Page 140 of Serpent In White
Maybe he really wants to figure out how to tell people about us.
I don’t know… My thoughts are scattered, making it virtually impossible to get any rest. I’ve been lying here for hours, staring at the window. Partially drawn curtains hang around the view out to the lake, and I remember the night I peeked in here like a total weirdo. I remember it like it was yesterday, though it has only been a few weeks.
Still, it’s hard to believe how much has changed since that night. The night I found out the truth and inserted myself into something I would now die before giving up. It’s so complicated between the three of us, but I can’t find it in myself to regret anything.
I love Darian, and I think I love Drake, too. I wish they could admit they love each other.
When I’m sure I’ve been lying awake for three hours, no sign of slumber in sight, I decide I can’t take it anymore. Sliding out of bed, I creep to the door, opening it slowly and peering around the hallway for signs of anyone.
The entire house is quiet.
Leaving the room, I tiptoe up the hall, toward the stairs. I know there are guards by the front door on patrol, but they wouldn’t hear me from over here, so long as I’m very quiet. I sneak up the steps, taking two at a time to ensure I don’t make any noise. Then I hold my breath as I pass the other bedrooms, reaching Darian’s last. The largest bedroom in the house, the master, all the way at the end of the hall.
Twisting the doorknob, I pray it’s not locked. It isn’t.
Slinking inside, I close the door softly, locking it behind me. Finally, I can breathe again, letting out a long one I’d been keeping in while I look over the room.
It’s massive. Probably as big as the sitting room downstairs, and equally fancy. All the furniture is large; dark tones, a regal elegance to every detail.
It fits Darian perfectly. Of course, I’ve been in here before, cleaning. But never in that bed…
The bed where he’s lying beneath his comforter, a giant lump in the middle of the mattress. I see him stir. He must have heard me come in.
Wandering up to the bed, I waste no time lifting the covers and sliding in next to him where he lies, wearing only boxers, his smooth skin available to me.
His scent hits me immediately, enveloping me in his warmth; the masculine smell of his flesh and the soap he uses. Sweet and fiery, like hemp, amber, and lush leather.
His back is to me, so I slip my arms around his waist, pulling myself as close as humanly possible, until my chest melts into his muscular back.
He eases himself into me, awakening more from his slumber to recognize it’s not a dream, a long hum leaving him while I press my lips to the nape of his neck.
“My Prince Abdiel,” he whispers, then spins in my arms. “What took you so long?”
“I wasn’t sure…” My voice is gruff, hesitant. “If you were upset with me…”
“I could never be so upset I wouldn’t want to see you.” He cups my jaw with his large hand. “That I wouldn’t crave your body against mine.”
“I missed you so badly, my King.” Impatiently, I press my lips to his.
No more waiting. No more hiding. I just need him, now.Right fucking now.
Darian kisses me brutally, holding my head still as his lips devour mine, sucking in between nipping me with his teeth until a chill runs all over my body. His tongue glides in to meet mine, and we both hum, licking and lapping at one another, reuniting the way we should have earlier if it hadn’t been for my unnecessary drama.
Guilt weighs on my chest like a sack of potatoes. The fact that I kissed someone who isn’t him only yesterday has me trembling, and not with arousal.
“Abdiel,” he whimpers into my mouth. “Please come back to me. Stay with me, baby.”
“I’m so sorry, Darian.” I pry my lips away from his. “I need to tell you something…”
I witness his jaw flex, eyes dark in this light, almost black. It’s a bit frightening, if I’m being honest.
“I know,” he mumbles, breaking our stare for a moment. “I know you kissed the girl…”
My lashes flutter at him. “You already know?”
“I can hear both of your thoughts, Abdiel… Remember?” A small, reluctant smirk crosses his lips as he scoffs.
“Oh…” I mutter, feeling immensely foolish. “Right.”
