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her doing the same to him. Her hot pink tongue sliding inside his ass, that huge cock to follow... He bobbed faster, took it deeper into his throat. Brody opened his eyes to look up at his lover.
    Her dainty wings had become more solid, veiny and bright.
    They held her aloft and those muscled thighs came to rest on his shoulders as the fairy’s hips jerked to fuck his mouth.
    Brody slipped his hand between them and was surprised to find she still had her female organ. It had simply retreated— small and cloven, like a bisected peach—to make way for the dominance of the male. He worked his first finger inside the slick orifice, then eased his middle finger into her anal cleft.
    The Valentine fairy’s cock surged in his mouth at the invasion, but Brody didn’t stop. He thrust inside both orifices simultaneously and her hot jism filled his mouth. He was pleased it, too, tasted like cherry candy.
    Clarabelle sagged against the wall as she floated down, the harsh male features seeming to melt into her feminine form as she struggled to catch her breath. “So I guess maybe you do like me after all.” She gave a breathless giggle.
    “Clarabelle!” Coriander Wormwood’s shout shattered their idyll.
    Balls . He didn’t want to deal with his ex’s self-righteous cousin at the moment. He licked his lips and savoured the last taste of Clarabelle.
    The fairy righted her skirt. “You know, she’s not going to leave you or me alone until you talk to Caraway and at least offer some kind of explanation.” She flipped up her skirt to flash him. “You can have this again when you get back.” Then she pushed him away. “Now get out of here, unless you want to deal with Coriander.”
    She was right. Caraway would never call off the harpies until she got an explanation. With a heavy sigh, he admitted to himself that she deserved one. Cara was a good witch— she’d put up with a lot of shit from him and he’d not treated her well at all. Brody was still afraid to tell her the truth.
    Fuck, was he a troll or a man? He was a troll. He’d troll up and lay it out on the table like he should have to start with.
    Brody’d done the same with Clarabelle and it had got him precisely what he wanted.
    He reasoned he owed it to her, especially since she was making a fool of herself with Morningstar—he went through lovers faster than a twice moon-cursed witch went through tampons.
    Although he could see the attraction of the heir to all Evil.
    He most certainly could.
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Chapter Three
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    “So, you and Bendopolous have fallen out?” Morningstar asked after the rest of the students had left for the evening.
    “And what’s it to you?” Caraway tossed her head in defiance of whatever plot he’d hatched in his Infernal brain.
    “It’s nothing to me, but obviously everything to you.” He stepped into the sallow light of the candelabra, the dingy colour of the tallow light somehow making his dark countenance even more perfect.
    Not that she noticed he was perfect, or handsome, or...
    “Shove off. All you ever do is talk about Bendopolous. Why don’t you fuck him?”
    “Not my thing.” Alexander shrugged, unfazed by the insinuation. He reclined nonchalantly in the seat next to her.
    “But you—you might be my thing.” He eyed her appreciatively.
    “Only because I was dating Bendopolous,” she retorted, though secretly the idea thrilled her and she could feel the flush that started with the heat between her thighs and was quickly scorching up her body to her face. She turned on him, irritated he’d affected her so. “Morningstar is too grand for the likes o’ poor wittle Wormwood,” she mocked.
    “So you know your place. That’s good, Caraway, girl. We can work with that.” He smirked.
    Caraway brought her hand across the lean marble of his cheek, her palm imprinting itself with an angry red stain.
    If Caraway thought Morningstar would be motivated to violence, she was mistaken.