“And you liked me before, didn't you?” Leviathan demanded quietly, his movements getting quicker. Cullen gasped and moaned, his body trembling as his orgasm started to build. “When I would break free of Walker’s control and touch your face and your hair and your body. When I would wake in the night with full control of that body and see you touching yourself while you watched men be whipped and beaten on those videos? You knew, didn't you? And you liked it.”
He sucked in a breath, his eyes going to his face in alarm even as his body started to tense. Leviathan looked half mad, his eyes wild with lust. His hands tightened on him and he plunged deeper inside of him, his cock hitting that place that made him see stars. Again and again until Cullen was whimpering and moaning and shuddering.
“Tell me.” Leviathan hissed, his lips coming down hard on his. “Tell me you knew and you liked it.”
No. No.It wasn't true. Itwasn't. He'd been terrified. Been confused and half dreaming…
“You dreamt of me, didn’t you?” Leviathan breathed, his eyes blazing. “You touched yourself when you thought about what I might do to you.”
“That's…not true!” He gasped, the heat winding tighter and tighter in his belly. “I wouldn't…” Research had mixed with dreams, that was all. He couldn’t help what he dreamed about. Couldn’t help that those dark stories of Leviathan had had him imagining how it would feel to be whipped, that those old drawings of his scaled body had shoved their way into his dreams… Leviathan pressed him harder to the window, his cock sliding even deeper, dragging a wild cry from him.
“Just like that…” He pleaded, tears forming in his eyes.
“Tell me.” Leviathan whispered, his lips against his throat. “Tell me.” He stilled, pressing hard into that sensitive spot, and Cullen screamed, whipping his head back so hard he heard the crack of glass.
“Yes!” He cried, wrapping himself tightly around him. Tears slid down his cheeks. “Yes, I liked it! I imagined it! Please…”
Leviathan gave a little laugh of victory and kissed him harder, his hips rocking forward to press into that spot again, rubbing against it while his tongue slid deep–
Cullen growled, a truly inhuman sound, and fisted his hands in his hair, holding him to him as he groaned and shuddered apart. Leviathan moaned into the kiss and shifted his hips. Once. Twice…
“Leviathan.” The desperation in the word had Leviathan kissing him harder, his hips pumping into him hard, fucking him through his orgasm to chase his own. Cullen clawed into his back, his head back and his body trembling as he was fucked out of his mind.
It took only seconds for Leviathan to reach his own climax, his body pressing hard into him as he shuddered and snarled, his voice harsh in Cullen’s ear.
More tears spilled down his cheeks; Leviathan finally drew back to look at them now, his eyes dark and soft in a way Cullen had not yet seen them.
“Why are you crying, my love?”
Cullen froze at the unusual words, but couldn't stop even more tears from coming. Couldn't stop the way his body curled more tightly around Leviathan.
“It’s nothing.” He whispered, wiping the tears away. “Nothing. Put me down.”
“Are you upset with me for knowing these things?” Heasked softly, kissing away one of his tears. “For keeping my secret? For not being some oblivious fool like that other brat?”
He pressed his fists to his face, hiding the tears there. “Please put me down.” This time, Leviathan followed the request, pulling out of him slowly before lowering him to his feet. Cullen’s legs shook; Leviathan stepped closer, continuing to hold him up with his body.
“Cullen–”
“How did you know?” He whispered, still not looking at him. “How did you know that I…needed more?”
There was a long, heavy silence.
“What do you mean? You know I saw you those nights. You know I saw what you were watching.”
He was already shaking his head. “No. No, it’s more than that. You didn’t see everything. You couldn’t have.” Because most of the time he’d been tucked away in his own room, lost in fantasies he had never told Walker or anyone else. And just minutes ago, when Leviathan had forced him to his knees and tugged his hair in precisely the way he’d always imagined…it just couldn’t be coincidence. And if it had been…if they were that attuned…
He’d rather the bastard be snooping around in his head.
As if Leviathan had heard the thought, his forehead tapped gently to his–and a soft voice spoke into his mind.
There are many powers a Prince of Hell has, my pet.Cullen sucked in a breath, his eyes widening in terror and shock.I have always been inside your head. I have seen it all.He kissed his cheek, swiping away another tear.Your dark thoughts gave me the strength to break free of that wimp.Another kiss, this one lingering before it brushed down to touch his lips.You are mine, Cullen.
The tears came again, panic and fear racing through him as he pushed him away. Leviathan watched him warily as he slid his hands into his hair, fisting them there and tugging at it as his body began to tremble.
“I knew it.” He breathed. “I knew it!”
Leviathan’s lips pressed into an unhappy line. “There is no reason to be afraid of it–”
