Free Hex and the Single Witch by Saranna DeWylde Page A

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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Chapter Ten
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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.
    “For you, maybe.”
    “You little liar. So, were you screaming and riding me like a horse because you were bored?”
    Caraway elbowed him sharply, but Brody knew her too well and dodged the jab.
    “I can barely move.”
    “Too bad.” He slipped his arm around