IceSurrender by Marisa Chenery Read Free Book Online

There’s a chance he won’t survive it. Not when it does this to him. One
of you wolf brothers has to bite him. At least that way he’ll be immortal.”
    Edensaw gave her a sad look. “We can’t. We all gave our word
to Ryder we wouldn’t turn him. In the visions his ancestor sent him, it shows
he’s not a werewolf once he’s achieved them.”
    “We have to do something for him,” Wren said sharply.
    Eryn came to Wren’s side and put her arm around her waist.
“We can keep him cool. If his fever spikes too high, one of the guys can get
him into a bath with cold water. I doubt we’ll be able to get him to swallow
anything that will bring it down when he’s like this. Plus, I doubt Ryder’s
ancestor would do anything to put Ryder’s life in jeopardy. This has to be a
side effect of the changes going on inside him.”
    Wren wanted to agree with Eryn about the first sentinel
shaman not doing anything harmful to Ryder, but seeing him like this was
ramping up her anxiety. Memories of nursing her mother kept rising to the
surface of her mind, ones she’d done her best to keep buried for the last few
years.
    Cassidy stood. “I’m going to get some wet washcloths to put
on Ryder’s forehead. We’ll keep watch over his fever, and as Eryn said, if it
gets too high, we’ll put him in a cool bath.”
    Wren nodded. She stepped away from Eryn and sat on the empty
spot on the bed next to Ryder. She felt the heat roll off him as she tugged the
covers down to his stomach. She would have stretched out beside him and cuddled
close, but she would only increase the temperature of his body if she did that.
    Cassidy left, then came back with a cool washcloth. Wren
placed it on Ryder’s forehead. With a promise to look in on them from time to
time, everyone left Wren alone with Ryder.
    She knew full well she couldn’t sit there and just stare at
him, willing him to wake up. She’d go crazy if she did. Wren snagged the remote
and switched on the TV. As she looked for something to watch, she thought of
what she and Ryder had done in his dream before his ancestor had shown up.
    There was no way they could go back to the way they’d once
been. Not after he’d done all those delicious things to her. Ryder had touched
her and her body had gone up in flames. And when he’d gone down on her, he
hadn’t just given her pleasure, he’d feasted on her. Wren’s only regret was
they’d been interrupted before they’d gotten to the really good part. She’d
been so close to having all of Ryder’s cock buried deep inside her pussy.
    Wren looked at Ryder and caressed his stubbled cheek. Now
that she understood why he’d tried to keep his distance from her, she wouldn’t
pressure him as much as she’d been doing. But inside his dreams, there didn’t
have to be any holding back. They could enjoy each other with no repercussions.
    She took Ryder’s arm out from under the covers and linked
their fingers together. Wren had long decided he was hers. She loved him,
though she hadn’t told him yet. She’d stay by his side while he went through
whatever this was to gain his full powers. Wren only hoped it wouldn’t take
many more episodes. This one was worrisome enough. As had happened with her
mother, she hated the fact she couldn’t do anything to make Ryder better.
Feeling powerless was not something she liked.
    * * * * *
    Ryder slowly came to wakefulness but kept his eyes closed.
It felt as if he’d been run over by a Mack truck, then had it back up and run
over him again. His body ached, even his eyeballs. He lifted his hands and
rubbed his aching temples.
    “Ryder? How are you feeling?”
    He blinked open his eyes to find Wren sitting on the bed
beside him, hovering over him. “Like a big bag of shit.”
    She smiled, then gave him a big kiss. “You had me worried.”
    “What happened?”
    “You don’t remember what your ancestor did to you in your
dream?”
    Now he did. At Wren mentioning it, Ryder remembered his
ancestor