20
BRODERICK
She felt glorious on the inside. Like I was being reborn.
Nothing had prepared me for how badly I’d need her, or how rapidly things would progress. The Call very quickly had become an unstoppable force. One that neither one of us could ignore forever.
It just so happened we were alone together — the both of us pumped with heat and adrenaline. And of course, we had a bed. Not that one was necessary of course, but it sure never hurt.
I would’ve liked to have taken my time, but the blood coursing through my veins said otherwise. It wouldn’t be over until we’d finished. Until both our brains flooded in that beautiful sea of endorphins, washing away our voracious, never-ending hunger.
Serena bucked hard against me, screwing back at me with a furious need to fulfill things on her end. In response, I grabbed her hips and gave it to her good.
She was sopping, dripping wet… and I was probably harder than I’d ever been before. As a result, the room heated up quickly. The smell of our combined sex permeated the air, the walls echoing with the grunts and groans of two desperate people fucking the absolute hell out of each other.
I paid careful attention as her orgasm grew near. She needed it of course, but I really wanted it to be good for her. She was beautiful, even disheveled, even with her dirt-streaked hair plastered over the pillow beneath her. I couldn’t help but slow down for a moment, relishing in the sight of my cock moving slowly in and out of her pussy.
“Do it…” she gasped again, spitting a lock of hair from her mouth. “You have to… you have to…”
“I know.”
I grabbed her wrists and fell backward, pulling her on top of me, never allowing myself to leave her body. Serena’s eyes rolled into her head as she impaled herself on me. Spreading her legs on either side of my body, she began bucking forward and back. She was so sensual. So unbelievably hot and sexy and—
“I’m— I’m gonna come…”
Her hands roamed all over my body as she screwed down against me. They wandered my shoulders, my chest, the flat of my stomach. Eventually they grabbed my wrists, then guided my hands to her breasts. I began rolling the nipples against my palms while squeezing gently.
“That’s it,” she gasped. “Oh fucking yes just like that!”
She came while biting her lip, head tilted back, her mouth screaming up at the sky. Or at least screaming up at the place where the sky would be, if it weren’t for the natural stone ceiling that was already there.
“Broderick!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “OH BRODERICK FUUUUUCK!”
It happened in a long series of violent contractions; Serena came and came and then came some more. I watched her face as it happened, saw her expression go from desperate frustration to a smiling, delirious euphoria. She kept screwing herself against me, taking whatever it was that she wanted. Everything was for her, quenching her thirst, sating her hunger until finally she thought about me just long enough to look up and see where I was.
“You have to come,” she whispered, totally out of breath. She leaned forward and began kissing me all over my face. “Oh my God you have got to come!”
I definitely wanted to, so much it actually hurt. But I also wanted it on my own terms.
“OH!”
Serena was startled as I lifted her and rolled her over. I wanted to kiss her some more, to taste her mouth with mine. But more than anything, I wanted to look into her eyes. I wanted to see her expression as I took her. As I consummated our union… as I mated her, and made her my own.
I plunged back inside her, thrusting myself so achingly deep I knew it wouldn’t be long. She responded by spreading her legs wide. Her thighs were warm, her mouth wet. Her kisses so sweet they made me dizzy…
“It’s okay…”
Her voice made my heart sing as I drove into her. Harder. Faster. Deeper.
“Shoot it, Broderick…”
Her eyes had knowledge. Wisdom. Her eyes knew.
“Fill me up with it…”
I felt my orgasm surging, welling up inside of me. Threatening to wash over me completely, to take away control.
“Honey please…” Serena whispered, though her eyes gave all the permission I’d ever need. “Come inside me…”
I closed my eyes… and the darkness was shattered by an explosion of silver and white.
She stroked me from ass to shoulders as I emptied myself inside her, her fingernails trailing sexily up and down my back. And I kept coming. Kept on gushing a thick, steady stream of my hot seed, delivering it somewhere dark and warm, deep up in her belly.
“Ohhhhhh…”
It felt incredible, firing away while looking straight into her soul. Watching her eyes go wide as she connected with me on the most intimate of all levels, while draining me of every last drop.
“Ohhh YES…”
Her legs locked around me, holding me until the very last throes of my climax. And all throughout she kissed me deeply. Soulfully. Sealing that last, final link between us. Between the three of us, really. Making us a trio, a tribe.
Making us whole.
I love you…
I wanted so very badly to say it. The words were right there! And I felt that she wanted to say it too, or at least hear it from my end. In theory it was foolish. An impossibility. But considering the uniqueness of our bond, considering all that had happened, it also felt like the most natural thing in the world.
I rolled off of her, enjoying the way her dark hair fell over one side of her beautiful face. Serena lay there breathless, legs open, come trickling down the inside of one porcelain thigh.
“That… That was…”
“That was necessary,” I breathed, collapsing beside her. I moved one hand gently to the side of her face and turned her to face me. “But still amazing.”
For a while we just laid there, silently pressed up against one another, sharing the same pillow. The pull was gone. The Call had finally been sated. We basked not only in the glory of sexual release, but in our mutual relief from the relentless longing and desire.
She snuggled closer, into me. Our faces were just inches apart.
“Is Damien going to be mad?”
I smiled, and for the first time in as long as I could remember, there was nothing else behind it. “No. In fact, he’ll actually be relieved.”
She didn’t look puzzled. I thought she would.
“So this is how it is with you two? How it was with… Karessa?”
The word no longer phased me. So much of the pain was already gone. “Yes. We shared her together, as our mate.”
Serena’s skin was slick, and a tiny pool of perspiration had formed in the hollow of her throat. I watched it go up and down as she swallowed.
“Together together?”
I sighed contentedly. “Sometimes.”
Her eyes flared. I could see that the idea excited her.
“Okay, often.”
She placed a hand on my chest. Lazily she began tracing the lines there with one fingernail. Minutes went by and I let her go on, saying absolutely nothing.
Maybe this wasn’t a mistake…
It was possible. But still unlikely.
I spooned her for a long time as we marinated in the silence. We were safe here. Safe to rest and recover, to enjoy the welcome warmth of the kerosene heater as it soaked into our naked bodies.
Eventually she turned around, and her eyes met mine. I saw the same look there again — the same connection — as when I’d spent myself inside her.
“When I was eleven,” Serena said, “I fell and hit my head. Hard.”
I let her go on. She could tell me anything.
“And when I woke up two days later, I found I could move things with my mind…”