He frowned, pausing again. “Why was Lucifer so angry over the humans? Isn’t he…bad? Doesn’t he hate us?”
Leviathan gave a small twitch. “It is not my story to tell. Not that I know most of the details anyway.”
A soft, irritated sound escaped Cullen. “How am Isupposed to be nosy then?”
He chuckled. “Perhaps you can ask Lucifer himself someday. For now, let’s leave it at the creator is a cruel, harsh person, who does not care for his angels or his humans. We were all just toys for him. Thrown away when we no longer followed his will or accepted his version of love.”
Cullen leaned his head back with a heavy sigh, closing his eyes. Very different from the story he had always been told. From the moment Dom had found him wandering those filthy city streets, dirty and bruised, he had begun telling Cullen about the heavens.
One god, one devil. One surrounded by angels, by pure, beautiful love, and the other surrounded by darkness. Shadows and curses and demons, all of them out for angel blood. For revenge for being spurned from heaven. Cullen, grateful just to be fed and taken care of, had not questioned too hard, had not pushed despite how curious he’d been for the details of why they’d been spurned. It seemed he would not get the details now either.
Another shift in the air came, drawing Cullen from his thoughts, and the overwhelming presence in the room wilted, returning to Leviathan’s normal aura. The large body that had surrounded him a moment ago grew smaller. Familiar. And then Leviathan was nuzzling him, drawing him tighter against him.
“I will tell you all the stories someday, pet. We have all the time in the world.”
47
“You know,” Leviathan murmured as he gnawed on the end of a candy cane, “I really like this holiday. It’s nothing but pure sugar.”
Cullen laughed, his breath puffing out in a little white cloud that was barely visible in the dim lighting along the street. “It’s also about presents.” The bags of souvenirs and trinkets people carried as they strolled past them was a clear reminder of that.
Leviathan waved an impatient hand. “I can get you presents all the time. These things…” He took the candy cane–now sharpened to a deadly point– “These are only around once a year.”
He grinned. “I think you can buy them year round at grocery stores, actually.”
Leviathan made a quiet, dismissive sound. “No need. I have servants, remember? This is all they’re serving us from now on.”
“It most definitely is not.” He scowled. “I like real food.”
“Candy is real food.”
“It is not!”
“Hush.” Leviathan took his candy cane and pushed it into his mouth, silencing him. Cullen licked at the pointed tip and rolled his eyes.
“What about all these sparkly lights? You like those too?”
Leviathan winced. “I could do without all that nonsense. And the cold.” He smirked. “Though I do think the wires the lights are hung on would do wonderfully for tying someone up. Make them light up like a Christmas tree and keep them still while I buried my cock in them.” He raised a suggestive eyebrow and Cullen found himself blushing, his heart racing faster at the image in his mind.
“That’s not very Christmassy. This is supposed to be a holiday of love.”
“Sex is part of love.”
“Not that way.” He scoffed, his face growing warmer when several people glanced at them as they moved past. He grabbed Leviathan by the hand and began to drag him through the crowd in the opposite direction.
“Come on,” Leviathan murmured, so low that none of the humans passing by would have been able to hear them. “Wouldn’t you like to be tied up with those pretty lights? Letting them burn your skin while you struggled to move, my cock pumping in and out of–”
“Levi!” He hissed, shoving him. “Would you shut up?!”
He laughed and hooked his arm over his shoulder, tugging him close. “I think it sounds like a great present.”
“I think you’re a damn pervert who feigns kindness to get laid.” He grumbled, his face burning as he forced very unsexy thoughts into his mind to fight the erection threatening to emerge.
Leviathan’s hand slid down his back, his own thoughts mixing with Cullen’s, images of what he wanted to do to him while he was wrapped up like a damn Christmas tree–
“Come on!” He hissed, mortified that he was slowly growing hard. “Don’t get me started. We’ve only been here for like half an hour. I wanted to do some more things.” He bit down on the candy cane and then pulled it from his mouth, offering it to Leviathan again. He took it, looking devious, and Cullen’s face went red as he twirled his tongue around the tip of it before sucking it deep. Leviathan chuckled as he darted his eyes away.
Cullen ignored him, glancing around, looking for something they hadn’t done yet. There wasn’t really anything left. They’d come here every night this week and had done everything from riding carriages pulled by massive black horses to ice skating–something they were both shockingly good at, despite the years Cullen had spent falling on his ass. Another perk of his new demon body, he was sure.
