Page 21 of Serpent In White

I can’t help wanting him this way. I always have.

But I can’t have him, and it tears me apart inside.

So I just focus on his big dick tearing my ass apart, fucking me harder and harder, his pelvis slapping against me almost as loud as the bed frame knocking against the wall. My hands travel all over his body, feeling up his slim, defined surfaces, reaching around to squeeze his ass and pull him deeper.

“I love when you’re this deep in me, Drake,” I groan as quietly as I can manage. “I love when you make me come with no hands.”

“Mmm… me too.” He leans back a bit to watch my cock, bobbing on my abs, skin stretched almost shiny.

His dick is dragging along that spot deep inside me that feels like bliss realized, zapping my loins until my balls draw up tight. I’m about to explode already. I want to hold out, but I know there’s no way. Drake won’t have it.

He likes to watch me come first.

With his hand pressing on my throat and his hips bucking into me, stroking his long cock between my legs, I erupt.

My orgasm sweeps me up fast and I explode into a meteor shower, stardust shimmering all around us as my voice breaks.

“Fuck… Drake! Fuck fuckfuuuuck…”Yes yes yes I’m coming… so… hard.

Cum shoots out all over my abs, up to my chest while my brother keeps stroking, keeps pumping, watching my orgasm drench us. He reaches down and swirls his fingers through it, bringing them up to my lips.

My eyes stay with his while I lick up my own cum from his fingers, moaning at the taste.

It reminds me of the first time I tasted it… Tasted him.

He shudders and swipes more off my stomach, then licks it off himself.

You taste so fucking good. He hovers over me and kisses my lips, diving into me deep, bottoming out while he reaches his own climax. All I taste is him and me together, his need for me the best flavor on earth as he shoots off inside me,deep.

The feel of him pulsing in my ass is the hottest experience I can barely fathom. I hold his face to mine, keeping him as close as possible. And for minutes on end, we’re just breathing each other in; his exhale to my inhale, and vice versa. We’re one, just like we’re made to be.

Though it can never last.

You’re such a wondrous creature, I tell him.

His chest flutters, and I see the raw vulnerability in his snake eyes. They’re so much more golden now than they usually are. This is the only time he’s like this. Right after we’re together. This is when I get him, and I always want it to last so much longer than it does. Because it can’t. And I get that.

But it doesn’t make it any less devastating.

You’re…

“Mine,” he finishes the thought out loud and kisses me once more, before pulling out and getting up.

I stay in bed, lying there while I watch him clean us up, as he always does. The colors are fading; still there, though not as vibrant. The shapes have gone, but I can still feel emotions in the room, thumping like the air has its own pulse.

The high from Empyrean lasts only about twenty-minutes. But that part’s just for fun.

The power it gives will last days, and so right now, the voices are loud. Though the only one I hear is Drake’s. This is how he likes it; why it’s come to this…

I may be King, but Drake rules over the Field of Influence. He’sThe Alchemist, meaning Empyrean and everything about it belongs to him. And he certainly takes mass amounts of pleasure in being the one to supply it to me.

And for that reason, it’s his power as much as it is mine.

Drake, my lovely snake-eyed brother, holds the key to my only lock.

I’m counting.

The thing about numbers is that they’re a constant. They never change. Math doesn’t, and neither does chemistry. Science is science, regardless of how you want to look at it. And numbers don’t lie.