Chapter 57 #3
He shuddered, coming undone without warning.
He felt Leviathan freeze in surprise and felt his face begin to burn before he even came up out of the pool.
He might have lost himself in that embarrassment, might have run away and hid himself in that giant gossamer-shrouded bed for the night, but the sight of Leviathan emerging, covered in red blood that gleamed as it ran in shiny rivulets down his body had him frozen, his eyes wide and embarrassment forgotten.
A dark god. A quiet voice whispered in his head. A dark god in all his glory.
“Hell,” Leviathan chuckled as he pushed his wet hair back from his face with one smooth move. “Who knew you were such a quick–”
Cullen tackled him, his mouth coming down on his as they stumbled back and fell into the dark pool.
Blood flowed over them, drenching them both and flooding their mouths as they kissed. Cullen moaned, shivering as he was plunged into that heavy darkness, and Leviathan’s soft grip turned hard, his hands tugging him closer and closer, his nails sharpening to claws and raking down his back.
Vicious heat tore through him in response, his hands moving from Leviathan’s hair down to his waist. He squeezed him there and felt Leviathan cock throb in response.
That soul link between them flared brighter, letting him see that Leviathan liked being touched that way, liked being handled. It made him brave.
Brave enough to slip his hands down and grab his thighs as he pushed them back up to the surface.
They were still kissing when they broke it, Leviathan’s tongue hot in his mouth, iron and salt mixing with the taste of him.
Cullen moaned and spun them around, pressing Leviathan back against the jagged ledge of the pool before he lifted him and set him on it.
Leviathan poured a moan into his mouth and laid back, his hand curling up into his hair to draw him down with him.
Cullen nudged his thighs apart, groaning when their erections rubbed together.
Leviathan’s hand ran down his back, pressing him down against him, and Cullen gasped, his hips giving a slow pump forward that made them rub together again.
He did it once more, dragging another moan from Leviathan, and then they were lost in each other again, kissing and clawing until Cullen shifted and gave a hard thrust, forcing his way inside of him.
Leviathan broke away with a cry, his eyes popping wide, but Cullen didn’t pause.
Couldn’t have if he’d wanted to. He was already moving, his cock wrapped in delicious warmth, and his mouth against Leviathan’s throat, swallowing his racing heartbeat.
Leviathan began to tremble under him, his hands moving in his hair and down his back, leaving deep scratches that had Cullen’s teeth coming down on his throat.
His thrusts grew faster and deeper with each painful grasp of Leviathan’s fingers, the pain spurring him on until he had Leviathan gasping and moaning under him, his body arching up against him and his legs hooking over his waist to pull him deeper.
His ass squeezed around him and Cullen groaned, his hand dropping to his thigh to lift his leg higher, his grip clenching on him as pleasure shot down his spine.
Leviathan whimpered in an astonishingly needy way, his head falling back as his breaths cut off and his ass clenched around him.
Cullen watched him with wide eyes, his jaw clenching as he shuddered apart with him, his hips stuttering with a hard jerk before he began to move again, his movements slow and gentle now.
Leviathan was gasping under him, shock and pleasure spread across his face. Cullen could sense the embarrassment in him–and the desire that still rocked his body and had his mind a mess.
If Cullen didn’t know better, he might have thought…
“Was that your first time?” He demanded, shock shooting through him. “Doing it like that?”
Leviathan hesitated, his throat giving a slow bob. “Possibly.” He whispered finally, his eyes falling away from his face.
Cullen stared at him for a long moment and then pressed his face to his throat, hiding the snicker that popped free of him.
“Shut up, brat.” He hissed, wriggling under him. Cullen pressed closer, not letting him move away. “I threw you a boon because we had a fight, that’s all.”
“So every time we fight you’re going to let me do this?” He murmured, giving his hips another slow pump. Leviathan flinched.
“No.”
“I think yes.” He started to move again. “We disagree. So that means we’re fighting, right?”
“Cullen…” He trailed off with a soft moan, his legs tightening around his hips. “Stop…”
“Shut up.” He murmured, bringing his mouth down on his. Leviathan made a soft, breathy noise against his lips and then he was pulling him closer, his hands fisting in his hair as he moved his hips to meet him again and again.
He’d missed this. Missed that tight warmth wrapped around him, missed the feeling of pinning someone down and being inside of them. It had been good with Walker…or he’d thought it had, at least.
But with Leviathan… His body was all tight muscle and heat and the quick thudding of his heart seemed to have taken up so very much of Cullen’s mind…
He shuddered, surprised when he felt a little flicker of power ignite in his chest, as if something had been lit in his soul.
Leviathan sucked in a soft breath, sounding surprised. “Follow it.” He murmured, raising his face to kiss at his throat.
“What?” He whispered, half out of his mind at the feel of him beneath him.
Leviathan pressed another soft kiss to his throat and then laid back again, his hand sliding down to press against his chest. “That flicker. Follow it.” Cullen’s heart slammed against his fingers and, for a moment, Cullen was lost in the memory of how it had felt to have that hand buried in his chest, wrapped around his heart…
He shuddered again, his body jerking as the light flickered brighter, drawing his mind towards it.
“What is it?” He breathed, tingles shooting down his spine as it flared again.
“Just trust me.”
He listened, searching for that light as it flared again, wrapping his whole being around it until it exploded in his chest. Cullen cried out in shock as his body grew bigger.
Longer. His muscles filling out, though his arms remained thin, and his body growing stronger and swifter as he moved inside Leviathan.
Leviathan was gasping loudly, his arms curled tight around his neck and his eyes wide with shock. It took Cullen several long heartbeats to realize that his cock had swelled inside of him. Had grown. He stilled, his breathing harsh while he looked down at him in shock.
Slowly, Leviathan smiled up at him, looking somewhere between embarrassed and excited. “That felt fucking good.”
“Really?” He breathed, shocked. Fucking hell. Was he bigger than him now? Why was that so hot? Without waiting for a response from Leviathan, he curled hands–nearly twice the size of his human ones–around Leviathan’s wrists, pinning them down beside his head as he began to move again.
Leviathan gasped and groaned under him, struggling against his hold.
Cullen was startled when he realized he was stronger than him in this form.
His hands tightened and the little flicker of pain on Leviathan’s face had him thrusting faster, his new cock pressing deep again and again until Leviathan had gone loud and breathless under him, his arms straining against his hold and his lips parting with moans that made Cullen shiver.
He lowered himself, taking a nipple into his mouth, and Leviathan jerked, his hand breaking free of his grasp and flying to his hair to hold him there.
Cullen smiled deviously and began to tease him with tongue and teeth, not stopping until Leviathan was whimpering again.
He smiled wickedly against his skin as he began to kiss his way back up to his mouth.
“You sound like a bitch when you bottom.” He murmured, slamming his lips down on his before Leviathan could respond.
Sharp teeth sliced into his lip, making him gasp and pump his hips forward with a sharp jerk.
Leviathan flinched and moaned against his mouth, sliding his hands in his hair to hold him against him.
“It’s no worse than what you sound like.” Leviathan hissed, finally breaking away from him. “With all your pleading and…” He broke off with a harsh groan as Cullen circled his hips, pressing deep into a new spot. “Fuck.”
The desperation in the word had him shuddering again, his hips rocking forward again and again until they were both tense and shaking.
“I should make you beg for it.” Cullen hissed, his teeth snapping together as he fought off his orgasm. It was a losing game. “Just like you’re always making me beg.”
“I would never–” He broke off again as Cullen angled his hips and pressed deep.
He watched with vicious glee as Leviathan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, a wicked moan tearing from him.
They froze, both of them wide eyed and panting, and then Leviathan had locked his arms and legs around him, his mouth hard on his as he mumbled, “Please…please…”
Cullen gave him what he wanted, slamming into that same spot over and over again until Leviathan finally whipped his head back with a cry, the ground cracking under his skull and his nails shredding into his back as he came undone.
Cullen followed with a shout, his teeth snapping down on his neck so hard his skin broke.
Blood flowed into his mouth, sweeter than the kind that coated their skin, and he moaned, licking at the wound before he collapsed on top of him, his face nuzzled in his throat.
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed there like that before Leviathan finally pawed at his hair, drawing his face back up to his. Cullen brushed a feather light kiss to his lips and murmured, “I love you.”
After a few long heartbeats, Leviathan murmured, “And I love you, pet.”