Spell-Weaver by Angela Addams Read Free Book Online Page A

detached feeling—not unlike how she normally dealt with things she couldn’t explain, just more intense in this case. Shit happened, sometimes crazy, bat-shit shit that was barely believable, but she’d handle it. Somehow.
    So she had magical powers that seemed to float into her mind at odd times, taking the shape of symbols she couldn’t exactly read, but just knew, deep down, what they were good for and who they could help. No biggie. She shrugged. Mysterious symbols imbued with power. Yeah, totally normal. At least her mind was acting like that was totally normal—natural, intuitive even. Like the markings she’d used on Dyami earlier. The poison he’d spoken of was something she could feel, a nasty taste in her mouth that was both bitter and yet familiar somehow. She’d etched a series of symbols on his forehead, shoved the poison back as much as she could before her energy just petered out. It was a temporary fix—she understood that instinctively . She wondered if there was something more permanent she could do to help him.
    She ran her hand through her hair, cringed at the greasy feeling that greeted her. She needed a shower too. Her gaze strayed to the door that led to the bathroom. Dyami was in the shower, all those wiry muscles of his, soapy, slick, water sluicing. She licked her lips, ran her fingers down the curve of one breast and lingered over a nipple.
    Carpe diem.
    There was something about that man that pulled her in, had from the very first time she’d seen him. What better opportunity than now to take him for a test run?
    Steam from the bathroom billowed out as she slipped in. Sealing her fate with no hesitation.
    â€œSummer?” Dyami poked his head from the shower, his hair covered with soapy foam.
    Summer met his gaze with a shy smile, or rather, sly smile as she pulled the straps of her bra—one then the other—down her arms, then unlatched the clasp at the front. “I’m dirty.”
    He raked her body with a look so scorching her nipples actually throbbed. “Oh really?”
    She nodded as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. “Got room in there for me?”
    He slid the curtain open, revealing an impressive display of muscle, tanned skin, tattoos and cock. Big, bold, ramrod hard and standing at attention—he was a god of sex to be sure. Summer slipped her panties down her legs, licked her lips again before climbing into the sultry heat of Dyami’s shower.
    The water hit her body, a hot spray on her back, and she moaned as the first drops slid between her ass cheeks. Dyami gripped her face, hands on either side, angling her for a breathtaking kiss as he plunged his tongue fast, deep and hard.
    She gasped, pressed herself up against him and ran her fingers along his side, loving the feel of his cock pressed to her stomach—throbbing, nudging, hot. Her pussy clenched, her clit ached. She wanted to get fucked, up against the wall, bent over the counter, on the floor. Whatever, however, she didn’t care, as long as this man put his cock in her now.
    She slipped her hands between them, seconds away from gripping her prize when he gave a low chuckle. He released her mouth and spun her around, making her dizzy in the process.
    â€œYou said you were dirty. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”
    She opened her mouth to protest and all that came out was a deep moan as Dyami slid his fingers over her shoulders, digging into her muscles and working out the kinks she hadn’t even known were there. His hands were magic. With one hand kneading, he reached past her to the shelf and retrieved a small bottle of something. He poured a glob along her collarbone then grabbed a facecloth to follow as it slowly began to slide down her body.
    His fingers glided from her shoulder to trail down the curve of her waist. He circled around to her stomach before laying his palm flat. With a firm hand, Dy pressed her