Chapter 33 #3
Cullen wasn’t quite sure what he meant, but he wasted no time, taking him in deep again and again as he rubbed at himself, his orgasm edging closer and closer until he was moaning breathlessly and Leviathan’s hips were jerking, one of his hands pressed to the window while the other was tangled in his hair.
“Stop touching yourself.” Leviathan hissed, his breathing going ragged. “Or I’ll make you.”
Cullen moaned at the threat and took him in even deeper, forcing him down his throat. Leviathan let out a harsh, breathless cry and seconds later a violent crack sounded through the room, making Cullen pull away in surprise.
He had no time to react before thick thorny vines wrapped around his wrists and dragged his hands off to the sides.
He cried out in surprise, but Leviathan latched onto his hair again and pressed himself into his mouth, his thrusts quicker than before.
Cullen groaned at the pain and the force, his body growing hotter and tighter with need until he was whimpering.
He struggled against the restraints, his cock throbbing painfully as Leviathan’s thrusts got rougher, less careful. He tasted a hint of blood and Leviathan groaned, his hand tightening in his hair in a way that told Cullen he was there, that it would only be seconds.
A harsh shudder rocked through him and both his hands shot to Cullen’s head, holding him still as he pressed even deeper, his cock throbbing as he emptied himself into his mouth.
Cullen felt the hot cum hit the back of his throat and swallowed it down with a moan.
Once. Twice. Leviathan moaned softly and then pulled away from him, throwing him a wicked smile when Cullen let his tongue linger on his tip.
The vines slid away from his wrists, retreating back into the floor as if they were alive, leaving his arms aching and bleeding.
“Fucking hell, Crombie.” He hissed, his face flushed and smug. “I didn’t know you liked it so rough.”
That was a lie and they both knew it. But he said nothing, though his mind was stuck on the way he’d used his last name to address him. Something about it didn’t sit right with him.
“Stand.” Leviathan ordered, sliding back a step.
Cullen obeyed, his legs trembling. His body was still hot and tight, his cock aching and embarrassingly at attention between them.
Leviathan laughed quietly. “You get that hard from sucking a cock?”
His face went hot, but he raised a weak smile to him and murmured, “Are you complaining?”
His smirk grew more wicked. “You’re going to be trouble, Crombie.
” He stepped closer, his arms wrapping around him.
His pants were pushed down and seconds later Cullen was gasping, his body going tense as Leviathan grabbed his ass and lifted him, forcing his legs around his waist as he pressed him back against the window.
He shivered at the mix of the icy glass and the heat of their bodies between them.
Cullen clutched at his shoulders, his trembling growing worse as need pulsed through him.
“Don’t…don’t call me that.” He mumbled as Leviathan leaned in for a soft kiss.
“Why not?” He whispered. “It’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, but I…” He fell silent, not wanting to admit that it bothered him, unimportant as it was. But it shouldn’t bother him anyway. Because this…whatever it was between them…it wasn’t permanent. It didn’t matter if Leviathan called him brat or Crombie or pet. But…
“So calling you by that name is a good punishment.” Leviathan murmured, kissing him again. “That’s good to know.”
When Cullen gave no response, Leviathan smiled and dropped his head to his. Cullen wriggled, impatient and needy.
“What would you like me to call you, Cullen?” He asked softly.
“It-it doesn’t matter.” He lied, squirming again. “Hurry up…”
“Crombie it is then.” Cullen’s fingers gave an involuntary squeeze of displeasure on his shoulders and Leviathan chuckled, shifting so that he could hook Cullen's legs over his arms. Cullen gasped as it opened him up to him, his eyes flicking down nervously between them.
But Leviathan only rubbed the tip of his erection against his entrance, keeping his movements slow and careful.
“Levi–”
“Tell me what you want me to call you.” He interrupted softly. He rubbed against him again and Cullen squirmed, trying to press down onto him.
“I…I don’t…”
“How about…slave?” He leaned in to run his tongue up his throat.
Cullen exhaled shakily. “Or do you want to be called my fuck toy?” He kissed his ear and Cullen’s face went red with shame.
Because the words did send a little shiver of excitement through him.
He could tell by the smugness in Leviathan’s voice that he knew he’d liked that one.
That suspicion that he could see right into his head flickered again, but he still didn’t voice the question.
“Or do you like it when I call you pet?” He asked softly, angling his hips so that he pressed into him, his tip edging just inside. Cullen whimpered and squirmed, his hands clawing at his shoulders. “Tell me, pet. Which nickname do you like?”
Cullen let out a few soft, shaky breaths, his eyes locked on Leviathan's, his gaze showing his hesitation. Several loud heartbeats later, Cullen wrapped his arms firmly around his neck and brought his mouth to his, whispering against his lips.
“Pet.” He mumbled. “I like it when you call me pet.” He kissed him again, whimpering softly. “Please put it in now.”
There was a harsh inhale and then Leviathan was pressing forward, filling him slowly.
Cullen gasped and moaned, his hands clawing at his shoulders and his body tensing at the sudden intrusion.
He groaned and threw his head back and seconds later Leviathan’s mouth was on his throat, his tongue coming out to taste him, a burning flick against his skin.
“Fast.” He pleaded breathlessly. “Please…” He whimpered and flinched. “It's so deep like this…”
“And you like that, don't you, pet?” He breathed, giving a slow pump into him. “You like it when I'm deep inside of you.” He gave another slow pump and this time the softest of grunts left him, telling Cullen he was holding back more than he was letting on.
“Yeah,” Cullen mumbled, his insides tingling as Leviathan pressed even deeper. “I like it.” He shouldn't admit to such things. Knew he would hate himself for it later, knew Leviathan would only use it against him but…it just felt so good.
“And you liked me before, didn't you?” Leviathan demanded quietly, his movements getting quicker.
Cullen gasped and moaned, his body trembling as his orgasm started to build.
“When I would break free of Walker’s control and touch your face and your hair and your body.
When I would wake in the night with full control of that body and see you touching yourself while you watched men be whipped and beaten on those videos?
You knew, didn't you? And you liked it.”
He sucked in a breath, his eyes going to his face in alarm even as his body started to tense.
Leviathan looked half mad, his eyes wild with lust. His hands tightened on him and he plunged deeper inside of him, his cock hitting that place that made him see stars.
Again and again until Cullen was whimpering and moaning and shuddering.
“Tell me.” Leviathan hissed, his lips coming down hard on his. “Tell me you knew and you liked it.”
No. No. It wasn't true. It wasn't. He'd been terrified. Been confused and half dreaming…
“You dreamt of me, didn’t you?” Leviathan breathed, his eyes blazing. “You touched yourself when you thought about what I might do to you.”
“That's…not true!” He gasped, the heat winding tighter and tighter in his belly. “I wouldn't…” Research had mixed with dreams, that was all. He couldn’t help what he dreamed about. Couldn’t help that those dark stories of Leviathan had had him imagining how it would feel to be whipped, that those old drawings of his scaled body had shoved their way into his dreams…
Leviathan pressed him harder to the window, his cock sliding even deeper, dragging a wild cry from him.
“Just like that…” He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.
“Tell me.” Leviathan whispered, his lips against his throat. “Tell me.” He stilled, pressing hard into that sensitive spot, and Cullen screamed, whipping his head back so hard he heard the crack of glass.
“Yes!” He cried, wrapping himself tightly around him. Tears slid down his cheeks. “Yes, I liked it! I imagined it! Please…”
Leviathan gave a little laugh of victory and kissed him harder, his hips rocking forward to press into that spot again, rubbing against it while his tongue slid deep–
Cullen growled, a truly inhuman sound, and fisted his hands in his hair, holding him to him as he groaned and shuddered apart. Leviathan moaned into the kiss and shifted his hips. Once. Twice…
“Leviathan.” The desperation in the word had Leviathan kissing him harder, his hips pumping into him hard, fucking him through his orgasm to chase his own. Cullen clawed into his back, his head back and his body trembling as he was fucked out of his mind.
It took only seconds for Leviathan to reach his own climax, his body pressing hard into him as he shuddered and snarled, his voice harsh in Cullen’s ear.
More tears spilled down his cheeks; Leviathan finally drew back to look at them now, his eyes dark and soft in a way Cullen had not yet seen them.
“Why are you crying, my love?”
Cullen froze at the unusual words, but couldn't stop even more tears from coming. Couldn't stop the way his body curled more tightly around Leviathan.
“It’s nothing.” He whispered, wiping the tears away. “Nothing. Put me down.”
“Are you upset with me for knowing these things?” He asked softly, kissing away one of his tears. “For keeping my secret? For not being some oblivious fool like that other brat?”