“Please,” she panted, her head falling back on his shoulder. “Please touch me.”
“Finally you say it.” Leviathan slipped his hand between her legs, and Gali let out a small scream as his fingers brushed against her clit.
“Ah, Galilee.” The prince’s voice was thick with lust and wonder. “You’re soaking.”
He slid his fingers along her slit, and Gali writhed against him, whimpers bubbling up her throat. Levi made soothing sounds in her ear. “I know. I’m going to take care of you now.” He circled her clit, stroking the base of it with the pads of his fingers, and Gali gasped as sharp pleasure flashed through her.
“Just like that,” she said. “Aw, fuck, Levi,just like that.”
“You’re going to come quickly, aren’t you?” He kissed her neck, and his locs spilled over her shoulder as he kept stroking. “Just a little one to take the edge off, yes, Galilee? You’ll come for me, right here on my hand like this, and then I’ll take you to bed.”
The pleasure was climbing in Gali’s body, tight, sweet spikes shooting up from under Levi’s hand, his words licking her skin like hundreds of tongues. “You’re such a good girl. So wet. So hot, so fucking perfect.” His fingers tightened on her nipple and fluttered firmly against her clit,faster than humanly possible. “I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispered, smooth and rich and filthy. “Come for me now.”
Gali was a shattering wave, cresting so fast she couldn’t even announce it, she was simply splintering on Levi’s hand as her body shook and shook. She cried out in release, and it sounded perilously close to a sob. Levi took his hands away gently but kept her leaning on him as he wrapped her in the towel and kissed her temple. “Go lie down,” he told her. “I’ll change out of these clothes and join you.”
“Give me a second,” Gali joked. “I’m not sure I can walk yet.”
She let out a yelp as Levi swung her up into his arms and carried her back into the bedroom, putting her gently on the bed.
“I could’ve managed!”
Levi straightened up and looked down at her, amused. “Sure, you could’ve.” His voice was light, but Gali saw the strain hiding on his face, the lines at the corners of his eyes.
“You good?” she asked.
Sharp hunger replaced whatever he’d been thinking, and Levi gave her a grin. “I’m not done touching you, Galilee.”
She could tell he still needed a minute. “Hurry back then.”
Levi winked and disappeared back into the bathroom while Gali stretched out on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. She was hungry but not stinging, full of desire and power, skating on a thousand sharp edges and eager to throw herself off all of them. Leviathan’s voice kept playing in her ears, the torrent of words, so sweet and dirty and justright. There was nowhere else Gali wanted to be right now other than inside the world of their bodies. The only concern here was hunting down pleasure, and she didn’t want to leave. Gali watched the bathroom door as she opened her legs and played with herself casually, her fingers slippery.
It took only a few minutes before Leviathan stepped through the doorway with a bare chest, wearing a dry pair of pants. His eyes sharpened as he took in the sight of her on the bed, all exposed and primed, and Gali rejoiced quietly even as she pouted.
“I thought you’d have all your clothes off,” she said.
“There’s no rush,” he replied, climbing onto the bed so he could kiss the corner of her mouth. “Do you feel real yet, little one?”
Gali welcomed his weight eagerly. “Kiss me some more and I’ll tell you.”
He gave her a wicked smile as he dropped his head and kissed the swell of her breast, cupping it in his hand. Gali wound her hands into his hair and let the sharp thrill dance along her skin. It was such a relief to touch him knowing that she wasn’t hurting him, that all she was bringing was pleasure—pleasure that had him grinding his hips into hers, pleasure that had his cock searing hot and hard against her, pleasure growling in the back of his throat as he closed his lips over the tip of her breast. Gali arched up with a moan as Levi flicked his tongue over her tight nipple, and dimly, behind the roar of desire coursing through her flesh, she heard the bedroom door click open. Leviathan snapped his head up, his breath ghosting across Gali’s swollen flesh as she turned her head to see who the hell was walking in on them.
It shouldn’t have been a surprise, if she’d thought about it. Still, shock slammed through her as she saw the face she knew better than she had any right to, the illuminated walnut skin, the gold-brushed eyes. Leviathan tensed above her, and the room fell horribly silent as they both stared at the Devil standing in the doorway.
25.
Leviathan
Leviathan felt Galilee’s pulse kick up and her body tense, but he pressed his hand lightly against her, both to comfort and to ground her.
“Lucifer,” the girl said, and her voice shook with fear and adrenaline and want.
The Devil was dressed in a suit of deep sinking black and a black shirt with an open collar. Levi hated that he recognized the look crossing Lucifer’s face as he took in Galilee playing with his prince on the bed. It felt wrong for the Devil to look so uncertain, his hand hovering at the doorknob as if he was about to turn and leave. He shouldn’t have looked like he cared. He was the King of Hell. He should have made a casual joke, brushed it aside, worn a mask Levi could deal with, but instead Lucifer was juststandingthere, and anyone could see he didn’t know if he was welcome or unwanted.
Leviathan didn’t move his hand from the curve of Galilee’s breast, but his eyes were fixed on Lucifer. “Can he stay?” he murmured to the girl, loud enough for Lucifer to hear.
Heat flushed her body at the suggestion, and if Leviathan had to guess, her flesh would be tightening with a slick rush. Galileelikedthat idea. He brushed his thumb over her nipple casually, and she drew in a hissof air, her body writhing under his. Lucifer’s eyes dropped to the hand cupping Galilee’s breast, and Leviathan watched as the girl bit her lip.
“Do you—wouldyou want to stay?” she asked Lucifer. She was gorgeous and naked, exposed in the bracket of Leviathan’s body, a wanton little offering.
