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  "I'm not trying to be a fuckin' hard-ass," Caine drawled, his molasses-thick Southern accent giving me chills. His amber eyes stared into my green ones, and I felt my hands curl into fists as I swallowed down a lump of lust. "I'm just saying, we don't need a man like that coming in and ruining what we got."

  He moved over to stand in front of me, a very impressive six foot five. My hands found the flat planes of his chest, and as soon as our bodies made contact, I got the chills. Goose bumps sprung up across my flesh, and Caine grinned, flashing a bit of fang.

  "You want to lock the door up, sugar?" he whispered, wrapping one, thick muscular arm around my waist and pulling me close.

  "It's midday," I choked out, but his wet blonde hair, and that musky fucking smell … Ugh. "This is why we have so many kids, you know."

  "Let's make a few more," Caine snarled, leaning down and taking my lower lip between his teeth. I groaned and leaned into him, pressing my breasts up against his hard midsection. Spec moved past us and flicked the locks on the doors, pulling the curtains closed. I just hoped we wouldn't miss out on any customers. We were too close to Halloween to close up in the middle of the day, but …

  "Just a quick one," I murmured, and Caine smirked like the badass werewolf he was, lifting me up and setting me on the surface of the counter. He paused as Spec passed by behind me. The vampire stopped walking, undead stillness creeping over him as he stared with lavender eyes in Caine's direction. A quick glance over my shoulder was enough to see that he was picking up on our chemistry; his pupils were dilated, nipples hard beneath his loose tank. Oh, and that bulge in his leather pants? I couldn't possibly miss that. "Join us?"

  Caine growled and nuzzled my neck for a moment, biting me in that sweet spot between my neck and shoulder. With another bestial snarl, he whipped me off the counter into his arms, heading for the consult room just behind and to the left of the front counter.

  It was in here that we sat clients down and talked about spells for sale, or our coven for hire, special order ingredients, that sort of thing.

  Also, this vintage purple chaise that I just had to have … had been violated more than once since we took over the store. Hopefully it wouldn’t break like the damn lawn chair.

  Caine tossed me onto the velvet fabric, and I bounced, letting out a small laugh. It didn't last long though, because he was soon covering me with his massive body and kissing the hell out of me. I had to come up for air, gasping and shaking. Hot, violent need spread through me, especially when he nuzzled my neck again and whispered, "Alpha."

  I wasn't a wolf, but I was Caine's alpha female for all intents and purposes; that fostered a major loyalty between him and me. He was dedicated to me as his mate, his leader, his protector—although I felt like he spent an equal amount of time protecting me.

  Caine sat back, reaching down to remove his belt, and chucking it aside as I sat up and helped Spectre with his leather pants, undoing the button and zipper in record time. Hey, we had four kids under four: we knew how to set up a quickie and make shit happen. Even group quickies we were damn good at.

  Peeling down that tight leather, oh my goddess, it was like unwrapping the best kind of present. Spec's cock sprung out of the tight fabric, and I took him in my hands, rubbing my thumb over a bead of pre-cum on the tip.

  He groaned and let his head fall back, aubergine hair glossy in the candlelight. We always had a good three dozen candles going in the shop. Made for that cozy, witchy atmosphere. Also, you know, when spontaneous sexytimes broke out, it helped with that, too.

  Sliding my tongue around the tip of Spec's cock, I looked up and watched his body shudder in pleasure.

  "Oh, yeah, right there," Spec groaned in that bass-and-electric guitar voice of his. He was in a rock band once; it was at a concert that I first met and fell in love with him.

  Never one to take a back seat to the other men, Caine stood up and moved around behind me. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me back toward him, positioning us with Spec in front, me on all fours, and himself behind. My skirt got pushed up, my panties got torn off and tossed onto a display of raw ingredients bottles (note to self: remove panties before reopening), and I could feel Caine cupping my hot, wet heat in one of his big hands.

  Adjusting my own hand to the base of Spec's cock, I gave him a tight squeeze, and then slid my mouth over the tip. His hips bucked slightly, and he curled his ringed fingers in my hair. "Holy fucking witch hats," he groaned, massaging my scalp as I took him as deeply into my throat as I could.

  Caine teased me with his hand, slipping a finger into my wet heat and making me gasp. Spec liked that, too, feeling me moan and suck on his cock in desperation as Caine worked my body into a frenzy. He climbed up on the chaise behind me, covering my body with his, and reaching around to cup one of my breasts.

  "I'm going to fuck you so hard right now," Caine snarled, biting my earlobe as he teased my breast through my t-shirt. "So hard that Spec can feel it all the way up here." My werewolf husband growled at me, thrusting against my ass in his tight denim jeans. I could feel the material rubbing against my swollen heat, teasing me with the promise of more.

  If I wasn't busy sucking Spec off, I'd have probably snapped at Caine and told him to get to it. Instead, I kept one hand on the back of the chaise to brace myself while the other worked the base of my husband's cock.

  Finally, I though, when Caine reached back and fiddled with his jeans, freeing his shaft and teasing me by sliding it between my folds. I almost choked on poor Spec, overwhelmed by pleasure from down below, my breath coming in frantic, anticipatory gasps. When Caine finally did thrust into me, using one hard, powerful movement of his hips, I let out a pleasured scream that had Spec moaning and writhing against me.

  My body revelled in the pleasure of being filled as Caine fucked me, hard and fast and merciless. This wasn’t lovemaking—he was mating with his alpha. Spec knew he was just along for the ride, letting me control the moment as I sucked and licked at his hot flesh.

  Caine definitely took control, holding tight to my hips as he moved, rocking my body so that my lips slid along Spec's shaft. I was having a hard time holding myself up, so I used a little bit of witchy magic on my blowjob, cooling my mouth and lips down to a near icy temperature, and then heating them back up again.

  The sudden change in temperature dragged Spec over the edge, tearing a wild cry from his throat as he came in my mouth, bucking his hips a few last times before he slumped onto the chaise.

  As he panted and sweated next to me, I collapsed onto the velvet cushion with my head in his lap. My body was warming up to the idea of an orgasm, throbbing and pulsing, warm shudders passing over me. But just when I reached back for my clit, Caine's thrusting slowed … and then stopped.

  "What the fuck?!" he roared, and I flicked my gaze up to find Hex staring down at the three of us.

  "Shit, I didn't know!" he snapped, stumbling back and out of the curtain as Caine stood up, fixing his pants as he went.

  "Oh no you don't!" I choked out, just barely getting up in time to block the werewolf from passing through into the main part of the store. He was riled up from the mating, nostrils flared, pupils dilated. He looked like he was going to fucking kill Hex. "Please, just calm down a minute."

  "I'm gonna rip his fucking head off his shoulders," Caine snarled, and I could see his ears and tail were already out, his teeth had sharpened up, and his claws were extended.

  "Spec, deal with Hex," I said as the vamp stumbled to his feet, fixing his leather pants with his tattooed fingers. He was cursing as he went, but at least he looked like a rational being. Caine Spells was not anywhere near the ballpark of rationality in this moment.

  I grabbed him by the face and kissed him hard, pushing my warm, sweaty body up against his. He tried to resist at first, lured by the temptation of violence, but I grabbed one of his hands and put it right over my cunt.

  That did it.

  He picked me up, s
hoved several glass bottles to the floor—there went three hundred bucks in inventory—and pushed his pants out of the way. When he thrust into me this time, was pure animal, just fucking for the sake of release.

  Bitchin' broomsticks though, I loved it.

  My orgasm hit me first, spurred on by the wild rocking of Caine's huge body. He made me cum so hard that I started to shake, clinging to him for dear life. He wasn’t done though, so even though I was tender and it almost felt too good, I held onto him as he cupped my ass in a vise-grip, eventually coming with a growl and a bite to my neck.

  We held each other until our breathing evened out, and Caine found his calm.

  "You're okay now?" I asked, and he grunted under his breath, pulling back and looking away from me, like he was ashamed. He came from a very strange pack in the south, one that respected his witchy heritage even less than their own wolfblood. He had a lot of shame for his inner animal. "I love you," I whispered after a moment, and his amber eyes snapped over to me.

  "I'm going to kill your new soulmate," he growled, licking his lower lip before adding, "and I love you, too, Graceley. Only with you would I ever …"

  He trailed off as Spectre peeked his head behind the curtain.

  "He's about to bolt. What do you want me to do?" Spec curled the corner of his lip, teasing his piercing with his tongue. Despite his words of encouragement earlier, he looked like he'd be just as happy if Hex Sorciere disappeared completely.

  "Tell him if he leaves, I won't fix his dick!" I yelled, making a beeline for the employee bathroom. I kept a change of clothes in there because, well, you never knew when a spell would backfire on you. That … or when your husbands might tempt you into some sexy times.

  I peed, pulled on fresh panties, and stormed out to the shop where Caine and Spectre were posturing like bodyguards, one on either side of Hex.

  He was standing there with his hands curled into fists, flicking his gaze between the two men and then … over to me. Our eyes caught, and I saw him swallow hard, a muscle ticking in his jaw, his pulse thundering.

  He had a hard-on, too—a huge one.

  I stared at it, and then back up at him when he made a growling noise low in his throat.

  "I guess you really don't need our help anymore?" I asked, glancing down at the magic binding on my wrist. It was still there though, so maybe something else was wrong? Hex blinked at me for a moment, like he had no idea what I was talking about … and then he looked down, too.

  "Fuck, shit," he cursed, turning away and trying to adjust himself. Didn’t work. He was too hard, and too big, and his pants were too tight. Finally, he spun back around, lifted his chin, and flared his nostrils. "I didn't know you guys were … the front door was locked, so I tried the back."

  "Thought you'd just let yourself into our shop? What the fuck?" Caine snapped, taking a menacing step forward. Hex didn’t move, holding his ground with narrowed orange eyes ringed in liner. The angrier he got, the more flecks of red and yellow I could see in his gaze. It was all that demon blood coming to the surface.

  "Your fucking wife's been blowing up my phone," Hex said, and that phrase just pissed both Spec and Caine off to no end. They both moved forward this time, so I stepped up and got between the three men.

  I looked around with my best High Priestess glare, commanding the room. Learned that look from my mother. The best part about it was having the magic to back the threat up. I was the only pure-blooded witch in this room. If I wanted to, I could chuck all three men against the walls with a wave of my hand.

  "Think that gives you the right you spy on us, you fucking pervert?" Caine snarled, but I gave him a look and he quieted with a growl. I turned back to Hex and sighed. He'd literally just seen me with one cock in my mouth, and the other ramming me from behind. How much more awkward could things really get?

  "So your, uh, problem has fixed itself?" I asked, gesturing in the direction of Hex's crotch. I was trying to be polite, but his eyes widened like I'd slapped him clear across the face. He really was gorgeous though, dressed in a red t-shirt that showed off every rippling muscle in his shoulders, chest, and belly. His jeans were tight, his boots just rough enough to be charming, and his orange-streaked black hair was stunning in the candlelight.

  "Fixed?" he hissed, gritting his teeth. "Oh, it's far from fixed." He pointed right at me, and I could see he was quivering with frustration and anger. "And I bet you know exactly how and why."

  "Me?" I asked, blinking stupidly back at him.

  "You did this to me!" Hex accused, looking suddenly pained. "You must've, because how the hell else do you explain this?" He gestured at his crotch again, but since I had no idea what was going on, I just stared. "I only get hard when you're around!" he roared which … shocked the holy spelling shit out of me.

  "What?!" I asked, just before Spec asked the same thing.

  "What the hell are you talking about?" Spectre ground out, taking a step closer. Hex just flared his nostrils and continued to stare accusingly in my direction.

  "I can only get it up when I see you. Explain that shit."

  "You explain that shit!" I choked out, taking a step back. I had literally no idea how to respond to his statement or his accusation. I mean, come on, what the fuck?! He was only getting hard for me? I mean, there were spells out there like that, cantrips made to keep cheating husbands faithful … But I had never met Hex before our brief encounter in the shop, and I certainly had no intention or desire to spell him into sex with me.

  Hex turned away and paced in a tight circle, raking his fingers through his hair.

  "So, no, my problem is not solved." He paused and looked at me with a mixture of suspicion and desperation. "If you needed help with your fucking spell, all you had to do was ask. Why cast this shit on me?"

  "I didn't cast that on you," I ground out, getting frustrated. "And really? All I needed to do was ask? It's a blessing you're having problems with your dick." I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down, right into those big, orange eyes of his. I knew my hair was mussy, my clothes disheveled, and I probably smelled like sex, but damn it, I was going to stand my ground and not get turned-on by Hex's sandalwood and cinnamon scent.

  He scowled at me, getting up close and personal with my boots. We were toe-to-toe there for a moment, and I knew it was only a matter of time before Spec and Caine jumped in and beat the shit out of the asshole.

  "You cast this spell. Who else would be interested in making sure I was hard only for you, huh? I mean come the hex on."

  "I don't know!" I snapped back, getting in his face. "But I didn't do it."

  "You did so," he growled back, as our hair began to swirl in a magical breeze. Uh-oh. Arguments between witches could get heated. Hex swallowed again and stepped back, raking his inked fingers through his hair several times as he cast a wounded glance back in my direction. "What-the-fuck-ever. I just want it to stop."

  "Well, I've ordered supplies for the E.D., but I'll need to research this … new development." I sighed, closed my eyes, and reached up to rub at the bridge of my nose in frustration. "Anything else I need to know about your dick before I start whipping up spells?"

  Hex looked right at me, reached down, and unbuttoned his jeans.

  Caine let out a growl, and Spec cursed under his breath, but before either of my well-meaning husbands could beat the shit out our new soulmate, Hex flashed his purple dick at us.

  And well, that was all she wrote.

  Last night … worst night of my fucking life, I swear to goddess.

  "Tell it again!" Connard chortled, rolling around in a sea of catnip on his furry black back. "Oh, please! More, more!" I glared at him as he continued to laugh, reveling in my frustration.

  I can't believe I showed that witch and her asshole husbands my cock. But sitting here in the bath, with my flaccid purple penis floating beneath the water, I knew I was in crisis mode central.

  "She said she could help me if I
came over with the original spell," I growled out, wishing I could magic the gods-damned cat out the window. For fucking real, he was such a piece of shit. Most half-breed witches didn't get familiars, so why me? Felt like a curse sometimes. "So that's what I'm gonna do—stop by Violet's and give her flowers or some shit, and then sneak off to get my dick fixed."

  "Have you ever considered just telling Vy what you're up to? That your dick doesn't work and that you're an idiot who doesn't listen to his much-smarter-than-him familiar? Oh, and don't forget to tell her that you've dyed your cock a lovely shade of royal purple. Many women have dildos in that color. Perhaps she won't mind?"

  I scoffed and leaned forward, pulling out the plug to let the bath drain. If I didn't soak in hot water at least once a day, my wings gave me hell. I could feel them, throbbing just beneath the surface of my skin, waiting to burst out. Being a half-breed sucked.

  "I'm not telling Vy shit," I snapped back, standing up and dressing myself in my best jeans, a black button-up, and boots. I wanted to look good … for Violet. I mean, she was my fiancée, right? I didn't love her, but I'd been destined to marry her since birth, so I may as well make the best of it.

  "You're going to fuck this up, and make an ass out of yourself. Mark my words," Connard said, trotting after me as I headed toward the front door. "And this time, I'm going to come and watch you screw it all up."

  "Suit yourself," I growled, snatching my bag of supplies and heading out the door. I could hear some members of the coven downstairs, but I didn't bother stopping in. If my grandmother wanted me there, she'd have told me. And whatever business Coven Wyrmwood was up, was not my business until instructed otherwise. That was up to the Three, and then my grandmother as High Priestess, and then, after I got married, it'd be Vy's problem.

  It was most definitely not mine.

  I shoved my spell crap in the saddlebag, put Connard's stupid ass little helmet on, and climbed on my bike. It was a Harley Sport Glide with a custom paint job, chrome detailing, and a red leather seat. It was the only thing in my life besides my grandmother and my idiot cat that I really cared about. Well, okay, maybe my best friend, Angelina, too. Sorry to say it, but I was a shallow, jaded asshole.