A Serpent's Bond

By Misha Paige

A former foster kid, Hudson always had a simple dream for a perfect life. A husband to love and a family he could come home to every night. It wasn't a fancy wish, but it might as well have been. Still single and approaching forty, not to mention fighting a battle of the bulge, Hudson knows it probably isn't going to happen. Not in this lifetime. Especially with Drakein Nacash, the drop dead gorgeous man who is the subject of his nightly fantasies and barely even knows he exists.
But what if Hudson is wrong about that? 
Then he's introduced to a living myth and offered everything he's dreamed of, and his life is turned upside down. Can he can accept truth that now stands before him? More importantly, can he find the strength to hold onto it?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Oct 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781646568840

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Chapter 1

I fucking hated this elevator. If I ever got my hands on the asshole who thought putting a mirrored wall in this claustrophobic hell was a good idea…

Face it, Hudson, all you can really do is put him on the list of people you’d love to beat the shit out of and will never get a chance to.

But I might move him to the top of the list, right past the fashion blind jerkwad who designed these crappy brown UPS uniforms. Grateful I was alone in this contraption of torture for a change, I tried to give myself a neutral once-over to see if the last two months I had spent at the gym had been worth the damn money.

A casual mop of dark red hair topped my pale, square face that was blessedly free of freckles. My best feature by far was my large, deep blue eyes my mother had given me. At one inch over six foot and with a bone frame that was a little bit over medium, I wasn’t a little guy. But at some point over the last year since I had hit that midway point between thirty and the gay death zone for single men, and my metabolism had said go fuck yourself and your crappy diet. I had looked in the mirror one morning and realized I was in danger of leaving pudgy behind and crossing over into never getting laid again.

With a critical eye I realized with a jolt of pleased surprise that the shit brown uniform was now actually loose in the stomach and the shorts showed off legs that actually had a touch of tone.

Well, I’ll be damned.

At that moment the door dinged for my stop and butterflies the size of black crows went haywire in my belly. This law firm had been a regular weekly stop for the last year and this was the first time I’d been given different instructions for the drop off. I stepped through the doors before they had finished opening, ridiculously eager to—what I had no idea.

I approached the reception desk and tried to ignore the woman’s familiar look of disgust as she saw me coming. She had with aristocratic features and blonde hair pulled back in a chignon, and her sneer took that cool beauty and reminded me a viper of a nun from the boys home I’d grown up in and still had nightmares about. Her icy green eyes frosted over as she met my gaze.

Yeah, you don’t do anything for me either.

She held out a hand for the large envelope in mine.

I’m sorry, but I was told to give this directly to Mr. Nachash. I tightened my grip as if she was going to rip it from my hands. Jesus, Hudson, it’s not the Holy Grail. No, but after a year of lusting over the brief glimpses of him and small snatches of conversations, this was the first time I would get to actually speak to the object of my nightly fantasies for more than a brief exchange of pleasantries.

At least I could hope since he was the main reason for my interest in working out.

Her brow rose in surprise. Do you have an appointment? When I started to shrug, she cut off my polite answer with a biting tone. Then I’m sorry but you can’t see him.

I gave her a sharp, yet still civil, smile, because yeah, I wanted to stay employed. Sure, it was a shit job but at least I could afford to eat. At last until my rent got jacked up again. My neighborhood was part of a revitalization project which was great for property values but crap for renters when our leases ran out. If the landlords doubled the amount again then I’d be screwed.

I shrugged. Then I’m afraid I can’t make the delivery since I was given instructions—that, by the way, are from the client, Mr. Nachash himself—to tell him when I arrived as close to three P.M. as possible and only give it to him. I have no idea if he had a set appointment for it or not. I met her stubborn stare with one of my own. No way was I going to be the one to flinch when this could be my only opportunity to see the office.

Two minutes later, when she still hadn’t reached for the phone in front of her, I was done.

I have other deliveries to make and I can’t wait for whatever this issue you’re having is. I took a step back. I’ll just have my boss call your boss and I’ll swing back by later, depending on what Mr. Nachash wants to do.

I turned on my heel and started to walk off, not the least surprised when she stopped me.

Wait a moment and I’ll buzz him, she said grudgingly.

Somehow I refrained from gloating when I heard a husky voice telling her to bring me back. Immediately. She stood and nearly snarled, Follow me sir. She led me at a brisk pace, all the way through hall filled with dark wooden doors until we reached the final one at the very end and she opened the door for me and snapped. Have a good day, sir.

* * * *

I stepped into the huge office, my eyes immediately drawn past the sleek wooden desk that was clear of all clutter, to the wall of windows overlooking Central Park. I was still standing, lost in the view when I heard an elevator behind me. Surprised, I turned to watch Mr. Nachash walk out of a set of doors at the far side of the room.

I swallowed down my knee- jerk of lustful thoughts, praying that my dick wouldn’t humiliate me by standing at full attention.

At over six and half feet tall with a bone frame that went well past large, he should’ve looked like a lumbering giant as he walked towards me. Instead, he moved with a sinuous grace, the lines of his charcoal gray suit flowing with every step. His black eyes tilted in his longish face as he smiled at me. His thick, dark blonde hair was pulled back in its usual leather tie at the base of his head and my fingers itched to run through those silken looking strands.

Or have him trail the ends over my naked body.

I couldn’t hold back my shudder of arousal.

His nostrils flared and heat flashed in his eyes before he stepped up to me and smiled. Hello, Hudson. After a long moment where all I could do was blink up at him, shocked that he knew my name until remembered I was wearing a name tag, he chuckled. May I have the envelope, please?

Embarrassment stained my cheeks as I stammered, Y…yes. Of course. I handed it to him, a wave of bitter disappointment flooding me as I started to back away. What the hell? Had I actually thought there had been more to this?

Hudson, wait. His deep voice stopped me in my tracks as he moved closer, tossing my delivery onto a leather club chair, dropping to a husky whisper. That was only an excuse to get you back here.

My gaze shot back up to his. What—why?

Because I can’t do this out there and I’m tired of fucking waiting for you to give me a green light when I attempt small talk.

Green light? No, he can’t mean—

In the next second his mouth covered mine as his hands yanked my body against his. The kiss wasn’t the least bit gentle as my lips, then my jaw was forced open. His tongue invading, in a passionate attack that had me moaning into it as I went limp, surrendering.

A powerful thigh thrust between my legs as his hands pulled me tighter, my hard cock rubbing almost painfully against him.

When he pulled away from the kiss I whimpered as my mouth tried to follow his. He dug his hand into my hair, holding me still while his chest heaved. His eyes burned down at me as he spoke. How far do I take it, Hudson? If you tell me to stop, I will but, I want to touch you more. He braced his forehead against mine as he let out a ragged breath. After all this time I need to keep touching you.

Common sense and all thoughts of self-preservation died away as I saw the desire in his eyes, felt his thick dick rubbing against me. This wasn’t me. The urge to surrender was overwhelming and frightening but as I felt an answering need firing through me I didn’t care anymore. Take anything you want. My mouth, my ass. Anything.

His dark eyes held mine, intense and triumphant. Of your own free will, you are giving me anything I desire?

A voice screamed in the back of my head but I didn’t care. Yes!

Can’t fuck you, not yet—I won’t be able to stop if I do. He seemed to muttering to himself before he snarled in frustration. In the next moment, his hands ripped my uniform from my body, then it was my underwear being torn away as he manhandled me on top of his desk. Fears flooded me as he stepped away, leaving my less than perfect body spread eagle across it. Just as I was doubting offering myself he stepped up to the other side of the desk and pulled me by my shoulders, until my head was hanging off and I was looking at his groin.

His hands dropped to his belt and yanked it free.

Ohmyfuckinggod!

When his hands reached for his pants, I knocked them away and let out a demand of my own. Take off your shirt!

He let out a darkly amused laugh as he stripped off his jacket and tie but