Page 21 of The Paranormal Investigation Bureau
Merlin and I were total shits when it came to women, but we knew what saying no meant. We didn’t get all big with testosterone and take it as a challenge to our manhood when a woman wasn’t interested. Neither of us was going to try to pursue a woman who’d made it clear she wasn’t into us… but most of them were. I could count on one hand the company members we targeted that didn’t want us. Most of them were using us just as much as we were using them, because Merlin and I were famous in the ballet scene. If a paparazzo photographed us with an unknown woman, then gossip started and people wanted to know who she was.
Yeah, Merlin was doing this because he enjoyed fucking over ballerinas. He loved ballet with a fiery passion, but hated that he was only on stage to highlight a ballerina many times. I was doing it because I wanted the perfect partner on stage. Some women we fucked over didn’t even like us, but they knew being seen with us would get their name out there.
What was this new girl’s deal? I tried Googling her dance career, and found there wasn’t a single company that claimed her as a member before us. There were old videos of her dancing when she was in high school. Something about this wasn’t right... she was good, sheshouldhave had press releases with her name on them since she graduated high school.
I didn’t think she would crash my private lesson, and I admired her for coming early when the studio was supposed to be empty. I didn’t say anything about me being there early when we were having lunch.
I had no intention of ruining this for Bevan. When we got home, he couldn’t stop talking about how amazing she was to dance with. Yeah, I was super jealous, but I was happy for him and knew I’d find my ballerina, eventually.
I didn’t know what this new girl’s problem was. I backed off and tried to help her with the bitches. She was the one crashing my private lesson. Why the fuck didn’t she want to dance with me? I loved Bevan, but I was a bigger star than he was. I didn’t even think this had anything to do with Bevan.
I didn’t stink, I hadn’t even started sweating. I was pacing outside the studio, wondering what the fuck her problem was, when she stuck her head out and smiled at me.
“Are you ready for our duet now?”
I stopped in my tracks and glared at her.
“You know you don’t have to give me a pitypas de deux,rightBeyla?”
“I do, and I’m not. I had to ask Madame Lucinda a few questions about the ballet we’re doing. I was going to do it after class, but since she’s here now, I asked what I needed to know.”
“I saw how you looked at me when she brought it up.”
“Excuse me? I was giving you a look because I didn’t like howyouwere looking atme.You looked like you wanted to eat me. If you look at me like that again, I’ll magically castrate you.”
I liked this girl. She didn’t take any shit. She probably wasn’t joking about that castration business either, so I wasn’t going to press her, but I couldn’t help flirting a little.
“Skinwalkers aren’treallycannibals. I’m a vegetarian. I’m not going to eat you, sweetie.”
Beyla glared at me and crossed her arms.
“I know it’s an urban legend that skinwalkers are cannibals, but you’d do well to remember there’s truth to the rumors about witches buying supernatural parts for spells on the black market instead of using donated ones from the morgue, like they are supposed to. I could make bank by harvesting skinwalker parts.”
Did this tiny ballerina just threaten to murder me and sell my bits to other witches for money?! That made my cock stir in my dance belt. Even if I couldn’t find a damn thing about where she came from before she ended up here, she was definitely the most interesting new girl we’d had in a long time.I knew when I had met my match. Something in those beautiful silver eyes told me she would totally fuck me up if I pressed her… but I still intended on flirting.
“Let’s do this duet!” I said, stepping into the studio.
My blood was pumping. Something told me this was going to be the most crucialpas de deuxI’d ever done in my entire life, and no one was going to see it except Madame Lucinda.
We always had a piano player for class and rehearsal, but Marsden wasn’t about to pay them overtime for any of Madame Lucinda’s mentoring sessions, we had an antiquated sound system for that. I really would have loved to do this to live music, but I wasn’t complaining I’d have to dance to a recording.
I walked to the center of the studio and struck my pose. This duet started with Persephone off stage, she then sees Hades standing there and is immediately smitten. She dances over to him, and the seduction starts. I’d performed this role before, with ballerinas I had zero chemistry with. I’d done it with women who hated me because I dumped them, and I had even danced it with Bellatrix once… she was probably the least sexy Persephone I’d danced with. I didn’t know how that was possible, since she was a fucking succubus.
The music started playing, and Beyla acted like she noticed me. She did a series of tight, lightning-fastbourréesandchaînésuntil she was in my dance space. I wasn’t supposed to notice her until she got into my dance space and touched my shoulder, but I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of her.
I was used to seducing women, and had fucking weaponized it with Merlin. My entire career was based around playing the guy who always got the girl at the end of the ballet. I had a ton of social media followers who kissed my ass if I dropped a shirtless selfie after class or in the dressing room.
I felt this little spark when her delicate little hand touched my shoulder, and she went into an arabesque. It was like this was my first time doing this variation, and I was a virgin who didn’t know how to deal with women. Every other time I’d done this variation, I was only acting. I had to remember I was playing the God of the Underworld and fight back because this was the first time I felt remotely seduced doing this variation.
I felt challenged, and there was definitely chemistry there. Beyla lowered herself into fourth position, and I guided her waist as she whipped herself into ten swift pirouettes. She bent her knees into a plie, and I lifted her above my head.
She arched her back while I supported her over my head with one hand, my palm at the center of her back. She balanced perfectly there. Beyla was easy to partner with. It wasn’t just the chemistry, though, that was off the fucking charts. She understood this was a partnership, and she was giving her all to ensure the lifts went as smoothly as possible.
Bellatrix could learn a lesson from this witch because I’d pulled a muscle in my back doing this exact same lift with her on stage because she’d barely bent her knees and had made me do all the damn work.
This duet ended with a kiss. I was desperate for it as it was coming to a close. I was glad I picked a thick dance belt today, because my cock was hard. I wasn’t going to go there… unless she did. I was one hundred percent sure she wasn’t joking about the whole magical castration thing, and only fifty percent sure about her selling my parts on the black market.
Was she feeling this? She had to be. I’d never danced like this with anyone else. How was it possible Bevan felt the same thing? He couldn’t have. This was special, this was unique.
