Chapter 65 🔞🔞Chapter 65🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Apollo ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
Levi's cock slammed into me with brutal force, each thrust pinning me harder against the cold basement wall, my wings crushed flat, feathers scraping rough concrete. The pain shot through my body like lightning, igniting every nerve, my cock throbbing in his fist as he jerked me off mercilessly. Fuck, I loved this—one-on-one with Levi, no distractions, just us in this dim dungeon we had made for our filthy games. Adrianna owned part of my soul, Elena's teasing had wormed into my heart, but nothing matched the raw soulmate burn with Levi. That is why I had jumped at the chance when Elena purred about handling the club shift solo—teleport security or not. I needed this privacy, needed him to snap and dominate me like only he could.
I had spotted him stripping the second his shirt hit the floor, that muscular frame hovering silent, cock already swelling from our last punishment session. But I played it cool, focusing on the sex swing, bolts twisting under my grip, knowing it would push him over the edge. And shit, it did—his hands clamping my wrists, slamming me forward, his hard dick grinding my ass through denim. Now, buried balls-deep in my tight hole, no lube, just spit and fury, he railed me raw, the burn stretching me wide, pain twisting into pleasure that made my vision blur.
I gripped the wall, nails digging into cement, arching back as his free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head sideways. The pull had shot fire down my spine, my hole clenching around his thick shaft, milking him deeper with every punishing snap of his hips.
“Let me tell you a secret,” Levi growled into my ear, his breath hot and ragged, his body slick with sweat pressing me flat. “I sort of hate both of our new girlfriends.”
I grunted, the words hitting like a slap, my cock leaking pre-cum over his knuckles as he twisted harder in my hair.
“Why?” I rasped, voice breaking on a moan, the jealousy in his tone fueling the dominance, making his thrusts more urgent, cockhead battering my prostate until stars exploded behind my eyes.
“I know it is my fault our souls are attached to them until they die,” he snarled, pounding deeper, his swollen balls slapping my ass with wet smacks. “But I would rather not have to share your heart with anyone else. I knew I would have to share your body with them for a short period of our very long lives. But why did you have to love her back.?” His grip tightened, pulling my hair until tears pricked my eyes, the pain blending with the stretch of his dick splitting me open.
“I did not mean to.” The truth was pulled from my lips even before I realized it.
I could feel Levi grin before he continued his tirade, “Tell me, honestly Apollo—who do you love more? Me or Adrianna? Can she own and fuck your ass like I can?”
He twisted my arm harder behind my back, the joint screaming in agony, but fuck, it turned me on more, my body bucking back to meet his brutal rhythm, hole fluttering around his girth. I moaned loud, the sound echoing off the basement walls, cameras silent but ready to capture this public claim if we flipped the switch. Pain had always been my drug—hell, it was why I had rebelled in the heavens, chasing that edge of torment and power. Now, squished between Levi's sculpted chest and the unyielding wall, his cock reaming me without mercy, I surrendered fully, wings twitching, pre-cum dripping in sticky ropes.
“It is you, Levi—always you,” I gasped, the confession ripping out as he slammed in again, grinding deep, his tip bruising my insides.
The jealousy burned hot in his voice, but it only made him fuck me rougher, hips pistoning like a machine, sweat mixing with the blood from his earlier bite on my shoulder. My arm throbbed under his twist, pain radiating to my balls, tightening them as orgasm coiled low. Oaths and promises be damned; Adrianna released me, but this bond with Levi was eternal, forged in blood and cum, unbreakable even by the extra soulmate ties we now carry to these women.
He smirked against my neck, eyes dark with possession, releasing my hair just to slap my thigh hard, the sting making my hole spasm.
“Good answer,” he hissed, slowing his thrusts to a torturous grind, cock stirring my guts, forcing me to feel every vein, every pulse. “No one owns this ass like me—no one else fucks it raw until you are begging like a whore.”
His free hand slid around, pinching my nipple viciously, twisting until I cried out, body trembling between pain and the urgent need to cum. The basement reeked of our musk—sweat, pre-cum, the faint metallic tang of blood—sensory overload heightening the dominance, making me crave more brutality.
I struggled in his hold, not to escape but to push back, demanding he wreck me harder, my intense eyes locking on his over my shoulder.
“Prove it then—fuck me like you hate sharing,” I demanded, voice gravelly, wings unfurling slightly to brush his sides, feathers soft against his rough skin.
Levi's laugh was low, dangerous, his cock withdrawing halfway before slamming home, the force jolting me up the wall, toes scraping concrete. Pain exploded anew in my arm, pleasure crashing through, my dick spurting pre-cum onto the floor in desperate arcs.
Telepathic flickers from the girls teased the edges—Elena's flirty moan amid club noise, Adrianna's cunning whisper plotting her next shoot—but I shoved them aside. This was our time, rough play in the dungeon we had designed for public exposure, soul bonds twisting into this jealous fury. Levi's thrusts grew erratic, his swollen ass flexing against my back—reminder of my earlier dominance—but now he owned me, pounding until my vision tunneled, body a live wire of agony and ecstasy.
“Do not stop,” I begged, hole clenching greedy, ready for him to flood me, mark me as his in this eternal, filthy war of souls.