Hex and the Single Witch (8 page)

In that whole plan, there was no mention of Brody Bendopolous.

She didn’t know anywhere they could talk without the whole campus stopping to gawk, except for the Professors’

Lounge. Cara knew she ran the risk of running into Alexander there, but she’d have to talk to him eventually. Not only because he was the TA for Advanced Hexacology, but because the one time with him hadn’t been enough. Caraway wanted more.

The witch felt her way through the hedges around the building’s north wall and found the lever she was looking for.

She twisted the mermaid’s tail on the hidden statue and a door creaked open.

She led Brody through the door and grinned when he bumped his head on the low-hanging ceiling of the secret tunnel.

“Son of a succubus, that hurt!”

Caraway managed to keep her snide comments to herself, but only because she didn’t want to argue with him. A door opened ahead of them and they emerged in the Professors’

Lounge.

“So, talk.” She flopped down on a ready couch.

“I was scared...” he began.

“Okay, I’ll buy that. But why couldn’t you just have told me, Brody?”

“I didn’t think you would understand. I didn’t mean for you to find out that way. It just...” He shrugged helplessly.

They looked at each other in silence for a long moment.

“I still can’t trust you. You lied to me.”

“Let me show you, let me be with you again.”

“We’re done. I’m ready for something else.”

Brody pursed his lips. “Morningstar.”

“Yeah. Morningstar.” She nodded.

“He will never love you.”

“Neither will you.” Her words weren’t bitter. It was a revelation—an arc of truth even as it fell, heavy.

“I care about you. I do. I just didn’t know it.”

“You cared about me so much that you fucked Lila, after professing your nancyhood, knowing I left because seeing you hurt me?”

“Yes, but that’s what I needed...”

“Back to that again.”

“Look, think about it, okay? Have your shag with Alexander, if that’s what you need, but come back to me.”

Caraway sighed, but was on her feet with a sharpness that betrayed her. “What about Clarabelle?”

“What about her? The three of us could be happy together,” Brody suggested.

Caraway had to admit the idea of Clarabelle excited her, but not the fairy herself. She really wished Brody would make up his mind. Not because she wanted him, because she didn’t. But he was going to hurt other people in his self-centred process of fucking everything with feet to determine exactly what it was he was after. “Prove it. Prove that you want me.”

The very real evidence of his desire was pressed against her stomach and Brody’s hands were suddenly everywhere, touching her almost reverently, like a coveted prize.

“You only want me because you can’t have me.”

“Can’t I, Cara?”

“No, you can’t.” She pulled away from him.

A new voice intruded on their privacy. “If you have to ask...” He let it trail off.

Alexander stood in the door, a disdainful smirk etched on his features.

“Do you never knock?” Brody growled.

“Once again, too much like asking.” His presence filled the room and the door snapped shut behind him. He deposited a stack of books on a table.

“What are you doing here, Morningstar?” Caraway eyed him, then realised it was a stupid question. This was the Professors’ Lounge and he was the TA for Hexacology.

“I think we can dispense with the surnames.” His eyes burnt into her, as if the entire world had gone—in all of existence, it was only the two of them. “As to what I’m doing...” He let it hang.

“I see what you’re about and I already told you, I’m not doing it.” She shivered. Who was she kidding? She wanted him again, and two powerful males were her number one fantasy. What did it matter if one of them was Brody? He was safe. He knew her body, she knew his. He’d only be there for background, anyway.

“I think you are, Cara,” Alexander said softly.

The way he said her name made her shiver, his honeyed tongue a scorpion sting—his entry deceptively soft. He closed the distance between them, every step measured, every look contrived to get her on her back.

Alexander turned his head to look at Brody. “Get with the programme, Bendopolous.”

Before Caraway could question it, or protest, Alexander’s mouth was on hers, demanding her complete submission.

What could she do but comply?

She melted against his strength, let his essence surround and invade her very soul. Caraway couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of his heat, although she was already on fire. Her fingers slid up the nape of his neck and threaded through the midnight silk of his hair.

Alexander broke the kiss, but did not retreat. “What do you want?”

“Please,” she whispered.

“Please what, sweet Caraway?” He dipped his head for another taste of her lips. “Please no?” His hand slid down her spine, then back up again, tangling in her hair and angling her head back.

“Please stop?” he taunted her.

Alexander slid his other hand down the elegant arch of her throat, down to her breast, and he filled his hand with her flesh.

“Or please fuck me?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“How should I fuck you, Caraway?”

Caraway had been biting her lip, unable—no, unwilling to utter those words he sought to elicit from her.

“Hard.” Her voice was husky, thick with her lust.

Still holding her immobile, he produced a wand, his by right of his warlock heritage, and touched it to her cheek, trailing it down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, down to her navel and whispered, “
Patesco.
“

Her dress fell from her in tatters, revealing only white, lacy knickers beneath.

Alexander turned again to Brody and raised a perfect brow in an oh-so put-upon fashion. Brody moved behind Caraway, pulling her to rest against him. She sought to put her arms around Alexander again, but he caught her wrist in his hand and eased it behind her back.

She met Alexander’s eyes, a bit wary. But the controlled burn she saw there eased her, and Brody now held both of her wrists behind her back—leaving them both completely at Alexander’s mercy.

The dark-sider trailed his wand over bare and flushed skin, the smooth and gleaming wood barely a touch, until he slid the tip just under the lace of her knickers.

Caraway gasped and was about to protest when Brody turned her mouth to his. She relaxed into him, his body familiar, but his touch was new—infused with a fierceness she’d never expected. He ravaged her mouth, seeking and claiming.

The tip of Alexander’s wand slid in further, taunting her with expert precision.

With this new invasion, Caraway would have collapsed if not for the two males holding her up.

Alexander eased her legs up over his shoulders, and Brody instinctively supported her slight weight. With one last incantation to rid her of the knickers, Alexander replaced his wand with his mouth. His tongue darted past the swollen lips, seeking the nectar inside.

Caraway gasped and arched against him, almost unable to process the thought of Alexander Morningstar between her legs. She wanted to open her eyes, to see that it was real, but they were heavy with her desire, sensation her master now.

Alexander did homage to the offering before him, thrusting into her sweetness, his fingers following his tongue.

As Brody watched the display, using the wall for support, he slid down, bringing Caraway with him, and Alexander went from his knees to prone between her thighs. Still holding Caraway’s wrists behind her back with one hand, Brody used his other to touch her face, to run the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. He took her mouth in another kiss, but his fingers now slipped down the lush contours of her body, down to where Alexander exhibited his prowess. His hand hovered hesitantly at the back of the dark-sider’s head. Then his fingers closed around the base of Alexander’s neck, pushing him more fully against Caraway’s cunt.

Alexander allowed the touch even as Brody sought more.

His hand roamed over the breadth of his shoulders, but he kept straying back to the nape of his neck. Because there, Brody could guide him, be in control.

Alexander looked up sharply, the chill on his face reminding everyone he was the one in control. He pulled away and Caraway clawed and scratched mindlessly, seeking more of that divine sensation.

“Open your eyes, Caraway.” His voice was soft.

She opened them slowly, unwillingly.

Suddenly, the light was soft, falling on him with a fey incandescence. The arctic god was gone and in his place was a dark Adonis. Alexander’s eyes were an endless, stormy pool and his lips glistened in that light, authoring the heady proof of her desire.

Then the moment was gone. His fist shot out and pulled Brody by his hair across Caraway’s shoulder, to a mere whisper from his mouth.

“Even in your fantasies Bendopolous”—he paused—”you are the bitch.”

Alexander crossed that space, that line that had been drawn between them, crushing Brody’s mouth with primal dominance—proving, once and for all, his alpha status.

Caraway almost couldn’t watch, feeling Alexander’s fingers moving inside her while he demanded his fealty from Brody, all that hard muscle and well-sculpted flesh brought together for her...only for her.

She managed to free her hands and turned on Brody, pushing him down and straddling him. Caraway only knew a moment of hesitation, but the reassurance she found wasn’t in the man beneath her, the one she’d known forever, the one she had loved. It came from somewhere else, someone else.

It was nothing, really—only a touch on her shoulder, a lingering caress—but she trusted it implicitly.

Caraway slid down his body until she felt the head of his cock poised just at her entrance. Alexander was behind her, his touch roaming from her thighs to her breasts, his mouth hot on her neck. He settled his hands on her hips and began to push her forward, then pull her back ever so slowly.

When he pulled her back, Caraway felt the hard length of him against her arse, and for a moment was terrified. But after all, where else had she thought he would go?

His lips were next to her ear, his breath warm, his heat a solid presence, enveloping her. “Trust me.” His voice was a harsh whisper, the first and only sign he struggled with his control.

Caraway nodded almost imperceptibly and Alexander pulled her hips back with more force. She gasped as she was stretched almost past endurance. It was something she hadn’t thought possible, but Alexander’s cock was inside her cunt with Brody’s. He continued to guide her body, the initial motion gentle as her body attempted to accommodate them both She couldn’t believe how very full she felt—it was as if all those dark places inside her had burst into flame and banished the cold. With every thrust, there was an edge of pain, but it made her feel alive.

“Harder,” she growled, trying to increase the speed of her hips.

“Merlin,” Brody groaned, through gritted teeth.

Alexander would not be persuaded. He dug his fingers into her thighs, keeping her at the same, maddeningly steady pace.

It was Brody who broke the spell by grabbing Morningstar’s honed thighs, but instead of urging him faster, he drove himself up into Caraway, using Alexander as his counter.

Caraway cried out, and Alexander couldn’t fight them both.

He began thrusting with an animal-like ferocity, keeping Caraway’s body in sync with his movements, and it was only moments before Brody came.

Alexander easily manoeuvred her from straddling Brody to the floor. He pulled her back by her hips again, a sharp stab as his fingers repeatedly dug into the tenderness there.

He’d marked her.

The thought made her clench and Alexander paused mid-thrust.

She tightened again, and she felt a shudder go through his body. She’d mark him, too. With every entrance and withdrawal, she tightened as hard and fast as she could, her body almost loath to allow the retreat, pulling him in deeper.

He practically snarled and, suddenly, his hand was between her thighs, flicking the sensitive nub of her clit. It was almost angry, his caress, but it drove her to a fever-pitch. Alexander spilled into her just as she screamed her pleasure—her blood coursing like molten lava through her veins, the burn only then beginning to cool.

A tiny voice in the back of Caraway’s mind was horrified at what she had just done. Not at living out her fantasy, but doing it with Brody Bendopolous and Alexander Morningstar.

As she caught her breath and her heartbeat slowed, recovering from only the second orgasm she’d ever had during intercourse, she refused to listen.

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As Caraway lay in her bed the next morning, she decided if she never had to look at any of them again, that would be good. She still couldn’t believe she’d shagged Brody
and
Alexander. That they’d both been inside her at the same time.

It kind of hurt to walk. Scratch that. It hurt a whole fucking lot to walk. She thought about just staying in bed for the rest of the day. And tomorrow.

Of course, then they’d think she was embarrassed. Or avoiding them. Which of course she was, but they didn’t need to know that.

She popped a chocolate into her mouth, letting the wrapper drop to the floor. Not that she cared—it could keep the others company. Caraway wasn’t sure how many she’d eaten, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.

Her mouth was full of chocolate when Brody stuck his head through the door.

“Hey, Cara.” His voice was soft and unsure.

For fuck’s loving sake...
“I’m sick. Go away.” She rolled over, away from him.

“Can I get you something?”

Your immediate spontaneous combustion?
“No.”

“Do you think you will feel better later?” Brody asked, hopefully.

She grumped and pulled the covers over her head. Which, for some reason, Brody took to be an invitation. He plopped onto the bed next to her.

“Last night was great.” He dropped a kiss on her covered head.