Wispy? Is she deluded? I love her hair. I’mobsessedwith her hair. She surely can’t see it that way? I take it as a personal afront.
“It’s like fucking silk,” I growl, letting my fingers trail through it, my cock jerking in response. I sometimes imagine it wrapped around my dick when I masturbate, but I pull myself back into the here and now, dragging my mind out of the gutter. “Your eyes are incredible, and your scar only adds to your beauty. It’s a sign of strength. I’m not just saying this to make you feel better, Ophelia. You’re… lots of girls are hot, or pretty, right? And you are both those things, but you’re more.”
I pause then because I’ve nearly veered into telling her that she’s so unique that men would kill to be with her, but I realize that is partly why the Prophet wanted her. Maybe there’s a part of Ophelia that wants to feel normal? Average? Perhaps there’s a certain safety in that for her?
Changing the subject slightly, so I don’t wax lyrical about her face and risk creeping her out, I brush some of her hair back from her face and kiss her ear. “I’m going to have you all to myself one night this week, and I’ll show you how sexy I find you.”
She giggles, and a little shiver runs through her. God, she’s so damn hot it makes me want her all the time.
Our food arrives, breaking me out of my lust trance, and she looks at her plate with the yellow sauce drizzled all over the eggs and the English muffins. She uses her knife to slice into the egg, and the rich yolk oozes out. Cutting herself a bit of everything and pushing it onto her fork, she takes a bite, and her eyes roll back in her head.
“Oh, my,” she mumbles around the food. She chews and swallows and licks her lips. “Oh. My.God. That’s… oh, I like it.”
I chuckle at her reaction. “I’m not sure I like you responding to eggs benedict the way you do to us doing depraved things to you, baby. It’s a delicious breakfast, but I feel it should be a few rungs down on the ladder from that.”
She smacks my arm playfully, and we eat, chat, order coffees, chat some more, and I try to prolong things long enough for Roman to get everything ready for later.
When I can’t drag it out anymore, we return to the water tower.
Roman is sitting on the couch, and he tosses me a wink that lets me know things are in order.
We spend the day lazing around and chilling, but, as night falls and the light fades, the mood shifts. Sensing it, Ophelia looks up from the book she’s reading and glances around, studying each of our faces in turn.
“Okay. What’s going on?” She cocks her head to one side. “There’s a definite vibe.”
“We want to do the ritual,” Roman says. “The one I mentioned before. I think tonight is perfect. The moon will be full, and it’s important both for light, but for the moon’s energy, too. We’ve all been through so much, and I think this will help us. It will bond us more than we already are.”
“I don’t think we can be much closer.” She nibbles her lower lip, and I want to bite it, then soothe it with my tongue.
“Us being together gives us all strength,” Roman agrees, “and I know you’re still scared about hearing the Prophet, even though he’s dead. I think this will help us all move on.”
He casts a concerned glance at Cain, and I know he doesn’t want to say that this is as much for him, yet Ophelia seems a little reluctant, and I wasn’t expecting that. She’d seemed up for it when we’d mentioned it before.
Roman runs his hands through his hair. “I just want to make sure we’re all spiritually close as well as physically. This will help us move beyond the terrible things that have happened recently.”
“If I recall, you said it involves kinky sex?” Ophelia narrows her eyes, but her lips twitch, showing she’s not pissed, not really.
Roman clears his throat. “It does, but it’s serious. It’s spiritual, deeply so.”
I smile at her, hoping to calm her fears. “If you don’t want to do this, once we’ve explained what it entails, you don’t have to.”
“You all know about it?”
There’s hurt in her voice, and I realize she thinks we all know what’s going to happen except her.
“Not the details,” I say. It’s not a lie; Roman told me about it, but I don’t know exactly what it entails, and to be honest, my brain short circuited after he described the sexual aspects of it.
“We weren’t trying to keep you in the dark,” Roman adds. “I wanted to make sure we had what we needed before proposing we do it tonight.”
She glances between us. “And areyouall okay with this?”
I nod, and so does Cain, thank the gods.
“You’re the one who has to… um… let us all inside,” Roman says. “It’s more intense for you, I’d imagine.”
I don’t know why he’s blushing. It’s not as if we haven’t done shit like this before, but when he speaks again, I get it.
“It’s almost holy, in my faith view, asking this of you. I want you to let us inside you, at the same time, under the moon, as we are bound by silk, and we also will wear each other’s blood.”
