Page 50 of Serpent In White

I smack the door right next to his head with a roar. “I swear to God, Drake…”

“Why are you so jealous?” He angles his face in closer until his lips brush mine when he speaks. I swallow hard. “Is he your new pet, King Darian?”

“Why would you give him Empyrean?” I ask my own question, jittering in anger. “What are you playing at?”

“I’m guessing you’ve already picked up on this,” he speaks softly, “But Abdiel Harmony is special. He came to me in need of Ecdysis, Darian. You remember what that’s like…”

There’s truth in his words, but still, the thought of him with Abdiel is driving me absolutely purelyinsanewith envious rage. I’m not even sure for whom. Maybe both.

Drake’s tongue lurches out to brush my lower lip, and my eyelids flutter. “Why are you so mad…?”

“You know why,” I snarl at him, pressing harder into this throat with my arm until he grunts. But he shivers all the same. Grinding my hips into his, I feel the rigid shape of him that makes me weak. “You like this don’t you? Controlling me…manipulatingme.”

He sighs an eager sound that throbs my cock. “I’ve always loved controlling you, brother. You know that.”

I watch his eyes closely, the marbled brown and gold like polished stones. So many things from our collective pasts live in those eyes. It’s impossible for me to hate him, even when I know I should.

But at the same time, he’s playing too much, with my emotions and my needs. He knows it isn’t right, but he does it anyway.

“I want to know exactly what you did with Abdiel,” I demand, pressing into him harder. He chuckles breathlessly. “I’m serious, Drake. Don’t fuck with me.”

“I gave him Empyrean,” he croaks beneath the pressure of my arm in his windpipe. “He reacted… the same way you do. He needed it, Darian, so I gave it to him. It wasn’t much… I just touched him. He’s a virgin, you know… So needy, it’s delicious.”

I hate that my cock is hard right now because I want to detest what he’s saying. And I want to punch him in the face.Wouldn’t be the first time.

But more than anything, I’m thinking of Abdiel… Sweet, innocent Abdiel, at the hands of my wicked foster brother.

“Don’t be so cruel with your thoughts, your highness.” He smirks and licks my lip again, this time giving it a little nip that my cock reacts to, way more than I’d like it to. “You should have told me Abdiel was yours. I’m not a mind-reader.”

His smile goes wide and devilish, and I want to bash it off his face because of how goddamn good it looks.

“You’re being insubordinate,” I growl and quickly shove him to his knees, wasting no time unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. “I’m gonna need some retribution for your obstinance.”

He looks up at me with the slightest bit of that confidence wavering, and I love it all too much. There’s a constant power struggle between us, but it’s not often that I demand him to obey me. Only when the emotions bubble over, and surprisingly enough he doesn’t fight me on it. Well, nottotally.

I open my pants and take my dick out, wasting no time pressing the head up to his mouth. His eyes stay on mine, the rage at having to submit to me being swallowed up by his own arousal as he parts his lips hesitantly. Too slow for my liking, and I shove my cock into his mouth swiftly, bringing a grunt out of him. Grabbing the back of his head, I fist his hair, stuffing my dick down his throat until he gags.

It’s not as rough as it seems. I know he likes it, as evidence from his own hand rubbing himself over his pants while he sucks and sucks, going harder for me the way I like. My eyes roll back as his tongue sweeps underneath my erection where it throbs in his mouth.

Puffs of air escape him in between my thrusts, my shaft sliding in and out of his warm, wet mouth while I take the pleasure he’s giving up, willingly, though I had to drag it out of him. He’s so stingy with his affections, and I fucking loathe it.

It’s like he wants me to hate him, and I don’t know why.

Drake brings his hand up to my balls and tugs on them while he sucks, driving me absolutely mad. From the sensation, yes, but also from seeing him like this…

It reminds me of when we were younger, and still figuring out what we liked. Drake has always been the more dominant one, the more demanding one. It’s a rare occasion when I get him on his knees and the sight of it alone is usually enough to bring me to the bursting point.

I keep pushing and pulling, his spit dribbling while I fuck his mouth, surging deeper into his throat, forcing him to swallow on me. The tightening is mind-blowing, and I groan, head dropping back for a moment. His hand is on my nuts, massaging and squeezing, before it slinks between the crack of my ass until I’m trembling.

Gaze aimed down at him, I watch his flushed face as he brings his hand front, holding my cock in his fist while sticking his index and middle fingers out. My breathing shallows, our eyes locked, as he glides his fingers into his mouth, with my dick, sucking to get them wet. The anticipation in me is sizzling.

Once his fingers are lubed as much as they can be, he removes them, still sucking my cock while his hand slinks between my thighs, tugging my boxers down a little more so he can get better access to my ass. I bite my lip, slowing my movements enough for him to press his index finger up to my rim, circling it for only a moment before shoving it inside.

I whimper a hoarse noise at the intrusion, burning from lack of proper lube, though I welcome it, relaxing enough to let him in farther. He pushes itdeeper, swirling to hit my prostate until my eyes roll back.

Typical Drake… Has to be in charge.I’d love to believe it’s about making me feel good. And as I look down at him while he’s fingering my asshole and sucking my cock like a fiend, I can fool myself into thinking he does these things for me. He wants to make me as happy as I want to make him.

But it’s probably smoke in mirrors; this game he plays.