Hex and the Single Witch by Saranna DeWylde Read Free Book Online Page A

mid-thought. “What’s it to you, anyway?”
    “Shagging Lila is like eating a prime cut of steak.”
    “Not following.” Caraway forgot her earlier embarrassment for the moment. She had to know exactly how the wanton creature who had almost pleasured her on the floor was in any way like consumable bovine.
    Alexander’s delectably hard mouth rose in a devilish half smirk. “Soft and pink in all the right places, marbled to perfection. Delicious. But”—he paused for emphasis—”who would really want that for their every meal?”
    “It’s called fidelity, you shit.”
    “What it’s called is boring.”
    “Well, I’m a boring kind of girl.” Caraway pulled out of his grasp and turned her back to him.
    Caraway found herself pressed against the wall, Alexander’s knee between her thighs, one hand braced on the cool stone next to her and his other hand clamped like a vice around her wrists, holding them to the small of her back.
    She knew she should scream, or kick him—something—but her body was a betrayer, her breath hitching and her panties clinging to wet, swollen flesh.
    “I don’t think so. You’re not boring at all.” He pressed himself closer to her, completing the assault on her senses— his scent, his heat wrapping around her. “Ah, Cara, the things I could do to you,” came the soft promise.
    Her will was gone, but it was easier that way. She couldn’t regret it, because it wasn’t her choice. He had complete control and, from the satisfied gleam in his eyes, he knew it.
    “Tell me to stop, Caraway, because I’m tired of being denied.” His cock was hard against her hip.
    He was ready for her—wanted her with an intensity she’d never had with Brody or anyone else. Caraway had to know what it felt like, to be the focus of all of that need. “Then why do you want me to tell you to stop?” Her reply came on a shaky exhale.
    “If you don’t, I’m going to fuck you right here.”
    “I thought you wanted me with Lila? With Brody?” she taunted. “This—just you and me—it’s not a challenge.”
    “I want you any way I can have you,” Alexander confessed, his breath warm on her cheek.
    His words resonated in her head. You can’t have what you want unless you ask for it. Ask for it? No. Alexander wasn’t the asking type. “I thought you took what you wanted?”
    “I’m not that much of a bastard, Caraway.” He shifted his knee so it rubbed against her clit.
    “Why not?” she asked breathlessly.
    “Is that what you like? A bit of rough?” he growled.
    “Yes,” Caraway admitted.
    He dragged his cheek against hers, the stubble raking her soft skin. “Fear and lust are heady perfumes, little witch. What is it you want you’re so afraid of? Tell me.”
    “You. You’re going to dig into my dark places and pull out every depraved thought I’ve ever had.”
    “Yes,” he promised. “I’ll push you past every limit you’ve ever set for yourself until you’re wholly mine.”
    She shivered. “And what about you, Morningstar? Do you have any limits? What can I do for you except be another notch on your bedpost?”
    “I have limits, Caraway. Pray to your god you never push me past them.”
    “Or what?” she dared. Fear coursed through her veins. His power was immeasurable. He could obliterate her from the fabric of existence if he chose, but his control—his absolute, iron control—that was something she wanted to break. She wanted to see him cloaked in the full mantle of his power, she wanted to touch it. To feel it inside her.
    The flames in his eyes flickered to nothing and an inky blackness spilled over from his irises to colour the whole of his eyes with endless pitch. His tongue forked and flicked at her carotid.
    She worked her cunt against his knee and clung to his shoulders. “Yes, show me more.”
    Long claws dug into her back.
    “Show me everything.” She nipped at the tendon in his shoulder.
    Caraway found herself slammed back against the