When he gasped out his name, Leviathan groaned and sped his pace, his cock throbbing inside of him as he edged them both closer…closer…
The orgasm came hard and fast, Cullen burying his face in the blanket to muffle his scream, his body shuddering hard as he emptied himself onto the bed. A trembling groan poured from Leviathan as he stilled, his hips jerking hard before he dropped down over him, his arm winding tight around his waist to hold him against him.
“Stay with me.” He whispered against his neck, the soft words startling Cullen out of his drowsiness. “Promise you’ll stay.”
His mouth opened with the words–he only barely kept himself from saying them.
“Shut up,” he whispered instead. “Don’t ruin the mood with your sentimentality.”
He nuzzled against his throat and began to move insidehim again, his thrusts gentle and slow now.
“You’re an asshole.”
“So are you.” He moaned, squirming to press back against him.
“So we’re perfect for each other.”
Cullen let out a breathless laugh. “Maybe.”
“Promise me.” His thrusts sped. “Promise you’ll stay.”
“No.” He gasped, shuddering. “Shut up.”
“Cullen–”
“Not yet.” He breathed, feeling tears burn in his eyes. “Not now.”
“Soon.”
“Maybe.” He repeated with another soft moan. “Keep going.”
Leviathan fell silent then, but Cullen could feel him prying gently at his mind, searching for the truth. Despite what he’d told him, he opened his mind and let him see it, all his defenses knocked down from the liquor and the serotonin.
Yes, he would stay. Yes, this was home. Yes, he was his.
Leviathan shivered against his back and began to kiss him. His ears and cheeks and neck, his shoulders and the back of his head. Soft, gentle kisses that made his voice choke in his throat and his body heat and tighten until they’d spilled over the edge together again.
When Leviathan began to move once more, Cullen flinched away from him. “No more…”
“Until you pass out, remember?” He whispered, wrapping an arm around him to take his erection into his hand. Cullen whimpered and shut his eyes against the overwhelming heat in his blood.
45
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, byCullen. 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 thendisappeared 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. Ithadcome back to life.
