Page 51 of Serpent In White
The thought has me grinding my teeth, forcing my cock deeper and deeper into his throat, holding his head steady so he has nowhere to go. He adds a second finger, using them to ride my ass hard, almost painfully so, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it.
“I need you to feel this, Drake,” I hiss above him between clenched teeth, his eyes sharpening, watering from the slight suffocation; inches of dick fucking his throat, hitting a wall, but not stopping. “Feel what I can do to you.”
His dark lashes flutter, the crazed lust bringing him up to an edge he so rarely lets himself approach. His left hand frantically undoes his own pants, pulling his dick out to jerk himself rough.
“Feel that I can own you just as hard as you can own me.” My voice grinds like sandpaper as my fingers twist in his inky black hair. “Evenharder, brother. You need to know…”
Grunts are escaping him while I push, leaning my upper body on the door, angling so I can ride his mouth. He adds a third finger into my ass, and I purr, the burn pulling me closer to an inferno of a climax, yearning in my balls, ready to erupt.
Our eyes meld while I impart my decree to my brother on his knees. “I want you to feel me forhoursafterward, like I do with you. I never want you to forget, Drake, my lovely Serpent, who your fuckingKingis.”
His eyes roll back in his skull as he groans, swallowing on my dick while he strokes his own erection harder and harder, beating it until he snaps. His cheeks hollow and he sucks me fierce while cum shoots out of his erection. I watch in fascination, his cries of pleasure muffled by my cock in his mouth.
Never once does he stop sucking me, though his movements have slowed, and now he’s almost worshipping it, humming while he drags the orgasm right out of me with his soft lips and that long, wicked tongue.
His fingers stay knuckle deep in my ass as he peers up at me, snake eyes sparkling, begging me to come in his mouth.
So I do… Almost on command.
My balls seize, and my dick jerks and pulses, streams of cum pouring down his throat while I groan out hushed sounds, whispers of praise to every perfect inch of him that does these perfect things to me.
“You like drinking my cum?” My voice scrapes through trembling lips while he swallows me, nodding and sucking, andGod, this is so fucking toxic, but so delicious, I would never be able to stop. “Swallow me, baby… Every drop, like you’re supposed to.”
My eyes close, and I just breathe, in and out, fast and harsh as the world spins and pleasure racks my loins. I stay in his mouth for a while after I’m done coming, and he lets me. He tugs his fingers out of my ass, and I slip mine beneath his chin, watching him lick and suck off my spent cock, cleaning me up.
Finally tucking my dick away, I drop to my knees before him. His eyes widen a bit from his post-coital daze as I take his hand in mine and bring it to my mouth, licking up his cum. He makes a low growling noise, which I silence with my lips, kissing him slow and warm, slipping my tongue inside. He flicks it with his own as we taste each other, together and always better that way. That’s what I want him to know…
I just want him to remember what he promised me all those years ago.
We pull apart just enough to breathe, his hands on me and mine on him.
And then he whispers over my lips, “Let’s get high, baby.”
Darian is just staring off into space. It would worry me, if I weren’t sort of doing the exact same thing. The only difference is that he’s staring at my plants and I’m staring at him.
We just shot up. I did some too, since it’s been a while and it felt like something I needed after what just happened.
Him storming in, thoughts ablazing. His jealousy, his anger, his possessiveness.
I shouldn’t like it, but I do, and it’s a problem. Not to mention, my plan of trying to get him to realize he doesn’t need Empyrean anymore to access his gifts backfired. Maybe I gave in too easily, who knows. I’m sure the thing with Abdiel didn’t help.
I sort of knew it wasn’t a good idea while I was doing it. But as cliché as it sounds, it really did just happen.
Hesaw us. The jig was up at that point. And it’s not like I’ve ever given Empyrean to anyone else before… I’m not that much of a narcissistic asshole.
Abdiel Harmony coming into my office was an unplanned gift; one that I couldn’t refuse. I’d never interacted with the kid before that day, but I would have to be deaf and blind not to notice him. He’s the kind of man who can make even the straightest of arrows bend, and ultimately snap.
And for every lingering glance I’ve given Abdiel over the years, against his knowledge, Darian has downrightgawked. Metaphorically so, because my brother is a good man, and he would never wantonly check out a minor. Still, Abdiel’s been a man for at least a couple of years now… visibly.
Darian is also good at hiding his true desires from the Regnum. Not that he needs to, but there’s a certain level of politics involved in reigning over the Expanse that we never anticipated when we started The Principality. Him admitting he doesn’t want to have children is hard enough. Imagine the confusion he’d be met with if he revealed his desire for a Domestic half his age… The son of his former secret fling.
I knew Darian had an interest in Abdiel, and I seduced him anyway. But despite what Darian thinks, I didn’t do it intentionally. The kid’s innocence drew me in, beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. It worries me, which is exactly why I’m going to avoid him at all costs, especially now that I know how Darian feels about it.
All that said, I can’t seem to forget how hearing Abdiel’s thoughts brought me to my damn knees, like only one other person ever has before.
The person sitting across from me, on the floor of my office. Propped against the couch, staring at my plants like they’re doing something exceptionally interesting.
“Is that…” his voice bursts from his lips, quiet and gradual like a puff of smoke. I canseeit.I fuckin love this shit.“Is that a hybrid?”
