Chapter 18
Cullen was really starting to panic. It had been nearly two weeks and he hadn't eaten, hadn't slept much, and his dick kept up a constant throbbing that had him twitching and rubbing at himself for relief.
His erection wouldn't die down at all and it was both terrifying and infuriating.
Which only made him think about other things that infuriated him–like Leviathan.
Which made rage flood him and made his blood rush harder through his veins, driving him up the wall even more.
He had no idea what to do at this point except to try to ignore it until it went away.
So when the dreaded knock sounded from the other side of his door, he opened it carefully, keeping his lower half hidden behind it. Leviathan raised an eyebrow, smirking at him. "Still sick, are you?"
His face burned. He still couldn’t believe that Leviathan had believed him about being sick. Or, at least, that he was humoring him about the lie. "A little."
"Can I come in?"
"No!" He said, too loudly. He shifted uncomfortably, clearing his throat. "No. I…don't want to get you sick." Since when did he ask anyway? Or knock. Something seemed off with him, but Cullen was too distracted to try to guess what it might be.
Leviathan rested his arm against the door frame, leaning in closer to him. Cullen tensed, trying not to notice how good he looked doing that. Or how good he smelled. Or how– "You should come to dinner today. Try to eat something. Anything. Demon or not, it's important to keep up your strength."
He hesitated. “I…I’m not sure.”
Leviathan leaned his head against the door and Cullen had to swallow the shiver that threatened to roll down his spine at the sight. This stupid fucking body–
“And if I said it’s from your favorite restaurant?"
A long moment of disbelief passed. And then he snorted. “Are you serious? One of the infamous Princes of Hell is going to eat a greasy hamburger made by humans?”
A little flicker of irritation moved across his face, but he only smiled and shrugged. “As I’ve said, I only wish to make you happy. And I thought maybe you were a little homesick so…your favorite food.”
He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably again as his erection rubbed against his pants. “C…can you give me a couple of minutes to get dressed?”
Leviathan smiled.
His face burned the entire time they ate.
He couldn't ignore Leviathan’s quiet stare, and he was almost positive he knew what was going on in Cullen’s pants right now.
He squirmed continuously, both from the piercing gaze, and from the discomfort of his body.
He forced the food down without a word, keeping his eyes on the wrapper in front of him.
The longer Leviathan stared at him, the more awkward he felt, and the more annoyed he got.
Finally, he snapped.
"Why are you staring at me?"
A muscle feathered in his jaw. "Don't you have something you want to ask me?" The words were sharper than he would have expected.
"No." He snapped. "What are you even talking about?"
Leviathan only smiled slowly.
"What are you looking so smug for?" Cullen demanded, furious.
The grin widened. "I know what's wrong with you, Cullen."
Cullen froze, panic flooding him and making his face go red. "I…what are you talking about? I'm just sick. Caught a flu or something–"
"Demons don't get sick, pet. And if you think you've been doing a good job hiding the bulge in your pants, you're sadly mistaken."
Cullen blushed, dropping his hand to cover himself, though he was completely hidden by the table and the long sweatshirt he was wearing. "Shut up."
Leviathan chuckled. The dark look in his eyes had Cullen’s heart flying. His hands clenched into fists under the table. "Why not just ask me to help you out?"
He winced. "You must be joking. I wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth."
"We both know that's a lie, Cullen. You've already let me touch you. You’ve let me taste you and rub your–”
“I never wanted you to touch me, you just did it!” He snapped, springing to his feet. "Stay the fuck away from me."
He was a few feet from the door of the dining room when Leviathan appeared in front of him, blocking the way. He stumbled back a step, terrified, a shiver running through him as Leviathan stepped forward and reached out to touch his face lightly.
“You look a bit woozy, Cull.” He murmured, his voice seeping with amusement. “Need some help getting to bed?” He started to reach for his arm. “I’d be more than happy–”
Cullen grabbed his wrist, squeezing it tightly as he lowered it back to his side.
“Do not touch me, you disgusting demon.” His voice was clear and harsh, though he was burning all over, his body aching with need.
“I want nothing to do with you. You might have taken me away from Walker, but my heart will always belong to him, even if he doesn’t want it anymore.
” He grimaced, both from the memory of Walker’s fear and from the fire coursing through his veins.
“You thought you could make me yours just by locking me in this hellhole, but demon or not, I still want you dead. I’ll never let you touch me.
I’ll die before I let any of you nasty beasts anywhere near me.
” He released his hand. “Get out of my way.”
Leviathan smiled calmly at him, but there was a strange fire in his eyes. An intensity and impatience that terrified him. “You’ll be begging for me within the week.”
Cullen pushed his way past him, hurrying from the room before Leviathan could see the panic enter his eyes. “I have a perfectly good hand.” He snapped.
“Yeah.” Leviathan scoffed, barking out a harsh laugh. “Good luck with that. It’s going so well so far.”