Page 164 of Serpent In White
There’s only one person it could be.
“Tell me what you did…” My voice quivers with emotion. With the need for this… Thistruth.
Drake’s fingers comb through my hair, leisurely, treasuring. He strokes me, petting me like a cat while he whispers from above, “I did it for you.”
My face springs upward, chin tipping so I can look at him.
“I killed him because he hurt you,” he confesses, and with his spoken words, I hear the memory of what happened that night.
I can almost visualize it, based on what he’s thinking. That night, before he frantically woke me in the dark, where I was sleeping in his bed, bruised and battered.
He avenged me.
He killed our foster father.
“I bathed in his blood, brother,” Drake growls. “That was the night I took on the evil. I did it for you, and I’ve been doing it ever since.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that,” I mumble, stupidly, because I can’t think of any other way to respond. But it’s the truth.
“You didn’t have to.” He drops to his knees in front of me. “Don’t you see, Darian? That’s why I’m here… It’s the balance. The natural order. I’m the dark to your light.”
My head shakes, not liking this one bit. “No. I don’t accept that. You’re here because…” I stop and gulp. “You’re here becauseI need you.”
He takes my hand in his, holding it up to his chest. “I’ve killed them all for you, Darian. To protect you.”
My eyes are wide as I stare at him, gaping in shock and awe. I can see into his mind. I see him covered in blood, in that clearing on the mountain. Beside the black rock…
I see him bleeding. I see him making others bleed.
Feeding the evil. Forme.
In this moment I know, deep down in my conscience, I should object. I should say no to this, because he’smineand he’s ruining himself… When he doesn’t need to.
But my heart feels too much. I love him too damn much. He’s already fed me until I’m full.
Grabbing his face, I pull his lips to mine.
I kiss my serpent hard, ferociously ravaging, our teeth clashing before our tongues do the same. I suck wildly at his mouth, tasting him, biting him. And he groans into me, fingers wasting no time running down past my waist, stroking me over my pants.
My erection throbs in his palm as it grows, stiffening by the second while we maul one another, panting and gasping, sucking and licking.
Pushing him onto the floor, I straddle his hips and grind into him while we kiss deeper, rougher. I pin his hands above his head, and he whimpers into my mouth, a sound I devour like the most delicious of treats.
His vulnerability, which I get so rarely, is like the first drops of water after a drought. I love it far too much.
“You killed him for me,” I purr, visualizing him vibrating in sexy anger, a rage so strong it caused him to seek revenge.For me.
“Iguttedhim,” he breathes ragged, lifting his hips to mine. “I took his life as tribute for you, baby.”
I groan onto his mouth, kissing his lips raw. “I accept your offering, my Serpent.”
He grins, lazy with lust as he writhes beneath me. “You should take something else… Take more.”
Gazing down at him, my chest flutters while his eyes sparkle. He wants me to fuck him. I can hear him, practically begging for it in his mind.
“We’ve never done that before.” My lips trail his jaw, my cock so hard it’s about to snap.
“We haven’t…” he whispers. “But I’ve imagined it.”
