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“I’m gonna act like a model student for a while,” Beryl said, giving me a cheeky grin. “And Nitis and I need some space when we’re not working. You okay if I chill with you?”
“Of course!” I gave him a brief squeeze before wrinkling my nose. “And, I do not shit positive points.”
Beryl put one of his beefy arms behind his back. “I mean, I’d need to spend some time observing your backside, to be sure. Naked ideally.”
I punched him playfully on the shoulder. “Maybe,” I sighed. “I’m struggling to believe in the Aptitudes at all. Did you know the administration started the blinking light rumor to get more information on us? How do we learn if we don’t know what the rules are in the first place? If we’re only acting good because there are consequences, then why even bother with all of this?”
I slid off his lap and focused on the fire. “Abe says we all live by our own code, anyway.” I shook my head. “Why do the Aptitudes even matter? Everything’s falling apart because of me. Ashe lost his job. Everyon’s shunning Saffron – three guys beat him up even. How long until Professor Garnet gets fired for trying to interfere on my behalf?” Pain ghosted through me. “Stop putting me on this pedestal. I’m a dirty, broken little girl who destroys everything around her.”
Beryl pulled me to him and crushed me to his side.
He trembled. “You’re not. You’re not any of that.” He hummed a song I didn’t know, and the fire popped.
My eyelids drooped. “Stay with me tonight?”
“Always.”
He nudged me, and we stumbled up the stairs to my bed. In the safety of his embrace, I passed out into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 8
I woke up with Beryl’s arms still wrapped around me the following morning. I shifted, my back pressed to his chest, and placed butterfly kisses along his scruffy jawline. Though his eyes didn’t open, he pressed his erection into the back of my thighs and groaned.
I wiggled against him as he kissed my neck before sucking my earlobe. Pleasure curled down my spine and made my clit pulse.
“Dot,” he breathed in my ear, his arms loosening so he could envelop each of my breasts in his hands. I leaned forward and stuck out my butt. He missed his first few tries before he found the wetness of my honey pot and slowly slid in. He let go of my breasts with his top hand and ran it down my body before rubbing large, lazy circles over my clit.
I moaned and tried to bend my back further as his strokes went from languid to purposeful. His fingers applied more pressure to my clit, and he circled faster. I squeezed my legs together and curled my toes against his shins, looking for purchase, my climax building as lazy as our morning.
“Don’t squeeze me,” Beryl growled. “I’m too close.”
I squeezed him, and Beryl came hard, his dick swelling inside me with a satisfied grunt. “Goddess, that’s the opposite of what I wanted.”
He rolled me onto my back, disappearing under the blankets and spreading my legs. Shots of heat made my stomach flutter as he nibbled my thighs before wrapping his lips around my clit. I moaned, pleasure bowing my body, and he drove two fingers deep into my honey pot to finish what we started. A little climax rocked my body, and I squeezed his head and gasped.
Giving my nub a final kiss, he crawled up my body and pillowed his head on my breasts. “We need to work on your listening skills.”
I giggled.
He traced my belly button. “I’m moving some of my stuff in here today. I’m sure Officer Keres will do his best to stop me, but this is our bed now.”
My heart fluttered.
“I still can’t be with you all the time.” Beryl kissed me. “Even if I get away from Officer Keres, there will be nights I disappear and reappear.”
Worry wormed itself into my heart, but I pushed it away. Beryl had his own moral code, using his resources to keep families connected. Even if it was dangerous, it was a good thing and made him happy.
“It’s so kids can talk to their parents,” I said softly. “I know you smuggle in other stuff too, but you want to keep families together. I don’t know why you hide it.”
Beryl frowned. “Intentions don’t matter in here. If I’m bad, kids who want to be good, stay away.” He shook his head. “Even if I’m using the ends to justify the means, do they?” He didn’t wait for me to answer. “Dot, I sell potions which hurt people to the outside world. I smuggle anything, as long as it won’t hurt the people inside these walls.” He scowled. “That was my fight with Nitis. We’ve never seen eye to eye on what comes in and out.”
I rubbed my chest. “The fear modifier.”
Beryl took a deep breath. “That was Nitis.” He squeezed me to him. “I’d never actually seen one of the spells we sold in use before. I’m so fuck’n sorry.”
I cuddled into him. “It’s in the past.” I squirmed. “And to quote someone I never thought I’d quote. I’m not unhappy with the results.”
Beryl kissed the side of my neck.