Page 12 of Odium

“Nothing. You swear nothing, old man.” Leiv hisses. “Fuuuck, yes, Carwen.” Leiv pauses briefly, looking from me to Alastor and then chuckling. “I can’t say I blame you for trying to keep her for yourself, Alastor. She is fucking incredible. Although I’m still furious that you robbed me of the chance to break her in myself.”

With that, Leiv continues thrusting into my mouth, fucking my face nearly as hard as he did my body- once again wrapping his fists in my hair, and grunting when his balls slap harshly against my chin.

“Mine,” he barks, swooping me up from the floor. He spins us around, then pushes me forward so that my face lays against Alastor’s legs, and quickly lifts my dress. He doesn’t waste a second before he shoves into me with a laugh. “You shouldn’t have touched what wasn’t yours, old man. It’s going to take me ages to fuck you out of her, but I’m sure I’ll manage.”

“I’ll fucking kill you for touching her,” Father threatens, and I can hear the conviction behind each of his words. If he could get up, he would kill Leiv and probably me as well, but unfortunately for him, he’ll never get the chance. “I’m going to make her watch while I gut you alive and then fuck her in a pool of your blood.”

“Look at him, Carwen,” Leiv shouts, tangling his hand in the back of my hair once again and continuing to thrust into me. “I want you to look into his eyes and tell him who you really belong to. Tell him he wasn’t strong enough to keep you. That he never was.”

“I’m-” I struggle with the words when my eyes connect with Father’s and then glance back at Leiv. The anger raging in the eyes of these two men has resurrected the same sense of dread I felt while I was descending the stairs into that cellar, and it sends a tidal wave of frigid fear rushing through my veins, turning blood to ice and stealing my voice. I shake my head, trying to silence the whispers of doubt clouding my thoughts.

“Fucking tell him, Carwen, or I’ll show you both.” He lowers his hand to my throat. “Unless-”

I jump when his palm lands on my ass with a loud smack, jerking me back into the moment with him, and he slowly begins working a single slick finger into my ass.

“I could always fuck you here.” He laughs loudly when I attempt to buck away from his hand, but he tightens his fist in my locks, holding me in place. “You like that, Wild One?” He adds another wet finger, pumping them into me in sync with his moving hips. “That’s it, fuck my fingers, Carwen. Come for us, little girl.”

“Leiv, I- I need-” I groan out pleadingly.

“Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll give it to you,” he demands and intentionally slows his thrusts. “Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

“You.”

“Who?” He hisses, deliberately circling his hips to grind into me at a torturously gentle pace, and then drops his other hand from my hair down to my clit, smacking it lightly. “I want to hear my name on your lips, Carwen. Now tell me,who.”

“Yours, Leiv. I belong to you!” I scream out while attempting to grind against his hand, frantic for the added friction that will tip me over into my building orgasm.

“Hell, yes, you do.” He picks up the pace. Fucking me so hard both of my heels come off the ground, forcing me to my tiptoes. “Come for me, but don’t take your eyes off of his, Wild One. Scream my name, and tell him who you belong to. Never let him fucking forget again. You. Are. Mine.”

He’s staking his claim and riding the high of this delicious retribution, pushing me closer to the edge. Right when I’m teetering on the verge of bliss and feel like my very existence is starting to split at the seams, he pinches my clit, and I explode.

“Leeeiv!” I tremble, shouting his name so loudly my own ears ring, or perhaps it’s just the force of my orgasm that is jumbling my reality, but my body doesn’t seem to care as waves of pleasure continue to rise higher and higher. He doesn’t let up or give me a single second to recover; he just keeps thrusting into me. I’m spent, trembling and gasping for breath, but he’s relentless in his vow to fuck me unconscious. And when my legs finally buckle and my body is ready to give out, his arm wraps around my waist, lifting me up so that my back is flush with his chest, and whispers my name into my hair.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans, finding his release and finishing inside of me with one final, painful thrust as he sinks his teeth into my shoulder. “Mine.” He licks and kisses where his teeth just broke the delicate skin, and I look back at him, still not able to catch my breath.

“Yours.” I sigh with a content smile and gasp when I’m gifted a grin from him in return. My blood is coating his perfect white teeth, and I breathe in this moment for what it is: an unspoken declaration that he is mine as well.

“Never forget it.” He steps back, allowing me to stand on my own, chuckling when I sway on my feet, but reaches out and steadies me. “Henever fucked you like that, did he?” Leiv motions to where Father is still fuming.

“You’ll pay for that, son.”

“I’m not your son,uncle.” Leiv huffs, pulling his pants back on.

“What?” I take him in, shocked at the sudden subject change. I open my mouth to ask again, but I’m interrupted when the back door opens and then immediately slams shut again. “Who the hell is that?”

“Language, Carwen,” Leiv barks and takes my hand, turning toward the kitchen. “Like I said before we left my garage, I have been preparing for this moment for a very long time. You may have some of the details- at least, enough to locate me last night- but that’s it. I guarantee what you think you know about our family is bullshit.”

“I’m not stupid, Leiv. I-”

“Should learn when to keep your mouth shut.” Another man walks out of the kitchen into the light of the living room, and I’m stunned. I’m at a loss for words as I look from him to Leiv and back, staring openmouthed at this unexpected twist.

“Oh, my.” I blush, giggling between the two nearly identical men, and Leiv pushes back his shoulders, standing a bit taller, and tugs me partially behind him as he steps forward.

“Hello, Father.”

7

“I should have fucking known,”Alastor shouts behind us.