Chapter 47 You’re overthinking again.
Time passed in a strange and pleasant blur.
Every day, a new place. A new experience.
Sometimes it was as simple as a hotel on the coast of some strange country where they could wake up and see the cobalt blue of the ocean stretched out in front of them.
And sometimes it was something astonishing; dinner on top of a mountain, in abandoned temples that always brought some sort of story out of Leviathan.
Gods he had known. Gods he had killed. Places where he had been worshiped, where people had knelt and begged for mercy.
He did not offer up how often he had granted that mercy, and Cullen did not ask.
Had no need to. He knew the stories–or a handful of them, at least–though Leviathan painted a much more colorful, more excitable version of events.
Cullen listened closely, taking in names and locations carefully, watching the shifts in Leviathan’s face each time, picking out when he liked talking about someone and when he looked somewhat irritated at the memories.
Once in a while he would think of a question to ask, and Leviathan’s face would light up with joy, as if he was both pleased and surprised he had taken an interest. Cullen always gave him hesitant smiles back in those moments, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
It was difficult in those moments to remember that he was supposed to hate this man, this demon. Difficult to remember that Leviathan even was a demon. For all those smiles and soft touches, he could have been human.
Those dark memories of the beginning began to melt away. A deadly, idiotic mistake. One he could not even pretend to know how to fix. One he really didn’t care to fix either.
“You’re overthinking again.”
It took Cullen a few minutes to find a response, his eyes on the pillow beside him while Leviathan traced designs along his shoulder, his face pressed close to the back of his neck.
“There’s a lot going on in my life. It’s hard to not overthink.
” Besides, he’d always been this way. Even with Walker he’d worried about things that couldn’t be helped.
Or known, since Walker didn’t like to discuss such things.
He’d worried if the sex had been good–and had assumed not for quite some time, since Walker had so little interest–and if Walker actually cared for him, with all his snide, indifferent comments.
Those concerns had never gone away, even after all those years together.
He’d simply gotten a little better at ignoring them.
And now…now it was hard to ignore the way Leviathan did exactly everything right. Said all the right things, touched him exactly where and how he wanted to be touched, held him in exactly the right way.
This will be mine before the time is up. Leviathan had said in the beginning, his lips against his heart.
It was so terribly close to being true.
“Are you upset with me?”
The back of his neck began to burn at the words. “Couldn’t you just see into my head to know the answer?”
“You dislike when I do that.”
He sighed softly, turning to press his cheek into the pillow. “How long has it been?”
“Since?”
“The vow we made.” He mumbled, trying to ignore the way Leviathan’s gaze was burning a hole in his head.
There was a long, long pause. “Four months.” He said finally.
Cullen sucked in a breath, his eyes popping wide. “Really?”
“Yes.”
He frowned, counting back the days in his mind. Yes. Four months. He’d lost track of time so easily. And he was almost regretful. Almost hated that he’d let the time pass with them and had not been counting every moment–
Leviathan’s hand lowered, brushing against his hip before it swept around, pressing against his stomach to pull his body back into him.
Cullen let him, swallowing hard as their bodies aligned in that perfect way that always made him wonder how he could have ever thought he and Walker were a good fit.
“You don’t need to be concerned with the time passing, pet.” Leviathan whispered against his neck. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“I haven’t decided that yet.” He objected quietly. It sounded like a lie even to his own ears.
Leviathan went very still against his back; Cullen tensed as well, his eyes flicking nervously to the side as Leviathan tugged against his shoulder and turned him onto his back.
“I see.” He murmured, moving over him. Cullen gasped softly as Leviathan brought his leg up, forcing his to the side. “I guess I haven’t done a very good job convincing you then.”
“Fucking hell.” He hissed, pressing against his chest. “You can’t honestly be this insatiable.”
“Why not?” He lowered himself, kissing at his throat. Cullen’s next breath came out shaky. “You are.”
“I…I’m not…” He broke off with a soft moan as Leviathan’s mouth opened against his throat, his tongue gliding along his pulse point. “I…like that.” He breathed, slipping a hand into Leviathan’s hair.
“I know.” He murmured, kissing his way to the other side of his neck. His hand came up, his thumb brushing over his nipple. Another soft moan escaped Cullen and seconds later his hand had fisted in his hair, dragging Leviathan’s face up to his.
That soft, pleased sound Cullen had grown to love escaped Leviathan, and his thumb moved over his nipple again, brushing gently again and again until Cullen’s hand tightened, urging him lower.
Leviathan pressed another quick kiss to his mouth before beginning to trail his lips down, pausing at the hollow of his throat before moving lower, his mouth coming down over the nipple he’d been teasing.
Cullen arched off the soft bed under him, groaning quietly as Leviathan licked and sucked at him, a sharp cry tearing from him when he bit down.
Leviathan growled softly in response and moved to his other nipple, teasing him slowly before biting down hard, dragging a curse from Cullen this time.
Leviathan dipped lower, kissing his way down his stomach before giving a slow lick just under his belly button. Cullen arched off the bed with a whimper, his hands curling into his hair as he took him into his mouth.
Slow, lazy movements that quickly drove him crazy, his hips pumping up into his mouth again and again until Leviathan finally snarled and tore himself away from him, shooting up to slam his mouth against his.
Cullen curled his arms around his neck, groaning as that pointed tongue sunk deep into his mouth.
Leviathan’s hand dropped, taking both their erections into a firm grasp. Cullen gasped and bit down on his lip and Leviathan began to move, his hand pumping slowly, driving them both on.
“Faster.” Cullen gasped, his head falling back to the bed. “Faster…”
“Shut up and kiss me.” His voice was rougher than usual, but his movements quickened, dragging a groan from both of them.
Cullen hooked his arm around his neck again, his mouth hot and open against his as his hand dropped, curling around their tips.
Leviathan gasped softly against his lips and tightened his grip.
The new pressure instantly had Cullen’s stomach tightening, heat curling low and fierce.
The shuddering gasp from Leviathan told him he was just as close.
His hand curled tight around the back of Cullen’s neck as his body tensed, heat pulsing off him as Cullen gasped and arched again.
He clutched at him as his orgasm hit, his hand clawing at his back and the other curling tighter around their erections. Leviathan groaned and shuddered and the sound he poured into Cullen’s mouth as he came undone had Cullen gasping, his hand pumping them both slowly even as Leviathan stilled.
“Fuck.” He hissed into Cullen’s mouth, his forehead dropping to rest on his. “It’s always so good with you.”
“You doing it with someone else?” He hissed, surprised by the jealousy that rocked through him.
“Never.” Leviathan purred with a devious smile. “There will only ever be you, my love.”
Cullen couldn’t stop the smile that flickered to his lips. Didn’t think he even wanted to as he curled his arms around his neck and drew him down to him again.