This must be whatdivinityis.
His noises become louder as he strokes himself, smearing his cock with crimson as he does. I can hear the way his breath hitches, the way he whines out a plea for more all over again, then he lets out another strangled sound as he comes.
I keep fucking him through it, watching his face and memorizing how it looks in the throes of our bloody passion. I feel my own orgasm climbing, waiting to release, but I don’t want this moment to end yet.
I want to be here, with him, forever.
“You’re mine,” I growl, thrusting forward even harder. My fingers dig into his thighs, sure to leave bruises, enough to make him cry out and writhe. “My beautiful lamb, my wolf. Innocent, but not. Repressed, but unrestrained. All your contradictions belong to me.”
“Yours,” he whimpers, clinging to me. “Yours, Daddy.”
I lean forward, bending him near in half, so I can kiss him. He grips my face, getting cum and blood on me, but I don’t care. Our devotion to each other will never be neat and tidy.
“Please, Daddy,” Levy whispers. “Fill me up. Make me yours.”
I groan loudly. How can I resist him? I pull back so I can thrust into him properly, faster and harder, and the pleasure floods my body.
Never have I ever felt so much for one person.
Never have I wanted to consume somebody like this.
Never have I loved anyone.
But Levi has given me everything.
I let out a long, low moan as I let go. My orgasm rushes through me, and I fill him, fill my boy. I claim him, as surely as he has claimed me.
“Daddy!” he wails with a shudder, leaning up to kiss me again. It’s desperate, and needy, and I thrust my tongue past hislips. He opens readily, sharing the taste, sharing everything with me.
I linger there, inside of him as my tongue caresses his, as my cock begins to soften. He clutches me tight, needing me every bit as much as I need him.
I stay over him until my cock slips out. I’d love to be inside him forever. It’s impractical—especially here, right now.
I sigh and slide to the side, pulling him against me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask him gently.
His eyes are heavy-lidded, and he’s breathing heavily. He snuggles up against me, heedless of the cold, cracked concrete beneath us and the corpse nearby. “Different,” he says after a long moment. “Like… like everything’s changed.”
“You’ve awakened to your true self,” I say, brushing hair from his eyes. “You’ll no longer be content to be one of the many downtrodden of the city.”
“No,” Levi says slowly. “I won’t. I’m not.” He kisses me again, so lightly that I can barely feel his lips against mine, then murmurs, “I don’t know if I can be like you. If I can punish people, if I cankillpeople. But I—” He falters. “I want to see it. I want to know that people like Zachariah will never hurt anyone else again.”
I smile and cup his cheek. “I’ll teach you how it’s done. But if you don’t want to wield the blade again, that’s fine too. I’ll cut them up for you and let you taste their blood.”
He shivers. “Promise?”
“I told you, I’ll give you anything you desire.” I kiss his forehead gently.
Levi nods, then he looks at me with a small smile of his own. “You’re covered in blood,” he says. “I guess I am, too.”
“We’ll need to clean up here.” I reluctantly loosen my hold on him. “His body will need to go. And we’ll have to destroy evidence that we were here.”
“I’ll learn how to help,” he promises. “But I think we made a huge mess.” He pulls free of me and sits up, looking around. “I don’t know how to clean up something like this at all.”
“Just follow my lead,” I say. I sit up and look around. I’d picked this courtyard the first time because it’s surprisingly well hidden. Two of the buildings around us are empty, not in livable condition, and the other two have small businesses in them. None of the windows that face the courtyard are ever used, and there’s an overhang on one side that prevents getting a good view of this corner of the courtyard anyway.
I pull my pants up and zip up. “We’ll clean up first. The dirty clothes have to go once we’re done. I have clean ones for us in the bag.”