Possession of the Soul (19 page)

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“
Chax!”
The Master yelled in his head, awakening him and Hoyt.

Chax looked around the room. Tabatha was sound asleep, but Hoyt had woken as well.

“Yes?” They said simultaneously.

“I have just gotten done questioning Tabatha’s godfather, the weasel that threatened your mate. The threat is bigger than Nicholas. Both of you need to be prepared. This matter isn’t over.”

“Thank you, Master. Hoyt and I already suspected that little man couldn’t be the only one to threaten her. We’ll be ready.”

“Don’t hesitate to call for help. You have served me well, and this union means more than the three of you realize.”

Chax studied his counter mate, Hoyt, who nodded his head. They glanced down at their woman and curled tighter around her, vowing no one would hurt her again.

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Wol-itelm awakened from his deep sleep and scanned his living quarters. Something had roused him, but he couldn’t figure out what. Sitting up, he stretched and searched the galaxies below, stopping at the distant planet Earth. Forces other than his mates had been awakened on Earth. They were now rousing, and it seemed it wouldn’t be as long as he thought to join his mates, after all. He just hoped this new problem wasn’t a threat to those whom he loved. They needed some peace.

Getting out of bed, he frowned. It seemed that he needed to investigate and report to the Others. Disappearing from the room, he took on the form of the dragon.

 
The Others are awakening. Be prepared. Something is changing on Earth, and I can’t tell if it’s good,
Wol-itelm warned Hoyt and Chax.

 
Soon, my mates! Soon we’ll be one and nothing will tear us apart.
Wol-itelm flew to his friend’s palace, knowing the other Anasazis would be there soon.

Book Two: Hearts Betrayal

Realm of the Royal Lights

Prologue

The atmosphere surrounding the individual homes of the Anasazi flashed with colors of red, blue, green, yellow, red, and purple, indicating they were awake. Birds of their realm squawked, whispers of the Guardians below could be heard by all, and the sour smell of their nervousness filled the air as it always did upon their first awakening.

Wol-itelm paced his home, waiting for word from the other Anasazi. He glanced over at Therbelenth, the Anasazi’s enforcer and all-seeing eyes. “Do we know what has caused the disturbance on this planet? I don’t like sitting here waiting when I have mates there.” A distant boom had him turning his head toward the large doors leading outside. “Cywdyn-qua has awoken and she’s not happy.” He smirked, knowing Cywdyn-qua, one of the few Anasazi females, loved her sleep. The last time someone had woken her up, her creative form of punishment had various worlds talking about it for centuries. Wol-itelm cupped his balls at the thought of such torment.

Therbelenth stood and stretched his seven-foot frame. He glanced at Wol-itelm and tilted his head to the side, his long black and red hair covering part of his face. “You know you can’t go to that dirt ball of a planet without a guide, and with the disturbance going on there right now, it is especially important.”

Wol-itelm turned and walked to the door. “I don’t know why I can’t see what’s causing this rift. I should be able to see it, but for some reason I can’t.”

Therbelenth stepped to his side and clapped him on the back. “Garyst is here. Your waiting is over, I believe.”

Panic stabbed item in the heart.
“I’m coming soon, Tabatha.”

Focusing again on his companion, Wol-itelm turned and faced the doorway. “Who will be my mentor and guide?”

A bright flash of green lit the area, and Garyst moved into the room, his full, green beard and mustache twitching with amusement. Laughing, the bald-headed man held out his hand to Wol-itelm.

“You
are
in a hurry, aren’t you? It seems I will be your mentor.” He turned and nodded to Therbelenth. “But Therbelenth is also going with you. He is to find the source of this disturbance and report back to us.”

“You will go to this sublunary world and investigate.” Garyst raised his hand, stopping Therbelenth’s protest. “I know you don’t want to go, but Wol-itelm will be too busy with his mates to be of any help. We’ve learned the power source is moving closer toward your mates, Wol-itelm. This is one reason why we’re letting you go now without proper training. However, I must warn you, I’ll be watching every step you take. Well, most of them, anyway.” Garyst put his hands behind his back. “You are a lucky man to find your mates. I can’t wait to meet them. Now, both of you go.”

Chapter One

The blue sun blazed down on the green valley. Animals of even odder colors and different shapes moved below Tabatha.
Where the hell am I? This has to be a dream.

“Your body is sleeping, but I’ve called your spirit here. I wanted to see you one more time alone before I join you on your planet.” Wol-itelm’s dragon form stared down at Tabatha, and she smiled, remembering the ride he had given her the last time she had been with him. The beauty of his homeland had given her many pleasant memories.

“You carry my mark now, as does Hoyt, Chax, and many others.” Wol-itelm used one clawed finger to trace the tattoo on Tabatha’s breast. “Lovely.” A small puff of smoke rose up out of his nose, his eyes flashed red, and Wol-itelm’s long, powerful tail swished behind him. His fingertip warmed her skin. “We don’t have much time. Chax and Hoyt have done well to protect you, but I’m afraid others will see your union as a threat.” He raised his mighty head, eyes glazing over as a small flame escaped his mouth. He dropped his hand to his side.

Tabatha grinned, thinking of the first time she had spoken with Wol-itelm. It all seemed such a long time ago, when, in reality, it had only been a few months since she’d been introduced to all three of her mates on the same day. But Wol-itelm’s words also brought a memory, and she shivered as she visualized the last time she’d seen her former boss, Kenneth. He had tried to hurt her and her mates. As a result, he had been hauled away by two demons.

Wol-itelm turned his gaze on her. “What’s wrong?” His warm breath heated her skin and chased the goose bumps away.

“I was just thinking about the first time I met all of you. In a way, I have Kenneth to thank for bringing all of you into my life. I mean, if he hadn’t used that spell to try and call Chax, I wouldn’t have met him, and god knows how long Hoyt would have waited to make his move.” Tabatha snarled the last part. “To think all this time he knew he was my mate and did nothing. Maybe it is time that all three of us pay a visit to Hoyt’s club.”

Tabatha leaned closer to him. “From what I hear, there’s a special room there that has all sorts of adult toys we can try out. I would love to strap Hoyt down and have my way with him for all those months I went without having sex before I met him.” She wiggled her eyebrows, trying to get Wol-itelm to smile.

He threw his head back and laughed. “Honey, I don’t need toys to please you. Remember, I’m a god.” He reached down to cup her breast and pinched the nipple. “There are many things I can do to this luscious body, but the thought of Hoyt strapped down does sound interesting.”

Desire spread through Tabatha and settled in her pussy.

She grabbed onto Wol-itelm’s thick scaly skin and shook as a powerful orgasm forced her legs to tremble. “Damn, between Chax’s pierced cock, Hoyt’s long tongue, and your gifts, I’m in real trouble.” Tabatha pushed her hair back out of her face and glanced up. Once again Wol-itelm was far away, his gaze fixed on the horizon, but yet he still could see nothing.

“What’s wrong?” Tabatha reached up and wrapped her arms around his thick neck, squeezing.

“Lilith is determined to stir up trouble, I’m afraid. She’ll pay you a visit tonight,” he mumbled. “One day we’ll make this world ours. Our children will be a new race, far superior to those of Earth. However, once we are truly joined, I’m afraid your family will always be hunted.”

“I don’t understand. If we’re such a threat, shouldn’t I just leave? I don’t want to cause my mates or you any pain.” A herd of purple-and-green buffalo-like creatures moved around them, their size twice that of the ones on her planet.

She stepped back as he brought his head up to stare down at her. “You would leave us and your family so this wouldn’t happen?” His gaze slid down her naked body.

She crossed her arms over her breasts. “If it would mean everyone would survive, I would. You know this.” Tabatha kicked at a rock and stubbed her toe. “Damn.” She hopped on one foot, rubbing her foot, glaring at him.

A deep rumbling laugh rose out of the dragon. His voice, deep, hot and sexy, sent a pulse of heat to pussy again.

She stumbled, but Wol-itelm grasped her arm before she could fall. He lowered his mighty head. His nostrils flared, and his long, thick tongue swiped across his mouth. “Your smell entices me like no other’s has in a long time. Go now, I can’t be with you yet, but I’ve been given permission to go to Earth, so we’ll be together soon.”

She straightened her shoulders and poked a finger in his face. “Don’t make me wait too long, Christmas is right around the corner and I want all three of you with me.”

“Be careful, Tabatha. There are many who don’t want this union—some of those who are close to you.”

His last words echoed in her mind, and the glow of his eyes was the last thing she saw before everything went dark.

 
What are you doing now? Where are you?

With her questions unanswered, Tabatha sat up in bed and gazed around her. On either side of her body, her mates still lay asleep. They snored, not moving even when Tabatha slowly pushed their arms off of her. Chax’s tail curled under his legs and rested over hers. Transforming into her wolf form, Tabatha quietly escaped, shifting back to her human shape as she hit the floor.

As she stood, she tried to imagine the pleasures Wol-itelm could give her, carnal delights unknown to anyone on this planet. Desire swirled through her, and Tabatha’s pussy tightened.

On the way out of the bedroom, she grabbed her robe and noticed the dragon tattoo moving. She jumped. “What the hell!”

The dragon raised its head and gazed up at her, winking.

She giggled when a small puff of steam rose from her breast. Her nipples hardened, and she moaned. Tabatha had no doubt Wol-itelm would always keep her blood boiling with need. Slipping the robe on, she covered the tattoo and ignored him as she glanced at the clock. One in the morning, but Tabatha would need something stronger then beer to help her sleep tonight. A shot of tequila just might do the trick. Her body still sore from her mates love making two hours before, she slowly made her way toward the kitchen.

It was nice and quiet in the house. She pushed open the kitchen door. The smell of steak, her favorite meal, still lingered from their earlier dinner. At a cupboard, she grabbed a glass and the bottle of tequila, pouring herself a shot all the while gazing at the new snow that had fallen outside. Cold tequila ran over her hand, jarring her attention back to her mundane task.

“Bottoms up.” Tabatha’s throat burned, and her stomached warmed as the fiery liquid entered her system. She held the empty shot glass as she admired the snow sparkling like a swath of diamonds in the moonlight.

“Good evening, Tabatha,” an unfamiliar female voice spoke behind her.

The shot glass dropped into the sink, clattering and clinking loudly. Tabatha spun around to come face to face with what appeared to be a human female with rotten teeth. The smell that radiated from her made Tabatha’s stomach pitch up and down. Even her eyes watered from the stench filling the room, one like a shit house on a humid summer day.

 
“This is Lilith, Chax’s mother, whom I told you about earlier,”
Wol-itelm’s voice sounded in her head.

Tabatha growled and stood ready to fight, the warmth from the tequila long forgotten. She had to be certain Wol-itelm was correct about Lilith. “Who are you and why are you in my home?”

“I’m Lilith, Chax’s mother. I’ve come to warn you. You must refuse Chax as your mate.” Lilith moved around the kitchen table. Her skin stretched, bones crunched, and her clothes changed from a human’s garb to what looked like a dress of crap. Black-and-green horns protruded from her head. Her eyes, the pupils black with dark-red irises, stared hard at Tabatha. Filthy green bows hung throughout her greasy, knotted hair. The stench of dung and decay grew stronger, and Tabatha’s stomach threatened to rebel.

“I’ll not refuse Chax or any of my mates. Neither you nor anyone else will stop us from joining!” Tabatha slowly moved so her back was to the kitchen door.

Lilith snarled and scraped her claws against her countertop. The screeching sound reminded Tabatha of one of her school teachers who used to scratch her nails on the chalk board. It was a sound that had always made her cringe.

Tabatha’s breast burned where the dragon lay. A fiery sensation traced up her chest to her neck. She sensed the dragon watching Lilith.

“My son needs to take his place next to the Master! He can’t have a human for a mate! I won’t allow it. You best take my advice, dear. I didn’t spread my legs to Bael for nothing! I give you two days to decide.” Her rotten teeth snapped together, her gaze landing on the dragon tattoo. She froze.

“And if I refuse?” said Tabatha. “Do you really think I’m afraid of you, because if you do, then think again!” Anger worked through her body. To think this filthy thing was Chax’s mother—how disgusting! Chax had to have gotten his appearance from his father, that’s all there was to it.

“Then you’ll die! I don’t care if Wol-itelm himself approves of you.” The hag gestured to the dragon on her skin.

A furious hiss arose from the tattoo. Heat burned Tabatha’s skin where Wol-itelm’s image lay.

“You have two days!” The she-demon growled and disappeared from the room, but not before she twirled, sending a shower of shit all over the kitchen, coating Tabatha as well. She ran to the sink and vomited tequila and the remnants of her supper. The vile, runny fecal matter dripped down her neck where Wol-itelm watched. To say the shit hit the proverbial fan was an understatement. She busted out laughing and then glanced at the kitchen. It was trashed, and it would take her hours to clean it alone.