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I curled my fingers up to massage her G spot and sucked her clit in my teeth. Finally, I got what I needed. Beyla’s back arched off the bed, and she came on my tongue. Mrs. Garcia pounded on the wall harder, because Beyla fully let herself go and was being anything but quiet.
I licked every last inch of her orgasm from her and then kissed my way up to her mouth. I pulled her to my chest and turned off the lamp by the bed. Now that I’d tasted her, there was no way in Hell I could have sex with her without my gryphon claiming her.
“Arden? Don’t you want me to reciprocate?”
My cock was so hard, it hurt. I’d probably cum if she just looked at it.
“Beyla, if you come anywhere near my cock, I’m going to claim you. I loved tasting you, and I want to do it again, but that’s all I can do for now without my gryphon going crazy.”
Beyla sighed and nestled into my chest.
“Totally worth it. I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight. Maybe I should send a cake over to the neighbor for the noise.”
“Don’t. I plan on doing it again, and she hates Nyx because of the whole banshee thing. Nyx’s shrieks are nowhere near as long as what we just did, but she’s called the cops and tried to get her evicted. It wouldn’t shock me if she called them on us, too.”
“I hope not. My whole body feels like jelly, and I don’t feel like getting up.”
I laughed and pulled her closer to me.
“Nyx is probably pissed at both of us. Let her deal with the door.”
“That’s how you get your eardrums busted.”
“Get some sleep, Beyla. We have to hunt down an ancient Unseelie, stop a curse, deal with class, and rehearsals in the morning.”
Beyla sighed and snuggled into me.
“Can we try spanking next?”
This witch was going to kill me.
Chapter13
Merlin
Ididn’t go to the studio early like Nicolai did, because that was his time with Madame Lucinda. However, we woke up at the same time and had breakfast together. I had my own pre-class rituals I needed to do every morning, and I didn’t need an entire studio to do them.
Our apartment was tiny. All the apartments in this building were, and the elevator rarely worked.The Psnapped up several apartments here ages ago, back when they were still rent-controlled, so many company dancers lived here. Nicolai and I could have afforded a bigger place if we stayed roommates, but that would mean leaving Bevan behind because this was all he could afford right now.
Bevan was our brother, and even if it was small, this place had everything we needed. If I moved the coffee table, I had more than enough space to lay my mat out and do yoga. I used to think it was hippy bullshit, and was angry about a lot of shit, but fucking Bevan had dragged me to a morning class, and now I was addicted.
He was usually here right next to me, getting his Zen on, but he was so obsessed with finding Santiago Suarez that he skipped practice. So was I, but I needed to center myself before I called my dad. I loved my father. He wasn’t the evil politician kind of dad, and he’d always been supportive of my love of ballet.
For the record, my dad wasn’t a career politician because he was stupid. He was honest, and tried to do right by the people he represented, but he could smell bullshit a mile away. I’d never had the slightest interest in politics. My mother put me in ballet classes as soon as she could, because she wanted a Broadway star, and my father was okay with that as long as my career was one of my choosing.
Even at my first baby ballet class, I just knew that I’d only be happy as a professional dancer. So, my parents paid for tutors to homeschool me so I could spend longer in the studio until they accepted me at a residential ballet academy.
My father was a stickler for grades. So I was given the same education as I would have if I were interested in going into politics, or being a diplomat. I was grateful for that every day because it made me well-rounded. I studied my ass off, because if I didn’t it meant I didn’t get to go to ballet class.
If I called him and started asking him to look into an Unseelie refugee, he would want to know why. If he didn’t like my answer, it wasn’t just going to be a situation where he didn’t get the information I wanted. He knew damn well Marsden was an Unseelie refugee.
The Unseelie kingdom was on several government watch lists. They had high walls around their entire border, and had dug trenches and moats. They didn’t want anyone getting in or out without permission. When it came to the Unseelie, there weren’t coyotes helping with border crossings like in the US. Instead, there were soldiers from several different governments patrolling, looking to help anyone trying to flee.
If my dad thought I was doinganythingto risk the attention of the Unseelie, he’d start digging into Marsden, and I’d instantly be surrounded by bodyguards again. My dad would draw their attention, and politicians were already at risk of some asshole trying to take them out because they didn’t like how they voted on something.
I ran through my Asanas and came up with a cover story. I hated lying to my dad, but I hated the idea of my friends getting hurt even more. I could have puffed myself up and threatened Bellatrix like Arden did, but she wouldn’t be scared of an incubus, even though, in my case, she definitely should be.
I couldn’t be in a million places at once to help them if the curse tried to take them, but I could use my connections to give us a leg up. So, I sat on the couch and called my dad.
