Free Hex and the Single Witch by Saranna DeWylde

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