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“She knows, Nicolai. Never question a woman when she tells you what she wants. Hop on, Beyla. I can make it bigger if you want. It’s one of my incubus gifts.”
It was one of mine, too, but I never offered. Shifting just one part of me took a lot of concentration, and I hadn’t had any complaints about what I was naturally given. I knew he offered because he was trying to impress Beyla, and it was easy for him, but Merlin had some hang-ups about women who demanded that from him.
He felt like they were saying he wasn’t good enough for them. Merlin once frog marched an entire succubus out of our apartment because she asked for it before he even got naked. He was going to go along with it, but she was, apparently, a size queen and asked him to make it some obscene size. It had to be bigger than that ridiculous edible dong he dumped in Beyla’s lap because it tooka lotto offend Merlin in the bedroom.
Beyla grasped his cock and licked it like a lollipop.
“I don’t want either of you shifting any part of yourself when you’re with me. I love you the way you are. Besides, that’s a beautiful cock, and it would be uncomfortable if you made it any bigger.”
“Tell that to Tiffany in the corps,” Merlin muttered.
Hedid notjust bring up the size-queen succubus, who Marsden wasn’t interested in, so she thought Merlin could boost her career while his dick was in Beyla’s mouth.
“Want me to face punch her? Because I kind of want to now,” Beyla purred.
This witch right here. I’d never been as growly and possessive as Arden because I found it a little gross, but I dug it a little when Beyla did it over us. And honestly, after Merlin got rid of Tiffany, she aggressively came after me next and tried to badmouth Merlin to my face. We had this policy against going after a woman one of us had dated, and we didn’t tolerate someone trying to break up our brotherhood. That extended to Bevan, too. Sharing Beyla was new territory, but we were here for it.
“She’s not worth it. I’d rather be inside you.”
Me, too. I think we all did. Beyla agreed because she pounced on Merlin and slid down him like a total boss. She leaned forward to kiss him and pointed that lovely ass at me. I didn’t get Arden’s ‘no ballerina’ policy at all. Those tight, little bodies did the most amazing things in the bedroom.
I ran my hands down her sculpted back and guided myself into her slowly. I took my time because not only did I not want to hurt her, but I also wanted to savor every minute of this. I would have wanted this to be special for her even if she had done this a million times before.
Beyla was wriggling and making happy, little noises. I wasn’t an incubus, so I couldn’t read sexual vibes as easily as a book to know what she wanted without her telling me. Instead, I made do with what I was given and learned to read the signs.
She let out this colossal moan when my hips met her ass. Fuck. She was just so tight and hot around my cock.
“How are you doing, Beyla?” I asked.
“Stuffed, but perfect. I’m so doing this again.”
“I hope we’re invited,” Merlin said.
“Well, you’re off to a good start.”
Damn. My girl just threw down a gauntlet. Merlin and I didn’t speak. We just started fucking her. I took my time and savored every minute. I’d build up to hard and fast and then back off to slow and gentle.
Merlin was doing the same. Sometimes, we were in sync, and sometimes, we were thrusting in total opposition. The friction was amazing, and based on Beyla’s cries, she was enjoying this, too.
“Oh, fuck!” Beyla gasped.
She clamped down on my cock as she came. I was usually pretty good at controlling my orgasms, but fuck, I totally lost it. Merlin had sex superpowers. He came when he wanted to and could go again instantly. Merlin loved to brag about that. Damn, I don’t think I’d ever cum this hard in my entire life.
We collapsed in a heap, and I snuggled into Beyla. She was just so perfect. When I found the ballerina that checked all my boxes as a dance partner, I had always hoped we’d at least get along. There were plenty of famous pairings in ballet and movies where people oozed chemistry together playing their parts, but they couldn’t stand each other in real life.
I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend or joining a witch’s coven, but now that it was happening to me, no one would ruin this.
If I had to call in a family favor to kidnap Marsden and beat the answer out of him, I would.
Chapter15
Bevan
Drag night at the Rusty Anchor was a thing Nyx and I did all the time. There were plenty of things Nyx was exceptionally verbal about hating, but she adored Bea’s performances. I met Bea shortly after I arrived in New York. Ballet had always been my passion, but sometimes, you had to smash up with a bunch of other sweaty bodies in the club to work through some shit.
Bea adopted me at one of the clubs shortly after catching my boyfriend with Julian. She was pretty much an amazing soul. I thought she and Nyx would get along just great. I offered to introduce Nyx to Bea, but she kept refusing. She said she hated it when the things she loved got ruined when she found out the person behind it was garbage.
Drag night at the Rusty Anchor wasn’t even remotely Arden’s scene. He enjoyed coming here for the food, but he did his own thing when Nyx and I came to see Bea. Except he wasn’t about to go spank someone’s ass at the dungeon now that he met Beyla, so he was sitting with us watching a drag show.
