Page 31 of Drag You Down (Bloody Desires #2)

GAbrIEL

I ’ve always gotten a thrill from punishing those who deserve it. Their blood, their screams, the dying light of their eyes.

But I have never been this aroused from a mere gutting.

It’s because of Levi.

It’s watching my lamb take what the world owes him and fight for himself.

His cock is hard against my thigh, and I reach down with my bloody hand to squeeze it through his dark jeans.

He lets out a choked sound that quickly turns into a moan, and he thrusts his cock against my hand. As he grinds against me, I know he’s been set free from the expectations that Zachariah had levied upon him.

“Daddy,” he whimpers.

“My lamb,” I answer. “I’ll take you here, in the blood of this monster. I’ll make you fly .”

Any hesitation he might have shown before is gone, chased away by the high of taking a life for the first time. He nods, licking his lips again.

I kiss the blood from his lips, then urge him to lie down on the ground, just next to the puddle of Zachariah Carpenter’s blood. The man makes a gurgling sound, but what do I care about the dying gasps of a con man?

My Levi is here, waiting, wanting.

I set my backpack down next to Levi and pull the small packet of lube out of the front pocket.

“What’s that?” Levi asks, tracking my movements.

I smile at him. “Lube. Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

He takes in a deep, shuddering breath. He reaches out, his fingers dipping into Zachariah’s blood, and he traces them across my lips before kissing me again.

I run my tongue across his lips while I fumble to undo his jeans. He lifts his hips to help me, and I get his pants down as far as I can. I remove one shoe so I can get his leg out, but I don’t bother with the other before I’m pushing his shirt up to leave bloody lip prints across his stomach.

He moans, running his fingers through my hair. “More,” he pleads.

I let him push me down to his cock. I take the head of him into my mouth, giving small, teasing suckles that make my lamb shudder and lift his hips up. I smile around his cock, but I deny him more stimulation, content to focus only on the tip.

“Daddy!” he cries out, his hips jerking as he seeks to push himself deeper into my mouth. “I want… I want you inside me. I need it.”

I pull off his cock. “Yes, you do.” I open the packet of lube and squeeze it out onto my fingers so I can loosen him up. He spreads his legs for me, one of them sliding over the puddle of blood. I see how Levi’s cock gets even harder, and I know it’s because of the blood.

My eyes meet his, and even in the dim light, I see that he’s like me.

I can’t believe how lucky I was to find my perfect lamb, here in this city that eats up innocence and spits out despair and cynicism.

He licks his lips again, and he lifts his ass in the air so I can more easily get to his hole. I slide first one finger into him, then a second, letting him adjust to the stretch. All the while, he encourages me with his soft moans and his desperate whimpers of Daddy .

I think Zachariah Carpenter is trying to say something, but his gurgle only spurs me on.

“Hold your legs open for me, boy,” I order as I sit back.

Levi immediately reaches for his thighs, his bloody hands leaving smears on his skin.

I can’t undo my fly fast enough. I get my pants and underwear down barely enough to get my cock out, and I stroke myself with the remainder of the lube.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell Levi. “You beckon me with every movement, every glance, every sigh.”

“You woke something up inside of me,” he whispers. “Something I don’t… I don’t understand, but I want. I want it so much. I want you so much. Just like this.” His head turns, and I can tell he’s looking in the direction of the dying man. “Take me, Daddy.”

I line my cock up against his hole and place my hands next to his on his thighs. I wait until he looks at me, until he’s trembling and straining toward me, before I plunge inside.

He’s so hot and tight, the lube barely making the slide easier. Levi cries out, his eyes fluttering shut, as he squeezes and tries to pull me closer.

Levi reaches for the blood and drags his hand through it, then grips his cock with it.

Arousal slams into me like never before, making me drive forward even harsher.

This must be what divinity is.

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 his lips. 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 can kill people.

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.”

Levi listens intently as I walk him through the cleanup process. He doesn’t balk at getting his hands even dirtier first, which proves yet again that he was made for me.

It takes us under an hour to wrap Zachariah up in several layers of trash bags and destroy all other evidence on scene.

Once we’ve changed clothes, I start going through Zachariah’s wallet. I find five different ID cards, as well as several hundred dollars in cash.

“He really was a con man,” Levi says as he shines the flashlight on the IDs. He shakes his head and looks at me fiercely. “And now he can’t ever take advantage of anyone else ever again. Not me, not… Eve!”

“Eve,” I repeat. Part of me wishes he’d forgotten about her, but I know it’s not in his nature to look away from his family.

Levi looks at me, his expression guarded. “Did you mean what you said?” he asks. “About helping her? She’s going to need it. I can’t turn my back on her, Daddy.”

“I know you can’t.” I stuff Zachariah’s wallet into my backpack. I’ll have to destroy it all later. “I’ll help her. But you have to be sure we can trust her. She knows we were here.”

I get my phone out and send a text to the contact I’ve labeled Office Management .

Me

One bag. Courtyard Hotel.

They’ll handle removing the body. I delete the text as soon as it’s sent.

Levi watches me. It’s not until I look back at him that he says, “I don’t know what she’ll do or say, not anymore.” He swallows hard. “But I can’t leave her behind. I can’t abandon her. And if we don’t come back at all, she’ll still know something’s wrong.”

“All right.” I extend my hand to him, and he takes it. The wet wipes we’d use to clean up have left his hands a bit dry and clammy, but that’s better than being covered in blood.

My phone tells me it’s past three a.m. now. The streets are empty, and we have no trouble getting to the apartment building.

We find Eve sitting on the first step leading up, hunched over herself.

I scowl. I’m pretty sure I told her to go back to her apartment.

Levi hurries over to her. “Eve! Eve, you’re…” He notices the way she’s holding herself, and his expression turns furious all over again. “He hurt you. He hurt you so badly.”

Eve looks up, tears streaming down her face. “You’re okay. I thought… You disappeared, and he went after you, and you were gone for so long…” she sobs. “I thought you were dead, Levi.”

He leans down, starting to wrap his arms around her, but when she cries out in pain, he releases her at once.

“I’m sorry!” he says quickly. “I’m safe.

I’m safe, and you’re safe, and I’m going to take care of you.

No one’s ever going to hurt you ever again.

” He falters, missing a beat, but he goes on, “We’re going to get out of here before he can come back. ”

I nod along. “Did anyone else come to check on you?”

Eve’s eyes tear up even more. “No. Not even Ruth. I heard a few doors open and shut, but nobody came down.”

Levi takes a deep breath, and he offers a hand to her. “Let’s go get our things and get out of here. Fast.”

There won’t be anything fast if we have to help Eve up and down the stairs. I shake my head. “Stay here, Eve. Levi and I will take care of it.”

She looks grateful about not having to walk, at least. Levi and I hurry up the stairs and to their apartment.

It’s as sparse as I imagined. No TV, no radio, even. There’s only a shelf with some books.

“I’ll grab my things,” Levi says, and I nod, heading into Eve’s bedroom.

I stuff as many of Eve’s clothes into a small suitcase she had under her bed.

I pause when I find a cardboard box that’s taped up. Curious, I cut the tape open with my keys.

Inside are birth certificates, a driver’s license for a woman who looks similar to Eve and Levi, and a small diary.

I hold up the birth certificate. It’s for an Evelyn Reed, born nineteen years ago.

The other one is for Logan Reed, born on the twenty-ninth of February, twenty-two years ago.

Logan, not Levi.

I wonder if he’d want to go back to that name.

I stuff the box in with the other things, then head out to the small living room. Levi is pacing back and forth, clutching a duffel bag.

“Are you done?” I ask. “Anything else we need, we can simply buy. Just don’t leave any identifying information behind.”

Levi nods. “I have everything.” He stops in his tracks, then says, “Wait. I think Eve has some documents that we need.” He starts for her room, but I stop him.

“I already have them,” I say.

He tries to smile, but it’s obviously forced. “Oh.”

I glance at the door. We need to go, but I don’t want to leave this for later. “Do you remember your old name? Before Levi?”

His expression turns bleak. “Yes.” He doesn’t elaborate. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

“Do you want to be that person again?” I ask. “Do you want to be Logan?”

For several moments, he’s quiet. “I think… I don’t want to be Levi anymore.”

I go up to him and tilt his chin up. “You can be whoever you want to be, little lamb. As long as it’s at my side.”

He looks up at me, his eyes searching mine. “I don’t have anything,” he tells me.

“You have me,” I tell him steadily.

He smiles, for all that it’s strained. “And Eve.” He shakes his head. “Evelyn. She hates Eve.”

His smile falters.

“She’s going to need so much help. He… He poisoned her mind,” he says.

“We’ll figure it out,” I promise. “Together.”

He gets on his toes, and I lean down to give him the kiss he’s silently demanding.

When he pulls away, Levi says, “I love you, Daddy. So much. You… you saved me. You make me feel like I’m good, and right, and… and not tainted .”

My heart sings in my chest.

“I love you too, my lamb,” I answer, my smile so wide it strains my cheeks. “I never even knew I needed somebody so badly until I met you.”

There’s still so much to do tonight, but I have my lamb with me.

I’ll have him forever.