Page 124 of Serpent In White

But apparently, Rhiannon doesn’t mind, and she parts her lips over my lower, sucking it gently, just enough for it to feel really damn good.

And I moan.

I fuckingmoan, from a small, simple kiss.

I don’t know where that noise came from, but she obviously likes it because she whines and slides her fingers up into my hair, gripping while she kisses me more.

It’s so different from kissing men… so so different. It’s almost impossible to explain, but the only thing I can register is how soft she is.

There’s no stubble bruising my face as it picks up force. I miss it, but not enough for me to want this to stop. Her lips are plush and eager as they come to devour me, while she keeps it slow andleisurely.

I’m brutally aware that she isn’t Darian, or Drake, but it still feels good. I like kissing her, although I can’t tell if it’s because I also like girls, or because I like Rhiannon.

Either way, I slide my tongue into her mouth, just to see, and she purrs, meeting mine with hers. She tastes sweet, and she smells very good, like a flower garden. I’m enjoying this, I can’t even pretend I’m not. Plus, my dick is hard. It’s definitely trying to fight its way out of my boxers, and my sleeping bag.

But I refuse to let it. Despite how good this feels, and how much Rhiannon is smooshing herself into me, I refuse to remove my hands from where they’re trapped by my sides. I can’t let this go further than a kiss. It feels far too disloyal to my King… and his brother.My Serpent.

Still, Rhiannon’s thoughts are driving me insane. She’s thinking about things she would let me do to her… and what she would do to me.

She wants me to pet her pussy, and she wants to touch my dick. She wants to know if it’s big…

She wants to know how I would react to her sitting on my face.

That thought, and the image it drums up in my brain causes a major throb in my balls and forces me to pull away. We’re both crazy breathless, the sounds of us sucking air into our lungs bouncing around the inside of the tent.

“I’m sorry…” she breathes. “I’m so sorry. That was too much.”

“No, no. It wasn’t.” My eyes reopen, and I look over her flushed face and dilated pupils. “Don’t apologize, that was…”

“You liked it?” She asks, inquisitively.

“Yes,” I mumble, then start chewing on my lip. Becauseyes, I did like it.

So what the hell does that mean??

“Will he be mad?” She asks, and her thoughts are rife with guilt. I hate hearing it.

I don’t want to make her feel bad. That wasn’t what I was going for at all.

“He would never be mad,” I tell her honestly. “But he might be hurt. And he’ll definitely be jealous.”

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth before muttering, “Then don’t tell him.”

“That’s not exactly an option when it comes to Darian,” I sigh.

I contemplate telling her about his ability to hear thoughts, or even about my own. But I can’t tell her about Empyrean now. That’s not my secret to share. I have to wait and speak to Darian and Drake first.

“I like you, Abdiel.” Her voice is timid, unsure.

“I like you, too,” I tell her honestly, because it’s true.

But…

“But,” she sighs, “I won’t get in the middle of a relationship. I won’t be a wedge between you and the man you love.”

“I know.” I give her a small grin, swiping my thumb over her lower lip. “Thanks for being my first straight kiss.”

She huffs an easy giggle. “Thanks for not deciding you’re fully gay mid-kiss and throwing up.”