Page 56 of Serpent In White

Pushing him into the corner so I know we won’t be seen, I crowd him and he looks up at me, swallowing visibly.

“Hi.” I cage him in with my arms on either side of his waist.

“Head Priest… h-hi.” His deep irises the color of evergreens glisten at me as he melds himself into the wall behind him.

“Pretty sure I told you to call me Darian,” I rumble, and he huffs a small chuckle. “Are you almost finished with your shift?”

He nods slowly, radiating uncertainty. I don’t want him to be so nervous around me, but at the same time it stiffens my dick beyond belief.

Keeping my eyes on his, I whisper, “I was thinking… if you’re not busy tonight, I would like to see you.”

His face freezes in dazed wonder as he gapes at me, silent for a full five seconds before he finally croaks, “You would?”

“Yes, young servant.” I lean in closer, brushing his ear with my lips until he shudders. “If you were to show up at the lounge in a few minutes undetected, you could come into the room.”

He hums quietly, resting his head into me. It takes every ounce of my strength to pull away. But I have to. We can’t do this out in the open. If anyone sees, it could ruin everything.

I back up a bit, trailing my hand down his side briefly. “I hope to see you soon, Abdiel.”

His lips part, but nothing comes out. Even his mind seems to be blank, nothing but disbelief bouncing around. It makes me smile. Then I tap him on the chin and turn to leave, heading toward the lounge to wait for him.

When I get inside, I let out a long, rough breath. Wandering to the table by the window, I pour myself a glass of brown liquor, sipping to calm my nerves. Staring out at the lake, at least ten minutes pass while I drain the glass and pour another. Everything that happened by that lake... all the recollections swirling as I remind myself to go slow. I need to keep my wits about me, but I also need to relax. I’m actually shaking.

I have no idea what I’m doing, but I haven’t been this excited in a while. Still, I can’t let my anticipation ruin my time with the kid. I don’t want to push him…

Maybe he won’t even want to come. Maybe I’m being an aggressive creep, like—

My thoughts are cut off by a knock on the door. I close my eyes, grinning in relief as I rush to answer it.

This could be a giant mistake… One there’s no possible way I could stop myself from making.

abdiel

Breathe, Abdiel. Just… breathe…

I’m not sure I’ve ever been this nervous. Not during any of the thousands of dinners I’ve spent serving him, not the first time I sang at reflection, not even when I had to speak at my parents’ funeral.

Certainly not when I went to the lab the other day.

I was nervous then, sure. But this is a completely different beast of burden. I can barely stop my hands from shaking long enough to knock on the door.

I still manage it, and keep reminding myself to breathe as I listen to his heavy footfalls on the other side, his thoughts becoming clearer as he approaches.

And then I hear something that gives me solace.

He’s nervous, too.

That thought allows me to breathe easier as the door opens a crack, my Head Priest peering through, his blue-gray eyes glittering right at me. They hold me captive, almost long enough to overlook the fact that he must have taken more Empyrean recently, though he hasn’t been back in for solitude… Not to my knowledge, anyway.

“Come in,” he hums, sneaking me inside in a stealth manner, checking that there’s no one around before closing and locking the door behind me.

Swallowing hard, I take him in, trying not to be obvious, especially since I know he hears everything rolling around in my mind. I’m getting used to it, though. I’m getting used to him always being able to hear me.

Right now, for example, he definitely knows that I’m admiring howbighe is. I’m not a short person. I’m six feet tall, but Darian must be at least six-two. Not quite as tall as Drake, but still, he certainly has the bulk of muscle in his favor.

I know he works out a lot. Even if I didn’t know it, it would be obvious from howwidehis arms and shoulders are. I remember all the lines and sinews of his chest and abs, visions burned into my brain… Clusters of muscle I’d love to drag my tongue through. The images in my head have me drooling.

I want to see him naked again.