Chapter 50
He stilled with a soft groan, his body collapsing on top of Cullen’s limp one. It had been hours since the brat had fallen asleep, since he’d clutched at his hip and mumbled for him to keep going in a slurred voice.
And Leviathan had, his better intentions–buried as they might be in that rotten soul of his–dulled by the liquor, by the sex, by Cullen. He’d kept going and now he felt even more drunk than he had before.
Under him, Cullen was a mess. Sweat and cum mixing all over his back and chest and stomach. His dark hair pasted to his forehead and his neck, his body limp and bruised… He shivered, looking away from the bruises as he pulled out of him. They would only work him up again.
Cullen made a soft noise of discomfort in his sleep, tugging against the chains that now held his arms and legs off to the sides of the bed.
Leviathan watched him for a long moment, debating another quick round, and then flicked his fingers to release the chains.
They went slack and then disappeared altogether.
Leviathan moved to lay on his side, pulling Cullen with him.
The brat mumbled something that even Leviathan could not make out and settled back against him, his face turning into the pillows.
Leviathan smiled and pressed his nose into his hair, inhaling his scent.
Cullen would stay. Cullen was his. Cullen had promised.
The words, the softness Cullen had shown him, the…love…it had cracked something open in his chest. Something long dead. Something he had taunted more than one of his brothers for having in these long, long years.
He understood now.
That ancient emotion that had died away inside them all when they had Fallen…it could come back to life. It had come back to life.
He pulled Cullen even closer, winding his arms around him and slipping his leg between his to intertwine them as much as possible. Even in his sleep, Cullen’s body reacted to him, his heart racing a little faster even as their breathing moved to match.
How many nights had he taken control of that little’s shit’s body to hold Cullen this way? How many times had he given up a chance at freedom just for a night of holding this brat close? He should have realized a long time ago what that meant.
Walker had never deserved to have him lying beside him. Had never deserved a single moment of Cullen’s attention or affection. Leviathan would make sure he didn’t screw it up the same way.
He nuzzled closer to him, still feeling as if it wasn’t close enough.
Mine. The word pulsed through him, had him tightening his hold. He’s mine.