“I want to come,” I pant. “Right now.”
Who cares if I just had my first kiss? I want what I want. No need to wait.
But will he trust that I mean it?
“Gods, yes.” Broderick thrusts against me, helping drive the sensation between my legs to a new level. “Anything you want. Use me. I think about you all the time, Ophelia. Every damn second of the day, I want you.” His breath is ragged against me, body straining in my arms.
“Broderick.” I moan his name as we find the perfect rhythm. “I want you.”
“You have me,” he promises. “I’m yours.”
The pleasure is a free fall on fire. I let out a scream that the witch claims with his mouth, kissing me hard through my orgasm.
When I finally return to reality, land back in my body, Broderick is still, his body hard as a rock in my hold.
“Do you mind,” he rasps, “if I come too?”
I’m momentarily stunned as I gaze at him in realization. The man waits formypermission to seek out his pleasure. I’m in full control of this situation. Of him. Broderick has truly given himself to me.
“No,” I say. “I don’t mind.”
His lids flutter in relief, and he rocks his hips, his erection pressing against my belly. Now that I’m relaxed in my postorgasmic bliss, I find myself bravely fascinated with my first access to a penis.
“I want to touch you,” I tell him, honest, slightly demanding, but still waiting for his permission.
“Gods, yes. Anytime. Anywhere. For as long as you want.”
The familiar words have me smiling eagerly as I reach between us and dip my hand past his waistband. When I grasp his member, Broderick lets out the most delicious grunt and rocks faster, stirring waves around us with his movements. Curious, I drag my thumb over the slit at the tip, where he emits a wetness of a slightly different texture than the water.
“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters, “and I’m going to diesohappy.”
With the hand that isn’t exploring his jutting cock, I twine my fingers in the silky crimson hair at the base of his neck, tugging until green eyes meet mine.
“You can’t die on me,” I say, knowing he was joking. But my response is completely serious because he needs to know, “Not when I’ve just started living.”
His emerald gaze stays locked on mine, even as his stare clouds with pleasure.
Still, I go on, confessing and claiming. “I’ve never had anything that was truly mine before. And I know now, if I can have anything, if I cankeepanything, I want that to be you.”
“Yes. Yours,” Broderick promises as his body shudders and his cock erupts in my hand. “I’m yours.”
14
BRODERICK
Another Friday eveninghappy hour has me on the dock beside all my siblings as I eagerly stare toward the house, waiting for the cranky sound of Ophelia’s truck engine.
“Are you expecting someone, brother dearest?” Anthony sings the question at me from his spot beside Zara. The harpy was able to get off work tonight, but her presence does nothing to dampen the bother that is my twin. “Could it perhaps be a certain bird woman with a fiery pitch?”
“If you callmea bird woman,” Zara says, “I will shave your head.”
Anthony runs his fingers through his hair while wearing a satisfied smirk. “Mmm, I love it when you threaten me.”
I ignore the back-and-forth and the other side conversations everyone around me is having, not concerned about being subtle at all. They all know who I’m waiting for. Who I desperately want to appear.
Ophelia. My firebird.
Being back on this dock brings up the memory of last weekend.
