Page 72 of Serpent In White

Drake is giving me those eyes, so I turn to Darian, knowing Drake could just be fucking with me. But if Darian agrees, then I know it's legit.

He exhales and nods again. "You told me you were..." His eyes dart to Drake for a moment before he lowers his voice. "Waitingfor me. I believe it could be a sign from Mother that you wound up here with me." Drake clears his throat, to which Darian rolls his eyes. "Withus."

I don't know what to think about this. But because my hormones are raging, the first thing out of my mouth is, "So what would we do... together?"

Apparently, that's Drake's cue, and he waltzes over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge. His eyes are on his brother for the most part, but then he peers at me and licks his lip. "Come here, little mouse."

I can’t help but give my Head Priest a quick peek before I make a move. He doesn’t speak a word, but his eyes seem to say,go ahead, though I can’t be entirely certain. Which reminds me…

I step over to where Drake is seated, and looking down at him, I ask, “May I have Empyrean first?”

Drake reaches for my hand, linking our fingers gently to give me a hard yank, causing me to stumble forward. The fastest reaction I have is to straddle his hips on the bed, which must be what he wanted because he holds onto my lower back to keep me there.

“Not until after.” He takes hold of my jaw, tugging my face to his. “Remember how desperately you wanted to kiss me that day in my office?”

Swallowing a hard lump of guilt, I tilt in Darian’s direction. I really don’t like the look on his face. He seems hurt, and I need to let him know I always wanted him to be my first kiss. But Drake pulls me back to him.

“I’ll tell you when to look at your King,” he murmurs. “For now, I asked you a question.”

Hesitantly, I nod. “Yes, I remember.”

“Well, now I want it,” he says with his eyes on my mouth. “You’ve had your first kiss with my brother, and now I want my taste.”

Watching his face, I realize I want it, too. Even if it feels disloyal to Darian, I can’t help my attraction to Drake. It’s not the same, but it’s there; its own beast.

Leaning in closer to his lips, I hear a soft gasp. I feel it dancing over my lips, and it gives me a surge of confidence. Draping my fingers around the nape of his neck, they slide up into his silky black hair, shorter at the sides and longer on top.

“Are youdesperatefor it?” I purr, and he grins, a motion which tastes uncharacteristically sweet.

“I’ve only ever been desperate for one person,” he rumbles, and I notice his eyes go to his brother. But then he takes my face in his hands and kisses me, abruptly and hungrily, yet somehow soft all the same. I groan, to which he croons in my mouth, “You might be the only exception to that fact, little mouse.”

Drake kisses so differently than Darian. Harder and wilder, yes, but also, there’s a dedication in his kiss. As if he’s figuring out the best way to do it, to ensure I’m kissed properly. Licking my lip before offering a small bite, allowing my tongue to graze his first, dipping his head to the opposite direction of mine.

He’s a technical kisser, and I can’t help how utterly hypnotic it is. My head is spinning.

Leaning back on the bed, he lies down and brings me with him, our kisses dousing the surrounding air with heat. His hand runs gently down my back, voyaging a trail to reach my ass. But he doesn’t stop. In fact, his hand slips right inside my pants.

“Alright that’s enough,” Darian growls, his voice startling me.

I jump, pulling back in guilt, though when I glance down at Drake’s face, for once he isn’t smirking. He looks turned the fuck on and almost awestruck.For me…

“I never agreed to sit back and watch this,” Darian snarls from right behind me, the vibration of his jealousy hitting my back. It sends a chill over my skin and blood pumping to my cock.

“I never said you had tosit back and watch this.” Drake lifts my shirt up. I follow his lead and take it off, tossing it. I can hear Darian hum from behind me, so I lean back, just a bit, until I feel him, strong and urgent, pressing into me.

“My sweet, innocent prince,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers gliding around to my front, tracing the lines of my pectoral muscles. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to… you realize that, right?”

“Stop projecting, brother.” Drake runs his hands up my abs until their fingers meet in the middle, locking together over me. “You want to play with us both, don’t you, little mouse?”

“Yes,” the word rushes out. “So badly.”

“Good.” Drake aims his hooded eyes behind me. “Will you please undress him, your majesty?”

I feel Darian’s pause of trepidation, but he gives up with a hum. “With pleasure.”

Darian’s hands travel down to the waist of my jeans, where he unbuttons and unzips, all the while skimming his lips on the nape of my neck. It feels so good already, I can’t focus on anything other than the sensation.

So when Drake tugs me forward and kisses my lips, I’m startled at first. But I sink back into kissing him right away, because it feels phenomenal.