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I’d also made her come pretty hard, which made a triumphant grin spread over my face as Beryl nuzzled my ear. I may have been a hot mess and a weird, awkward goblin—something my sister Kiti liked to call me all the time—but I knew how to make a woman feel good. Well, women and my roommate that one time in college. But he’d come pretty hard too, judging by the enthusiastic and messy blowjob he’d then given me, before we’d awkwardly admitted that we’d both just wanted to see what it was like but neither of us were interested in doing it again.

Wait, why was I thinking about my foray into bicurious experimentation when there was still a naked Beryl in front of me? Letting my gaze trail down her body, I licked my lips and settled a hand on her side as I remembered what I’d wanted to ask her the night before.

“Hey.” I craned my neck to kiss her. “Um, do you want to sit on—”

“Oh fuck, what’s the time?” Beryl lunged for her phone on the nightstand, then went pale as she looked at the screen. “Shit, I start work in ten minutes. I forgot to set my alarm.”

“Oh. Shit.” I sat up as she scrambled out of bed. “I could drive you there. It’ll take like twenty seconds.”

She shot me a grateful look as she wriggled into her underwear. “Really? Do you mind?”

“Of course not.” I got up and stretched, my tail swishing contentedly. “I need to take the headpiece to the post office anyway.”

“Oh no, I wanted to see it before you sent it.” Beryl sounded dismayed as she tugged on black pants. “Will you take lots of pictures of it for me? Please?”

My face spikes flexed with pleasure. “Sure. Of course.”

After putting on her shirt, Beryl hurried into the bathroom. A second later, I heard the water running, and padded across the bedroom in time to see her rinsing foam off her face.

“God, my hair’s a freaking mess.” She grabbed her toothbrush after drying off. “Can you try and make it look presentable for me while I brush my teeth?”

“Sure.” I stepped up behind her and took the hair tie she offered. Slipping it onto my wrist, I gently gathered her wild curls up in my hands.

“Ih eez uh uush,” Beryl said, gazing at me in the mirror as she scrubbed her teeth vigorously, toothpaste foam dripping down her chin.

“I have no idea what you just said.” I managed to get her hair gathered at the crown of her head and tied it up into a high ponytail. Then I patted the mass of hair a few times because it looked so bouncy.

Beryl snorted, leaning down to spit into the sink. “I said it needs a brush.”

“It’s fine.” It wasn’t like Beryl’s hair didn’t always look a little wild. “Looks pretty. You always look pretty.”

Her eyes softened in the mirror as she rinsed off her toothbrush. “Thanks, Greid. God, I really need to pee but I don’t have time. I’ll have to wait ’til I get there.”

“You have time to pee.” I stepped back. “It won’t matter if you’re a minute late.”

“Yes it will, Greid.” Beryl shook her head as she headed for the door. “I don’t want to be late.”

“Okay,” I said quickly, following her out. “I’ll go get dressed real quick and meet you at the door.”

“Thank you.” She paused long enough to press a smacking kiss to my chest. Then she patted my ass. “Thirty seconds. I mean it.”

My cock twitched with interest, but I forced myself to hurry out of the room. “Thirty seconds,” I echoed, clambering down the stairs. “Got it.”

Chapter Forty-One

Beryl

“I’m really nervous.”

I heard Aunt Violet tut through the phone as I wandered down the sidewalk. It was a bright and crisp late Saturday morning. Greid and I had slept in late, in my bed again, after he’d come to meet me once I finished work. He’d decided not to come earlier to meet Parin var Gelligar—he’d said he’d just forever agonise over coming across as “weird and awkward” to her and thought it was safer not to.

We’d tried to rewatch that documentary once we got into bed. This time, we’d managed about fifteen minutes before getting… distracted. I’d ended up straddling Greid’s face, his guttural moans vibrating through my pussy as he licked me feverishly and I sucked on the head of his dick. It was kind of lucky his cock was so freaking big. His body was so much longer than mine that there was no way I would’ve been able to reach it otherwise.

This time, I hadn’t let him finish until he’d made me come twice. And then for a while longer after that, just because. I loved seeing him get all needy and desperate and trembly. I loved hearing him beg. I loved knowing that he loved it too.

And yes, I had come to terms with the fact that I loved him. A lot. Like, a stupid amount. It was why I’d called my aunt on my way to Deep Brew, but as soon as she’d answered, I knew I wouldn’t be brave enough to tell her. So instead, I’d told her about going for drinks with Corva later that night.

“Why are you nervous, Beryl?” Violet tutted again. “You’re so confident and friendly.”

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