Chapter 20 #2
Cullen made another desperate sound, mumbling something under his breath as he shifted under him.
“Answer me.”
He groaned breathlessly and then gasped out, “Yeah. I like it.”
“I knew it.” He breathed, heat flaring through his body as he began to move again.
He hated to admit how close he himself was already.
Then again, it had been an insanely long time since he’d fucked anybody in this body.
Hell, he wasn’t even sure he had fucked anybody in this body.
It had always been the other one. The bigger, more useful, stronger one that had always made both men and women melt in his hands…
He shuddered at the thought of fucking Cullen with that body, but pushed the thought away to focus on the now.
Time. They would have plenty of time to experiment. He would have plenty of time to convince him to play with him in unique ways.
“Right there…” Cullen whimpered, pressing back into him with each thrust. Leviathan rubbed his hips gently and then latched onto them, yanking him back so hard Cullen swore and flung his hands out to grasp at the pillow as he buried his face there. “Fuck, it's so deep…”
He gave a slow circle of his hips, pressing even deeper, and Cullen gave a breathless groan that edged on pain.
Leviathan shivered and flipped him over, dragging a sharp cry from Cullen as his cock shifted inside of him.
He clutched at the pillow above him with a whimper and Leviathan was instantly moving again, his hands tight on his legs, pinning them up.
His eyes remained on Cullen’s face, watching it go from light red to a deep dark one, his muscles tensing again as grew close to another orgasm.
His cock bounced against his stomach and Leviathan found himself swallowing hard at the sight, wanting to taste him.
His moans grew louder…louder… Leviathan snarled softly and tightened his grip, his thrusts getting faster as he chased his own orgasm.
“Yeah…” Cullen groaned, shuddering. “Just like that…” He blew out a harsh breath and jerked his head back.
“Just like that!” Leviathan growled and dug sharp claws into his legs and Cullen came apart with another shudder, his body bucking up into him.
Leviathan’s hips stuttered as he squeezed around him again, his own orgasm crashing down on him with a stunning force, and then he was moving again, his thrusts slowing while he watched the surprise and the pleasure roll across Cullen’s face as he filled him.
He pressed a hand to his stomach with a soft murmur of surprise. “I can feel it…”
Leviathan watched him curiously and then chuckled. “Oh, right. You and that little prick always used condoms.” He lowered himself over him and Cullen winced at the movement, his eyes widening. “You will do no such thing with me, Cullen. I will fill you to my heart's content.”
Tears began to form in the brat’s eyes as Leviathan began to move again.
He said nothing, only leaned in to lick them away as they spilled over onto his cheeks.
The sweet, salty flavor of them made Leviathan shiver.
Cullen whimpered, then tipped his head back with another moan–and Leviathan dropped down to cover his mouth with his own.
The moan lowered into something deeper, something needy, and, as if he could not help it, Cullen wound his arms tightly around his neck and began to squirm under him, moving his hips clumsily to meet him thrust for thrust. His legs wrapped tightly around his waist and Leviathan began to move again, his hand digging hard into Cullen’s thigh while he held him to him.
So sweet. He tasted so fucking sweet. Like nothing Leviathan could pinpoint, just…heaven. The thought pierced through him with a strange jolt. Yes. That was the taste. That heavenly light that he had not felt in ages. It was so sweet and beautiful. It flowed into him and made him feel…
He broke away from the kiss with a soft gasp, his face contorting in confusion. Cullen shouldn’t taste like that. Not now. Not after his humanity had been stripped away, the innocent light of humans replaced with the darkness of demons…
“Why’d you stop?”
The breathless words had him jolting again, his eyes widening when he realized he’d stilled and was staring at Cullen with…wonder. And Cullen was gazing up at him with that neediness, that desire that was tearing him to shreds…
He chased after the intensity of it all, locking his mouth to his again as he began to move.
He swallowed every weak moan, growled softly when Cullen’s nails dug into his back, claws darting out to rake across his skin as Cullen’s eyes flashed red again, just as they had when he’d gotten his first taste of blood.
Leviathan wondered if he could sense the intensity of it all as well, if he could taste the shadows on him, and if he liked it, or if he was still too lost in that desire, in that dark place that all new demons ended up.
“Cull,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to his as his movements slowed. Cullen whimpered and clutched at his back, urging him to move faster again, but Leviathan only tugged his chin down and kissed him again.
To his shock, Cullen struggled away from it this time, breaking free of him.
“What are you doing?” He demanded, tears pouring down his cheeks.
“What do you mean?” Leviathan murmured, touching his face. Cullen flinched away from the touch.
“Don’t-don’t do that. Don't be gentle. I want you to fuck me.”
His cock gave an impatient throb at the words, but… “You’re still rejecting me.”
“What?” Cullen snapped, his face going red. “What are you talking about? You’re fucking inside of me.”
That sweet taste started to taste bitter in his mouth. He drew away from him and Cullen gave a sharp gasp as he pulled out of him too quickly.
“Hey!” The boy snapped. “I wasn’t–”
“You’re using me.” His voice was quiet–and full of rage. He felt himself climb off the bed, felt his mind fighting against his body as it screamed at him to go back to him.
Cullen sat up slowly, his face contorting with confusion. “Of course I am. What did you think I was doing?” He scowled, his face going red. “You were using me, too. I’m not stupid. Let’s just keep–”
“Using you?” Cullen broke off when the harsh words tore out of him, looking uneasy. “Is that what you think I’m doing?” His hands shook and shadows pooled at his feet. He didn't think he’d ever been so enraged before.
“Of-of course it…I…” Cullen started to draw into himself, his legs curling closer to his body.
Leviathan’s hand shot out without him telling it to, curling tight around the brat’s leg and yanking him to the edge of the bed.
Cullen cried out, but Leviathan ignored him, dragging him closer and flipping him onto his stomach.
He was buried in him less than a heartbeat later, Cullen flinching from the suddenness–and probably pain–and crying out as Leviathan began to thrust roughly into him.
“That’s too fast…” Cullen’s hand shot back, pushing at his thigh. Leviathan snarled softly and seconds later a thick black vine covered in thorns cracked its way out of the floor, curling up and locking around Cullen’s wrist.
“What the fuck?” Cullen shrieked, yanking against the binding.
“Hey! What is–” He broke off with a groan, pressing his ass back into him even as the vine pulled his arm tightly off to the side.
“Levi–” He cried out in shock as a new vine curled up around his other wrist, yanking it to the opposite side of the bed. “Stop it! That hurts!”
“This is what it feels like for me to use someone.” He hissed, his hand coming down on his back, forcing him to stay down.
Cullen gasped and shuddered and a small part of Leviathan realized that he was liking this.
The degradation, the pain. That was nothing he hadn’t guessed from all the times he’d seen the slight disappointment in his eyes when that brat Walker fucked him though.
He’d known Cullen needed something more. And he could give it to him.
Vines curled up around his legs, tying tightly around them. The scent of blood filled the room, making him shiver and pump into him faster, his claws raking gently along his back as his orgasm started to hit.
“Fuck.” Cullen groaned, his body tensing under him. Leviathan stilled, his teeth snapping together.
He drew back when Cullen pressed back against him, not letting him feel it as deep.
“It’s not for you this time.” He snapped, rage dripping from his voice.
“I…I need…I’m…sorry…” He was trembling now, clearly thrown back into the darkness.
“Liar.” He breathed, starting to move again, quicker than before, chasing his orgasm again.
Cullen struggled against his bindings, his body tensing under him.
Leviathan snarled a warning to stay still–and then came undone with a fierce shudder, his claws digging hard into Cullen’s hips as he stilled, his cock throbbing as it emptied into his ass.
Cullen gasped and whimpered needily–and Leviathan stepped away from him, his face going carefully blank.
“I’m not done!” Cullen snapped, panicked and impatient.
“I know.” He turned away to gather his clothes, taking his time pulling them on while he listened to Cullen struggle against the vines.
“Leviathan, I…” His voice was softer now, fearful. “I… I didn’t mean… I’m sorry…”
His jaw twitched at the words, but he didn’t look at him. “No. You’re not.”
“But I–”
He turned for the door. “I’ll be back in a few days.”
“Days?!” Cullen cried, terrified. “Hang on! I’m still tied up! And I’m not done!”
“But I am.” He said calmly as he pulled open the bedroom door.
Cullen cried out and tried to lift himself, failing quickly.
Leviathan watched him for a long moment and then smirked viciously.
“If you want me to use you, Cullen, I happily will. I’ll take you however I can get you.
” He stepped into the hallway. “Enjoy your punishment.”
“Wait–”
He slammed the door closed behind him, moving down the hallway before he let a patch of shadows pool beneath him to take him away.