Page 44 of Shadow Weaver
I broke contact with his neck. Head threw back, gasping for air as an orgasm ripped through me. I clung to him, whimpering as it rushed through my body, decimating every atom and leaving me weak.
His chest rose and fell against my breasts. And slowly, almost painfully, he peeled his fingers from my hips.
I lowered my chin to look down into the face of control. Into eyes swirling with a cosmos of stars and down to a mouth parted and soft, ready for something he was willing never to take. But I wanted a taste. I needed it. I leaned in, my mouth aching to feel his.
A series of sharp warning beeps ripped through the air, and sharp static filled the balcony, jolting us apart, and then a voice followed. One I’d recognize anywhere, and right then, it acted like a bucket of ice water to clear my head.
“All available units to barracks six,” Hyde ordered. “Raiders east of barracks six.”
Brady and I exchanged shocked glances, and then I was off his lap like a shot.
Playtime was over.
Thirteen
We couldn’t leave barracks four unattended, and since I was the only nightblood fueled up, I got to go with Brady, Aidan, Devon, and Harmon. Lloyd, Carlo, and Thomas stayed to man the base, but Thomas wasn’t happy about it.
There was no arguing with Brady and Lloyd, though.
Barracks six was half a mile away. The twins and Harmon shifted to wolf form and shot off ahead. Five AM posts had gone down simultaneously, just before the call from Hyde. Five. How many raiders were in this party? How many cadets were already at barracks six? Hyde wouldn’t have called for backup unless they were short-manned.
Brady and I followed the moonkissed at a run, and more questions pooled in my mind. Was barracks six Hyde’s posting? Was he hurt? Were the raiders still there? What would we find? Brady’s blood rushed through my veins, giving me a boost in power. His body heat still coated my skin, and my cheeks felt flushed, but there was no time to dwell on what had happened between us or what had been about to happen.
The mist was thicker now; my lungs felt the detrimental impact. Brady slowed, and I joined him.
I placed a hand on his bicep. “You okay?”
He punched his chest. “Fucking mist.”
“Yeah, me too.”
We continued at a jog, and then snarls and growls filtered toward us through the mist. Barracks six appeared, a two-story structure with two towers – one on either side. Figures came into view—some armored, some not. They were all in motion, making it impossible to gauge numbers, but there were a lot. A proper skirmish.
I pulled my blade from its holster and attacked a clay-coated figure. It leaped out of range and then swung at me.
A club with spikes.
Old-school, huh?
I brought my blade up to connect with the club with aclang. The metal sliced into the wood and stuck. The fomorian bared its white teeth and then tugged, bringing me and the blade toward him. Shit, he was huge. At least half a head taller than Hyde and wider than Brady. He was a bear, and this close, I felt like a gnat.
I had to let go of my blade, but before I could, a dark shape shot out of the mist and slammed into the fomorian, knocking him off his feet. My blade jolted loose, and I staggered back.
Harmon, in wolf form, locked gazes with me before letting out a lethal snarl and attacking the off-balance fomorian.
Hands cupped my shoulders. “You all right?”
I turned to Hyde and nodded. “I’m okay.” A shadow loomed behind him. “Watch out.” I shoved him aside and brought my blade up in time to intercept a machete bite.
Once again, metal clanged, but this time, there was no sticking. The impact reverberated up my arms and settled in my teeth. I swerved and spun, bringing the blade around and burying it in the fomorian’s side. He grunted in pain but didn’t go down.
Shit. What was he made of?
For a moment, we were locked together, my blade in his torso, his glare on my face, and then I slid my blade out and kicked him in the chest, sending him onto his back. Hyde’s sword arched down onto his neck, finishing him off.
Hyde nodded at me. “Good work.”
And then we were being rushed by two monoliths. We fell back to back on instinct, just like in the catacombs. Ducking and swerving in synchronized unity as we fought off our attackers. But my lungs were growing tight, and my eyes were watering. The mist, the exertion. Shit.
