Leviathan sighed softly and tapped his forehead against his. “You misunderstand me, Cullen. My nature.”
“Your nature is to kill and maim and devour innocent people, Leviathan. I’m not an idiot.” It was the same with every demon, after all. And the Princes of Hell were said to be a thousand times worse.
“Give me a bit more credit than that, pet.” He slid his free hand around his back, lowering it to his ass. Cullen felt him grab him there, felt his dagger sharp nails dig into his clothes and his skin, and gasped, tears springing to his eyes. He expected violence, expected pain, but Leviathan only nuzzled against his cheek and slid his hand around to his hip before lowering it to his thigh. He found Cullen’s soft cock through his clothes and began to paw at it, his lips brushing his jaw as he moved.
Cullen whimpered, trying to find his voice, to call out for his friends, his teachers. Anyone. But he closed it again with a quick snap when Leviathan’s mouth moved to his, his lips touching his gently before he raised his face and licked a long, slow line up over his cheek and his eye, catching a tear there. Cullen shivered again.
“That tastes good.” His mouth lowered to his again, lingering there, though he didn’t fully kiss him.
“Stop!” Cullen whimpered, terrified. “Stop–Walker! Dom!” He tried to turn his head, to look over Leviathan’s shoulder, but he was too tall, his shoulders too wide, and then his mouth was on his and Cullen could think of nothing, could not move a muscle as his long, pointed tongue invaded his mouth and forced his to move with it.
Where the hell were his friends? Things had never gone this far before. He hated it. Hated the feel of his tongue halfway down his throat and hated the heat that was rolling off him and hated the sweet taste and hated that his body was starting to react–
A soft, breathless sound left his mouth and Leviathan gasped softly, the hand around his throat coming up to cup his cheek instead, his head tilting to the side to deepen the kiss. Cullen flinched–and bit down hard on his tongue. Leviathan jerked back back with a sharp gasp, his eyes popping wide, and Cullen took the opportunity to spit the venomous black blood from his mouth–and then his hand was in his hair, yanking his head back so sharply Cullen cried out in pain. His mouth slammed down on his again and his teeth came down hard; Cullen let out a pained shriek as those sharp fangs sank into his lip.
He shoved at Leviathan and, to his surprise, this time he broke the kiss and let him catch a breath. Cullen scrubbed the blood from his lips, paling when he saw that it came away mixed with black. Leviathan licked at his lips, his eyes now those pitch black shark-like orbs that told Cullen he’d lost himself a bit to the taste of his blood.
“Levi–”
His thumb traced along Cullen’s cheek, silencing himwith a soft whimper. Tears were streaming down his face now; he didn’t have the strength to even try to fight them. Even his body was quickly growing exhausted with all the trembling.
Leviathan ran a slow, sharp fingertip across Cullen’s bottom lip, swiping away the fresh blood there before bringing his finger to his mouth. He licked at it and moaned softly, his eyelids fluttering. Cullen’s eyes popped wide in horror.
“Every part of you is delicious.” Leviathan whispered, sounding a bit dazed. “Cullen.”
He ignored the soft tone of his voice, squeezing his eyes closed again. “Please. Please let me go. Please leave me alone. I don’t want–”
Leviathan’s body was slammed forward by a powerful burst of energy; he braced himself against the wall with his hands, inches before he would have crushed Cullen with his body. There was a split moment where his eyes burned down into Cullen’s with a wild fury. And then he slowly turned to face the man behind him, the anger carefully hidden away.
“You’re interrupting, Dominick.” He said softly, positioning himself in front of Cullen as if he meant to defend him.
The dark skinned man grimaced back at him, looking unsurprised as he threw back the hood of his dark cloak. “I see. So we haven’tmissed. It’s just not affecting you.”
Leviathan chuckled, sounding unbothered. “You pathetic humans don’t stand a chance.” His head tilted to the side, a slightly inhuman movement. “Not even you,chosen one.”A pointless title, Cullen knew. Dom was no more special than any of them; he'd simply spent his entire life studying thecreatures they fought. He knew every weakness, every demon language and the way the beasts’ minds worked, and had trained his body to the point where he could store ridiculous amounts of the heavenly energy they held inside and wield it with wicked accuracy. The only time Cullen had ever seen his abilities fail to cause harm was…with Leviathan.
Dom smiled, calm and smug, and that glint came into his eye that Cullen knew meant trouble. He risked a glance to the roofs nearby and saw a half dozen cloaked men and women crouching on either side of the alley. Directly above him, he watched a familiar shadow move, his hand coming up to give Cullen the smallest of waves, a reassuring move, and Cullen bit back a smile as he dropped his gaze to the back of Leviathan’s head.
Not that they were necessarily out of the woods now–but at least the others had finally found them and Cullen was no longer being molested all to hell. He could still taste the bastard on his mouth and his lip throbbed every other second, fresh blood beading up. He licked it away in irritation, watching warily as Leviathan and Dom glared at each other.
“Well, go on.” Leviathan murmured, flicking a hand towards Cullen’s adoptive father. “Fling your pathetic little light energy at me already. Let’s see if I can even feel it this time.”
Dom raised a hand and closed his fist, much the same as Leviathan had when he’d dropped that goddamn building on them. Cullen braced himself just as the ground started to tremor beneath their feet, a long crack racing across the cement from Dom to Leviathan. On either side of the alley, blindingly bright light appeared in dots along the rooftops.
“Hey, wait!” Cullen cried, shocked. “What are youdoing?”
“Be quiet, Cull.” Dom snapped, his face pinching with stressed concentration.
The static in the air shifted, making his hair stand on end. The alley lit up brighter than the sun and Cullen gasped in terror and shock. They didn’t really mean to–
“You would kill your own son?!” Leviathan’s words came out harsh and quick, fury dripping in his voice. “I will survive this and he will burn to cinders and you will loseeverything. Is that what you want?”
A muscle twitched in Dom’s jaw. Cullen gaped at him, more tears burning in his eyes while the panic gagged him.Not like this. Not like this–
“Dom.” It was Walker that spoke, panic edging into his voice as he shouted down to them. “Maybe–”
“Don’t be so selfish!” His guardian cried, startling both him and Walker. “We have to think of the lives we’ll be saving!”
“What?” Cullen gasped. Had he misunderstood exactly what his job was as bait? Had this been some nefarious plan all along? “Hang on–”
