Spell-Weaver by Angela Addams Read Free Book Online

moving to him. “Maybe I can do something.” She laid her palms on the sides of his head and he couldn’t help but raise his hands to her hips, pulling her closer so that she was cradled between his knees.
    He closed his eyes as another wave of pain hit. His wolf rearing within as Summer traced her fingers along his skin—seemingly mindless wandering, but he could tell by the frown that tugged her brow that she was assessing, tasting the magic that was killing him. He wondered what she felt, what her innate Huntress sensed.
    Her magic came slowly—tentatively, weak, but still, it came like a current flowing through him. Her power pushed the poison back, letting his wolf stand down, rest, if only for a moment. This was different than Aubrey’s magic—more powerful, yes, but something else too, like his body had a taste of an antidote. He sucked in a deep breath, his muscles easing somewhat, his wolf pacing to the forefront, awareness of the Huntress pulling its attention.
    â€œShe is here. You will live.”
    And he did feel better, his body pumping with energy—only a fragment of his usual self, but better than he’d been in months. The knife wound to his shoulder started to heal at rapid pace. He could feel the torn flesh knitting itself back together, like his body could finally focus fully on mending this other wound.
    After only a few moments, Summer pulled her hands away and stumbled back, pushing out from between his legs.
    â€œI need to sleep,” she mumbled.
    Dyami stood, watched as she shimmied out of her clothes with little care for what he’d see. Her bra and panty combo were pink and black, decorated with little skulls. He thought it was cute. So cute he wanted to rip them off her delicious little body and take a sniff before ravishing her so completely she wore a smile for days. Sex drive was obviously amplified by whatever her magic had done for him.
    But he held back. Where he had renewed energy, she did not. She moved around the room in a kind of daze, her fatigue so evident he thought she might be asleep already, the price she paid for him. Her magic had a cost.
    She walked to the door, traced her finger over the lock. “Protection,” she mumbled before shuffling to the bed and practically face-planting herself there.
    He hovered over her a second later, fingers twitching to run along the curve of her spine, over the mounds of her beautiful ass, tease a little under the lace border of her panties. She took a deep breath, her body relaxing, her eyelashes fluttering. Asleep.
    With a sigh, he shook his head, tugged the sheet over her and moved to the door, hoping it wasn’t warded to keep him in. She’d given him a gift, one he couldn’t squander. He needed to scout around for a proper meeting location, figure out a way to lure those Hunters there for a little chat.
    Chat. Ya, right.
    This was going to be a fight to the death. No way would a Hunter give up his mate. Dy knew that for certain, ’cause he would never consider giving up Summer to anyone. The thought alone made his wolf rally, roaring within. Mine.
    He shook his head again, glancing over his shoulder to her peacefully sleeping body. She was his. As complicated as it all was, they belonged together. He felt that right down to his bones. Poison or no poison, he wanted to spend his future with her, and that meant getting rid of the threat of her Hunter once and for all.
    Hopefully Mayhem and the boys would get their asses there in time. Hopefully Dy would figure out how to free his wolf, and get rid of the poison and…
    He sighed again.
    Hopefully, yeah. Piece of fucking cake.

Chapter Eight
    Summer woke to the sound of the shower running, daylight streaming into the room from a little slit in the curtains, and the most raging female hard-on a girl could possibly possess.
    She pushed herself up on the bed, recalling the events of the past twenty-four hours with a strangely