Possession of the Soul by Trinity Blacio Read Free Book Online

side and watched his clawed hand sink into the other leather couch, putting holes in it. Her gaze drifted to his pitch-black eyes as he leapt to his feet. At least that is what she thought until she looked again, they were dark blue. She sensed he could attack at any moment.
    “But, I find myself in a predicament, and I think the both of you can help me out.” Chax watched Hoyt and unlocked his arm from around Tabatha’s waist.
    Slowly Tabatha stood up, afraid any sudden movement might escalate their problem. Chax reached for his beer as she stepped around the coffee table. Her legs shook so hard she wasn’t sure how she was even able to move. Tabatha returned to Hoyt’s arms, once again feeling safe.
    Shane moved around the couch to stand beside Hoyt.
    “You’ve made your point,” Hoyt snarled, “so get on with it.” Tension lurked in his voice, and his arms tightened around her.
    Tabatha nestled her face against Hoyt’s neck, closing her eyes for a moment. His hand slipped under her outfit and rubbed her belly, but didn’t move any farther. She let the breath she had been holding in go and opened her eyes.
    With her view partially obscured, Tabatha concentrated on the man-demon across from them. His wide jawline and high cheekbones only enhanced his looks. Anyone who stared long enough into his hypnotic eyes could get lost in them. Tabatha lowered her gaze to his body, which had what could have been described as a weightlifter’s physique. Muscles pushed against his pants and shirt. His feet were enormous.
      Hmm, I wonder if it’s true that a man’s size can be judged by his feet?
    “You don’t need to know what size he is. You should be worrying about taking me,” Hoyt snarled.
    Startled to hear Hoyt’s voice in her head, she shot her gaze back up to his crotch; the bulge in his pants had grown larger and confirmed her suspicions.
      “Well, crap! That theory is right on the money. Were you the one talking to me in my mind earlier?”
    Hoyt stared at her for a moment. “ This is the only time I’ve talked to you through telepathy. Who else has talked to you this way?”
    Chax cleared his throat, drawing their attention. “I’m afraid the voice that has been in all our heads comes from Wol-itelm. He’s what you would call a giant or one of the supreme beings. For some unknown reason, he has centered his attention on the three of us.”
    “Why would some god, or whatever you call him, want anything to do with us?” Hoyt tensed.
    Tabatha focused on Chax’s face. His gaze met hers, and she could’ve sworn his eyes glowed. His full lips turned up at the corners while his gaze traveled up and down her body, too.
    “You know the reason, Hoyt. Do we really want to go into this now and scare our beauty here?” Chax nodded toward her.
    “Um, excuse me, but if it’s about me, I think I have a right to hear what’s going on.” She glared at both of them.
      “There is no reason to get your hackles up. I told Chax to put this conversation on hold right now. You three have enough to worry about without worrying about me right now.” Wol-itelm laughed.
    “Okay, this voice needs to stop. I can’t concentrate on anything with its little jabs here and there.” Tabatha tried to get up, but Hoyt held her still.
      “I totally resent being called an ‘it.’”
    “Tabatha, please don’t get him worked up.” Chax frowned.
    Hoyt squeezed her waist, “Well, she has a point. This voice pops in our heads telling us to do this and that. You might have been brought up to believe in these things, but we haven’t. Who’s to say this voice in our minds isn’t the one trying to kill her?” Hoyt growled.
    She couldn’t believe she’d never thought of that. If one of those things got in her head, they would know everything about her. Her body shook, and she tightened her grip on Hoyt.
    “Enough! You’re scaring her and there is no reason to that,” a voice rang out in the room.
    Everyone on alert