel Lucifer watching hungrily as his hands cupped her
breasts, squeezed her hips, grabbed her ass. When Leviathan looked up, the Devil was palming himself through his pants.
“Levi’s fucking starving for you,” he observed. “Did you know that, Galilee? I wonder how long he’s wanted you.”
Leviathan ignored the faint accusation. Galilee was in his arms. Galilee was under his hands, his mouth biting along her collarbone, his hands digging into the flesh of her ass.
She reached down to cup his balls, and Leviathan’s body trembled as he made a low, guttural sound against her skin.
They were each other’s, and they would have been doing this whether Lucifer had walked in or not.
That was a game. This—the way his cock was pressed against their bodies and her hand, the way she shuddered when he dipped a finger into the cleft of her ass—this was real.
Leviathan stroked the puckered entrance there, and Galilee’s hand lost the rhythm on his cock as she cried out.
“Oh, fuck.” Her head dropped against his chest, and her exhale gasped across his skin. “Please. I need—”
Lucifer’s voice cut in, coiled tight. “I know what you need, beloved. I think Leviathan needs it too, don’t you, Levi?”
Leviathan broke his mouth away from Galilee’s skin, his breath torn and scattered. “Fuck you, Luci.”
The Devil laughed. “Tell me what you need. Beg me for it.”
Galilee flicked her thumb roughly over the tip of Leviathan’s dick, and a spasm shot through his body.
“Fuck,” he gasped, then gave in. “I need to be inside her. Please.”
Lucifer was predator-still in the armchair, watching them with a fanatical hunger. “I know, Levi.” His voice was a rawhide
whip dragging slowly over their skins. “I know you need to slide inside her pretty little cunt. She’ll be so hot and wet,
so tight you’ll think you’re about to die from it.”
Leviathan threw a burning look at his Devil and dipped his finger deeper between Galilee’s cheeks, dragging her wetness up
and circling it around her rim. Gali writhed in his arms, nearly sobbing from sensation.
“You’re really going to leave her like this?” His voice was hoarse, ragged silk. “Just look at her, Luci.” Leviathan’s other
hand found a dark nipple, and his fingers clamped down on it. Galilee’s back arched tightly as a low, raw moan tore from her
throat. “She’s so close.”
Lucifer growled from his armchair, the sound rolling through the room. “You can get her off, but you don’t get to be inside her. Not yet.”
Galilee thrashed her head as Leviathan’s finger kept circling her rim, as he rolled her nipple in his fingers, pinching it
hard. He stared at Lucifer, at those eyes that were devolving into a boiling dark ocean as the room roiled with power, as
the air pulsed. Lucifer was close to losing control, and Leviathan loved watching it. He gently pushed Galilee onto her back
and turned away from the Devil, knowing Lucifer wouldn’t be able to stop watching. Her curls scattered around her face, and
she gasped as Leviathan opened her thighs and splayed a hand over her stomach, pressing her into the bed as he lowered his
face between her legs. Galilee propped herself up on her elbows, her breath short and stumbling, her eyes wandering over to
the Devil watching them, impeccable and dark and merciless.
“Lucifer.” She was shaky with anticipation, and Leviathan heard the cruel smile in the Devil’s reply.
“I’d hold on to something, if I were you.”
That was his cue. Leviathan licked up between her folds with a broad, flat tongue, then swirled it around her clit, sucking
the little nub into his mouth. Galilee let out a long, keening wail, falling back into the bed as her hips tried to lift up
off the mattress. Leviathan’s hand flattened her instantly and his mouth kept working, lips and teeth and tongue eating her
out without pity. Lucifer chuckled as the girl’s body bucked under Leviathan’s palm, her coils of pleasure building until
she was grabbing Leviathan’s hair, incoherent sounds falling out of her mouth. Galilee was sobbing with need and helpless
bliss, and Leviathan slid his hand up beneath his tongue, slicking his fingers with Gali’s wetness before brushing against
the tight ring of her asshole.
“Oh, fuck,” Galilee sobbed, and it shattered into a chant. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”
Leviathan drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, his tongue now forked and fluttering against her flesh.
He slid a finger into her ass, and Galilee Kincaid imploded, her orgasm crashing into her like a storm.
Her scream echoed around the room, and Leviathan kept sucking at her clit, pumping his finger in and out of her ass.
Her body convulsed, and when it died down and he finally pulled away, he could still see her muscles trembling with aftershocks.
“Get her on top,” Lucifer said.
Leviathan lay on his back and lifted Galilee on top of him, arranging her so her legs were spread to straddle his thighs,
her knees pressing into the bed. She was wrung through with pleasure, lax and liquid.
“Levi,” she murmured, her cheek against his chest. She kissed his ribs, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“I’m right here,” he whispered, running his hands up and down her back. “You did so well, little one.”
“Lucifer?” She couldn’t see the Devil from their angle on the bed.
“I’m still here, beloved.” Lucifer’s voice was tight. “Fuck, you look so pretty, Galilee.”
Leviathan heard her draw in a sharp breath as she realized that with her legs straddling him and her head on his chest, her
ass was raised in the air, everything presented to Lucifer in its glistening intimacy. Levi’s dick curved under her belly,
still hot and hard, the tip brushing wetly against her skin.
“Fucking hell,” Galilee said, her voice rasping against his chest.
Leviathan laughed. “You good?”
She nodded and licked salt off his skin.
“Think you can take some more?”
“Please.” Galilee tipped her head up to look at him. “Whatchu got?”
Leviathan stroked her hair, amused. “Did you hear that, Luci? She thinks she can take more.”
“Good.” Lucifer’s voice was controlled again, instructive. “Spread her open so I can see.”
Leviathan’s hands dropped to her ass and pulled her cheeks apart, holding Gali open. She whimpered against his chest and wriggled slightly, blushing as every inch of her was displayed to the Devil. “Please,” she begged.
Lucifer gave a low appraising whistle. “Your cunt begs almost as prettily as you do, Galilee.”
Galilee whined softly in frustration, rolling her hips as Leviathan’s thumbs dug into her flesh. She pressed her breasts to
his body, dragging herself up slowly until her mouth was at his neck.
“Please, Levi,” she whispered, knowing Lucifer could hear her. She lowered her hips and ground herself against the length
of his dick, his hands still holding her open. “I need you,” she said into his ear, nipping at the lobe with her teeth.
Leviathan felt desire punch him through the chest with a blazing fist. He looked over her shoulder at Lucifer, his eyes wide.
The Devil was staring back at him with black eyes.
“Hearing her beg you is hotter than I expected,” he said.
Galilee was rubbing her slick folds against Leviathan’s shaft, murmuring sweet pleas against his tense jaw. Leviathan held
still and watched as Lucifer unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and gleaming and perfect. The Devil stroked
it, gold rings flashing, and nodded to his prince.