Wolves’ Bane by Angela Addams Read Free Book Online

annoyed with both Lance for his tactless interference and himself for groping Morgan while he slept. Luckily, Morgan didn’t seem too bothered by it, but really, he needed to get himself under control. This was all new to her—the last thing she needed was some Neanderthal move like cupping her breast. He might have been sex deprived, and Morgan might have been marked as his mate, but that didn’t give him a green light for frat-boy shit.
    “The Oracle wants to see you,” Ken said as he poked his head out from the kitchen, a huge deli sandwich halfway to his mouth.
    Cal brushed his fingers against Morgan’s lower back, fighting the urge to spread his hand over the tantalizing curve there. “I’m going to get you settled in your room. You need some sleep.”
    Morgan nodded as she rubbed her eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty exhausted—too exhausted to bug you about who the Oracle is.”
    He motioned for her to go up the stairs. “I’ll give you all of the details you want and need to know. I promise. But first you must get some sleep.”
    Morgan gasped and grabbed his left arm, halting him mid-step and pulling him down to examine his tattoo. “It’s a wolf. Of course, it’s a wolf.”
    He closed his eyes for half a second, reveling in her touch as she traced the design. Under her fingers, the symbol came to life, shooting jolts of pleasure through his body with such intensity he thought he might come right then and there.
    So much for keeping things under control.
    He dropped her duffle bag to the floor and laid his other hand over hers so he could gently pry her fingers away, clearing his throat as he did.
    “It’s the symbol of the Order and it’s imbued with magic. I can use it to find you. When you trace it…well…it just feels really damn good.”
    Morgan looked up at Cal, eyes going wide with understanding. “Oh,” she said as she looked down at his arm again. “So, you like it when I touch you?”
    When she looked back up at him, it was through her eyelashes, a coy gesture that did nothing to hide a sparkle of interest there.
    Does she want me? Now?
    He cleared his throat again as he quickly bent down to retrieve her bag. “We have a lot to talk about, Morgan, but first rest.”
    She watched him as he straightened and secured the bag over his shoulder, staring for a moment longer before blowing out a burst of breath that lifted her bangs from her face. Cal motioned for her to move ahead of him with a shrug, she finally nodded and slowly began her trek up the stairs, her exhaustion evident in every dragging step. He might have been a horny fool, but he knew the need for sleep when he saw it.
    They continued in silence down the long hallway, their feet barely making a sound on the plush carpet. Their room was located in the west wing, the part of the grand estate that boasted large suites, space reserved for each bonded couple. At the moment, there were three couples—including him and Morgan—only one of which was bonded.
    But that will be remedied as soon as Morgan gets some rest.
    The east wing was where the Hunters slept and trained. Until they reached the peak of their powers, and their Huntresses were found, they had no need for luxuries, just a hot shower, lots of food and a comfortable cot. The rest of their time was spent training. It was a simple life, but one that had suited Cal as long as he could remember. Being the only Hunter actually born of a Huntress, he’d lived at Wolves’ Bane his entire life. So this was, and always would be, home.
    He opened the door to their room and watched with concealed amusement as Morgan’s smile grew wide—beaming, in fact. He had never understood the need for such luxury until that very moment. Obviously, it was for the Huntress’s pleasure that they catered to her in such a way.
    “Like it?”
    Morgan took a few steps into the room and turned in a slow circle, her eyes appraising each feature. “It’s beautiful.”
    Cal followed her in, deposited