Page 33 of Serpent In White

The shape of him, the lust in his eyes and the flush in his cheeks as he laid there, legs spread with a huge dick pounding into his—

Ale sucks into my lungs with my breath, and I choke on it, coughing hysterically, almost dropping the glass onto the floor.

Catching it just in time, I place it down on the table while covering my mouth with a napkin, Cam and Gina rushing to my side.

"Sir, are you alright?" Gina pats my back gently, then barks at Abdiel to get me some water.

Abdiel.That's who was thinking those…shockingthoughts just now.

Gawking at the doorway, I catch my breath as the kid disappears into the kitchen and reemerges a moment later with a glass of water. He brings it to me, and when he's close, only a foot of space between us, I canfeelhis mind, buzzing like electricity.

I need to stop thinking about it...

I peer up at him.

Stop fantasizing, Abdiel, before you get a hard-on at work.

Swallowing, I reach for the glass of water, my voice grating out a, "Thank you."

His eyes are green, deep like moss, and they sparkle as his face reddens under my gaze before he turns away.

I wave Gina and Cam off, physically unable to stop watching Abdiel. Everyone goes back to what they were doing before my little choking fit, while my eyes narrow in the direction of my youngest Domestic.Did I hear that right? Was he thinking about me?

It can't be. There's no way.

But if not, what would make him think those things while looking directly at me?

They begin bringing out our food, and I ignore all the other thoughts and voices in the room but one, singling out the mind of Abdiel Harmony. I need to know what he's thinking about me...

What he may have seen.

I heard his mind, referring to me taking ahuge dick. And no one knows what Drake and I do together. Not one single person on the entire Expanse other than the two of us is aware of what happens during my solitude, not the Empyrean and definitely not the proper dicking I receive from my sexy serpent of a foster brother.

But Abdiel was thinking about it.How?

He seems to be avoiding me, unable to make eye contact, though eventually he has to bring me a plate of food, getting close and comfortable enough to let his guard down.

And I hear,If I had a brother that hot, I’d most definitely let him...

His thought is cut short when he sees me glaring at him. His eyes widen, and he turns away quick, rushing out of the room, while I sit there with my mouth open, flabbergasted.

He saw us.

He saw Drake and me. In the lounge.But how??

How would that even be possible? Was hespyingon me?

Something like fury morphs quickly into flattery and then evaporates into an elated curiosity. I watch closely through the doorway to the kitchen as Abdiel busies himself with other tasks, I'm assuming so he doesn't have to come back in here. And I push food around on my plate, all the while observing the kid…

Seeinghim, truly, for quite possibly the first time.

It’s amazing how much he looks like his father. Masculine yet still quite… pretty. High cheekbones and that creamy even-toned skin, like Drake, only not as pale, with pink, plush lips that look like candy pillows you just want to bite. Curly honey blonde hair, just like his dad.

Lars was a stunning man, and clearly, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree at all in this case.

I’ve never allowed myself to really look at Abdiel like this before, because of my history with his father, but also because he’s so much younger than me. It wouldn’t be right. Even if I had noticed how gorgeous he is, he was always too young. It would make me feel disgusting, likehim, and so I’ve always forced myself not to acknowledge the boy.

But now, in this moment, especially after hearing his salacious thoughts, it’s virtually impossiblenotto notice him; notice how much he’s grown. He’s not a boy anymore… He’s a man.