Chapter 25
Cullen had been absolutely mortified as he'd stood in the shower again. That bastard had hit him and called him a bitch. And he’d liked it.
His hand shot forward, his fist slamming into the wall.
A little tinge of pride shot through him when the rock cracked under his strike, but it was quickly overshadowed with shame.
This was insane. He couldn't let Leviathan do this shit to him.
Why was he giving in so easily? Why did he fucking like it?
He'd always had a thing for dirty talk–not that he’d ever really gotten it before–but Leviathan calling him a bitch had set something off inside him.
He didn't want to examine that part of himself too closely, didn't want to admit how into it he had been.
But it wasn't until Leviathan had called him a Diviner that he'd gotten pissed, felt insulted and ashamed.
It had made him instantly think of everyone back home and what they would think if they ever found out he liked being called a bitch by a Prince of Hell.
He hadn't been able to stand the thought and so he'd run away.
And hearing Leviathan call after him about cuddling had set off something in his chest that hurt terribly. He and Walker had always cuddled after sex. It was something they both enjoyed and that he was used to.
Not having it anymore, not having that comfort…it pained him. He didn't want to feel like a piece of meat, but he knew that was exactly how Leviathan thought of him.
It might have been the part of this he hated the most.
Cullen pushed around the food on his plate with his fork, his stomach twisting.
He could feel Leviathan's eyes on him, but he kept his gaze down, not wanting him to see the sadness there, to deal with the questions.
After a few heavy minutes of silence, and not being able to force down any food, he set his fork down and stood up with a sigh.
Leviathan caught his wrist as he turned to leave; he froze, keeping his eyes on the dark stone floor.
"I have a proposition for you."
Cullen’s gaze slid down to him in confusion. He looked hesitant, but his fingers were firm on Cullen’s wrist. He stared at him, waiting but not expecting anything that would really be beneficial.
"You try to be happy with me for the next few weeks–just try–and I'll let you go back to say goodbye."
Cullen blinked slowly a few times. “What?”
A slight flush brushed across Leviathan’s cheeks and his lips pressed into a tight, unhappy line. “I know I…the way you left…it was dramatic. You didn’t get to say goodbye. So I thought…maybe it would help…”
The way he was scrambling for words was…startling. “Help…what? I think it might just make it harder.” He drew his hand away, turning for the door again.
“Hang on!” Leviathan was in front of his face before he could even draw in a breath. He stumbled back in surprise, his heart hammering at the intensity in his gaze.
“What if I offer you something else?” Leviathan asked softly, looking unsure of himself.
He hesitated, unnerved by the sincerity in his voice. “Why do you care about this so much?”
The flush spread. “I…I told you I wanted you to be happy…” He paused, grimacing.
Cullen waited, a deep frown pulling at his lips.
Leviathan continued to hesitate, his hand reaching forward to curl around his wrist. “Give me…six months.” He whispered finally.
“Six months of you trying to be happy with me…and if you’re not happy at all at the end of it… I’ll let you go.”
He blinked slowly. Once. Twice. “You’ll…let me go?”
A muscle feathered in his jaw. “Yes. But…” He drew him closer and Cullen did not object, did not pull away. “But, Cullen…”
“You’ll let me go…” He whispered, his eyes widening at the words, at the promise of freedom. “And all I have to do is pretend to like you for a few months?”
Leviathan’s jaw gave another irritated twitch and his eyes darkened. "I don't want you to pretend, I want you to try. Don’t pull away from me. Don’t tell me to stop when you’re enjoying it. Let me show you you could be happy with me.”
Would he really let him go? Just like that? Probably not but even the chance of it…
Slowly, he raised his gaze to Leviathan’s. “I want it in a blood vow.”
Leviathan winced as if he’d slapped him. But, after a moment, he gave a small nod of acceptance. “If that’s what it takes.”
He brought Cullen’s wrist to his mouth, holding him tighter when he flinched, and sunk his teeth into it gently.
Cullen hissed in pain, his face growing hot as Leviathan’s tongue flicked against his skin.
A shadow passed over his face but he let go of him, raising his own wrist to Cullen’s mouth. “Bite.” He ordered him softly.
Hesitantly, Cullen brought his teeth down on his wrist, barely squeezing it in his jaw. Leviathan grimaced and pressed closer. “Harder.” He whispered.
He squeezed his eyes closed and bit down, startled when his teeth sunk into him surprisingly easily. Blood burst in his mouth and a moan escaped before he could stop it, that too-familiar dark veil covering his mind. He bit down harder–
“Let go.”
The order forced him to release him, though he snarled softly as Leviathan pulled away and whispered words in that strange demon language again.
Magic shot between them, threading through his heart and into Leviathan’s, again and again until Cullen felt as if he’d been cut open and sewn back together.
The intensity of it made him shiver, made him lean forward to search for the delicious tang of blood again.
Leviathan gave it to him, his mouth coming down on his with a bruising pressure. Cullen moaned at the taste of his own blood and slid his hands into Leviathan’s hair, dragging him closer.
Leviathan made a soft, pleased sound and wrapped a tight arm around his waist, yanking his body forward.
Cullen gasped at the feel of him through their clothes, his mouth falling open for him.
Leviathan took quick advantage, sweeping his tongue into his mouth as he stepped forward.
Cullen jumped in surprise when his ass slammed into the small table behind him–and cried out in shock when Leviathan lifted him and set him on it.
“Hey!” He objected, breaking the kiss as food spilled over him. “What are you–”
Leviathan raised two fingers to his mouth, his tongue working at them without his eyes leaving Cullen’s.
He drew in a shaky breath, his eyes flicking nervously to the door. “H…here?” He choked out anxiously.
“Why not?” Leviathan murmured, unbuttoning his pants. “This is our home, pet. All these rooms belong to us. Don’t you think we should fuck in all of them?”
His face went red. “I…”
Leviathan chuckled softly and dropped his face to his throat, his mouth working at him expertly until Cullen was moaning breathlessly, his hand winding into his hair.
Leviathan’s hands slid down his back, cupped his ass, and then he was tugging his pants down.
Cullen shifted, letting him pull them off before grabbing him by the hair to pull him back to him.
He groaned softly as Leviathan’s hand moved down between them, his fingers finding his entrance and pressing in fast.
“You’re still loose.” Leviathan breathed against his ear, his free hand working quickly to tug his own pants open.
“Good.” He withdrew his hand and hooked a firm arm around his waist again, yanking him closer to the edge of the table.
Cullen held his breath, watching him push his pants down and position himself with wide eyes.
Leviathan paused, though, his lips brushing his as he looked up to meet his gaze.
A strong flush burst in his face, making him grip Leviathan’s shoulder tighter and his legs tighten around his waist. A small smirk twitched at Leviathan’s lips and seconds later he was pushing into him, dragging a harsh gasp from Cullen.
“Fuck.” Leviathan breathed, giving his hips a firm pump forward.
Cullen cried out as he slid deeper, his arm curling tightly around his neck.
Leviathan gasped softly against his lips and pressed him down to the table, ignoring Cullen’s yelp as more food spilled onto him.
His hips gave another slow pump, forcing him deeper, and Cullen groaned, letting his eyes fall closed at feeling. Leviathan stilled.
“Cullen.”
He opened his eyes at the rough word, panting softly as he squirmed under him.
Leviathan was staring down at him, his lips parted and his eyes even darker than usual with lust. “Eyes open.” He whispered, pressing in more slowly this time.
Cullen felt his eyes flutter, but he forced them open again, watching the slow flush spread across Leviathan’s face as he began to move again.
Cullen groaned breathlessly, his eyes falling between them, watching as Leviathan's cock pumped into him again and again…
“Cullen.”
His gaze moved back to his face. His eyes had grown unbearably soft. Cullen sucked in a harsh breath, watching Leviathan as he hooked his hands under his knees and drew them up around his hips.
“Watch me.” Leviathan repeated softly, beginning slow thrusts into him again.
He tried. He tried to watch, to keep his gaze on him, but that look in his eyes…
that strange softness…it was tugging at something in his chest. He couldn’t bear to see it, to let it get to him like it was.
The moment Leviathan’s thrusts sped, he squeezed his eyes closed, tightening his legs around his waist to hurry him along.
Heat pooled low in his belly, dragging gasps and moans from him.
He shivered as his orgasm edged closer, his body arching up against him, and Leviathan snarled softly, his hand darting up to curl around his throat.
“Watch.” He demanded, his thrusts getting rougher, his hips shifting so he began to slam into that sensitive spot inside of him. His mouth came down on his and Cullen moaned, his hands tugging hard at his hair while the pressure in his groin grew more intense.