Chapter 78 🔞🔞Chapter 78🔞🔞
⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧ Levi ⛧⛧⛧⛧⛧
The iron collar bites into Michael's throat, runes glowing like fresh lava as his divine power gutters out like a snuffed candle. His wings spasm once, twice, before folding limp against his back, feathers trembling. I grab a fistful of his golden hair, yanking his head back hard enough to expose the pale column of his neck, veins pulsing under skin that is too fucking perfect for a bastard like him.
“On your knees, angel,” I growl, shoving down with brutal force.
His knees hit the marble with a crack that echoes through the ruined shrine, holy water sloshing around his legs, burning faint red welts into his flesh where it touches.
Michael's golden eyes bulge, shock twisting his pretty face as he stares up at me, breath ragged through the collar's constriction.
“Leviathan? What the fuck are you doing here?” he rasps, voice cracking like thunder muffled by clouds. “Apollyon left you—for a woman! He came back to me, not—”
I slam my palm across his cheek, the slap ringing sharp, leaving a red handprint blooming on that arrogant jaw.
“Apollo never left me, you delusional prick,” I snarl, leaning in close, my breath hot against his ear, the scent of incense and fear filling my lungs.
My cock throbs in my pants, already half-hard from the power rush, the soul bond humming with Apollo's approval thrumming through my veins like liquid fire.
Confusion flickers in Michael's eyes, then rage boils up, his hands clawing at the collar uselessly.
“I smelled him all over her—Adrianna! That mortal slut. If he did not leave you for her, then he cheated on you. With her!”
His voice rises to a yell, wings rustling weakly, but the collar keeps him pinned, powerless, just a pretty toy on his knees in the wreckage of his own holy bullshit.
Apollo's voice echoes around us and it is laced with dark amusement.
“Creepy as fuck that you still recognizes my smell after 15,000 years.”
I smirk, eyes locked on Michael's flushed face.
“Yeah, it is goddamn creepy,” I agree out loud, twisting his hair tighter, forcing a whimper from his lips. “When are you gonna stop chasing after my husband, Michael? Take reality for what it is—he did not choose you 15,000 years ago, and he sure as hell ain't choosing you now.”
Michael's mouth opens, protests dying as I press my boot against his chest, grinding down just enough to make his ribs creak. The soul bond flares, Apollo's lust bleeding into mine, hot and insistent, making my balls ache with the need to claim him, and to destroy.
“I know why you took Adrianna,” I continue, voice low and venomous, “trying to use her to get to him. But newsflash, feather-fuck—we both been fucking her. Apollo is cock deep in that tight pussy, mine stretching her ass while she screams our names. So your little plan? It ain't working. All you are getting is a feather plucking and one-way ticket to hell.”
Apollo's command slices through my mind, sharp as a blade: “Chain him up where he had Adrianna—right in front of the cold shrine. Then fuck him on it. Then you can show this obsessed shit exactly who I belong to.”
The words send a jolt straight to my dick, pre-cum leaking as I imagine it—Apollo’s hole clenching around me, broken and begging while Michael watches.
I flash a wicked grin, straightening up, my free hand dropping to my belt, unbuckling it with a slow, deliberate clink that makes Michael's eyes widen in dawning horror.
“That is an excellent idea, my love” I murmur, more to Apollo than the angel, but loud enough for Michael to hear the promise in it.
Dragging him by the collar like a leashed dog, I haul his ass toward the shadowed alcove where Adrianna's chains still dangle, cold iron links swaying like a noose. The air reeks of burnt paper and spilled wax, the desecrated altar's smoke curling around us, stinging my eyes but fueling the hellfire in my gut.
Michael struggles, knees scraping marble, curses spilling from his lips—”You can not do this, Leviathan! I am an arch-angel, you will burn for—”—but I silence him with a backhand, blood trickling from his split lip, tasting coppery in the air.
I snap the chains around his wrists, hoisting his arms high above his head, his body stretched taut, shirt ripping at the seams to expose pale, muscled chest heaving with panicked breaths. His wings drag uselessly, feathers matted with dust and holy water, the divine glow faded to a pathetic flicker.
My cock strains free as I shove my pants down, thick and veined, head slick and angry red, throbbing with the need to punish. I grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open, thumb digging into his cheek.
“Open wide, Michael. Time you learned what it means to choke on what is not yours.”
He gags as I thrust in, hips snapping forward, the wet heat of his throat clamping down like a vice. Tears streak his face, golden eyes locked on mine in humiliated fury, but his tongue flattens instinctively, sucking despite himself. The soul bond pulses wild, Apollo's presence a ghost hand on my back, urging me deeper, harder.
I fuck his face relentless, balls slapping his chin, drool spilling down his chin to mix with the blood.
“This is for every time you have touched what is mine,” I grunt, pulling out just to slap my wet cock across his cheek, smearing pre-cum over the mark I left earlier. His hole is next—I spin him rough, yanking his pants down to bare that perfect ass, untouched and quivering. My fingers probe, rough and dry, stretching him just enough to make him buck and howl. “And this? For thinking you could take Apollo from me.”
I line up, slamming home in one brutal thrust, his cry echoing off the shrine walls, body arching in the chains. Tight, so fucking tight, clenching around my dick like he is still a virgin, like he was made for this degradation. I pound into him, each slap of skin on skin a declaration—mine, ours, broken. Apollo's laughter rings in my head, vengeance and lust twisting into something unholy, the air thick with sweat and sin. Michael's sobs mix with unwilling moans, his cock hardening against his will, leaking onto the cold stone. We're just getting started, and hell's waiting to claim it's due.