Page 204 of Serpent In White

No matter what else happens, for the rest of my days, I just want this from him.

I need to always know that I’m his Serpent.

That no one sheds the layers of the King like I do.

“Oh my dear Mother, that’s good.” My eyes practically roll back in my head.

Abdiel chuckles. “You like that, my King?”

A groan leaves my lips, muffled by the obstruction.

“Fucking delicious.” I’m salivating. I can’t chew fast enough.

“Alright, don’t choke,” Abdiel laughs harder. My eyes narrow in his direction while I lap flavor from my lips. “I only want to do that to you in our bedroom.”

My gaze darts left and right. The cafe is pretty empty at the moment, so I won’t scold him for talking dirty to me in public.

“I’m serious, my Prince.” I place the half-devoured pastry down on my plate. “This is amazing. You’re immensely skilled.”

His head tilts, and he gives me that adorable look of his. Like a curious puppy. He’s seriously the sweetest thing in existence. Even more so than this delicious blueberry custard-filled croissant thing he’s feeding me.

“Your praise is too kind, baby,” he whispers, teeth sinking into his plump lower lip as his forest irises twinkle.

Enough with the sex eyes, my gorgeous Prince, I squint at him.We’ve already christened the kitchen. I don’t think doing it on the tables is appropriate.

His head falls back in a cackle that warms my chest like the oven in the back.

“Sorry.” He grins, though he doesn’t sound in any way apologetic. “You’re right. I’ve got the waitstaff to think about.”

He nods just as Kinsey is scampering up to us with a large glass of what appears to be cider.

“Head Priest. I brought you some of the chilled honeycrisp cider,” she chirps, eyes flitting between me and my Prince. Also known as the Head Chef and owner of this fine establishment. “This one’s better cold.”

I accept the glass with a kind smile. “Mmm, yes. The one we had at the Harvest Festival was fantastic.”

She beams. “That was Abdiel’s special batch. Caramel apple hot cider. I’m surprised you even got a taste, it went so fast.”

“That it did.” I grin, taking Abdiel’s hand on the table. “Just like everything else you made that night, my talented Prince.”

His eyes gleam at me, and he bites his lip once more. His thoughts are bordering on perverse. It has me shifting in my seat.

Glancing up at Kinsey, I witness her cheeks flush as she turns and scurries back to the kitchen, apron billowing as she rushes away.

That one still crushes on you, baby, I tell him as my mouth quirks.

Abdiel rolls his eyes, though his smile is ever present.Mmm… Too bad I’ve been crushing on the man I’m not supposed to have for far too long.

“You have me now, sweet thing.” I absentmindedly trace his ring finger with my index. “Whether you’re supposed to or not.”

We sit for almost another hour while I finish the breakfast he’s made for me, making googly eyes at each other from across the table at his restaurant.

The White Snake was a turning point for The Principality, in many ways. It gave Abdiel his purpose, which was the most important thing to us.

Drake and I have had ours for many years. As does the rest of the Regnum. Even my ex-wives found their new places, rather quickly.

But my Prince needed something to fulfill him, outside of our love. He is a natural-born servant, and it’s something he lives for. To make others happy. Now he gets to do it with his cooking, honing his leadership skills more and more each day that he works in this lovely cafe.

I won’t lie, I miss having him as a Domestic. I miss seeing him every day, mulling around the house, sneaking glances and tiptoeing around his true feelings. But now when I see him at dinner, he’s by my side. As is Drake, every night, not just on rare occasion. And we adjourn to the bedroom we share at night, the three of us together, in the most unexpected turn of events… A polyamorous thruple. Two brothers and their servant…