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TEARS OF ANUBIS
In the beginning, the Earth housed One Tribe. The Tribe cared for the Earth, for its water and its terrain, for its harvest and its creatures. They honored the gods, those half-man, half-animal beings who walked the land and swam in the sea alongside the people.
Twin brothers, Netre and Otra, ruled the Tribe. The brothers were strong, wise and fair, and their governing brought peace and prosperity to all.
Each brother decided to take a wife, but they wanted the same woman—Eane. Her beauty and grace outshone all females. Her merest smile stirred passion in the brothers, and soon they vied for the smallest crumb of her attention.
Eane reveled in her sensual power. She brought forth the devils of avarice and jealousy from the brothers, playing one against the other until they felt nothing in their hearts but hate. The brothers each vowed to possess Eane only for himself, and so, they divided the Tribe and declared war.
The terrible war raged on, and soon, the gods sent one representative to each brother in hopes to reinstate peace and reunite the Tribe. Only Anubis, the half-jackal, half-man god, succeeded. Otra, seeing his own folly and tired of bloodshed, agreed to grant forgiveness to his brother.
Netre married the lovely, conniving Eane, but even this victory did not assuage his rage and greed. He was not softened by his brother’s gestures of love and peace, either. He invited Otra to his home, and when his brother arrived, Netre drew his sword and pierced his twin’s heart. Then he and his followers hunted and killed those loyal to Otra. He offered no mercy to even the smallest babe.
To save the survivors of Netre’s vicious attacks, Anubis gifted them with the ability to turn into ferocious beasts at will. But Netre was not cowed by this new threat and renewed his efforts, creating magical silver weapons to kill the beasts.
The jackal god wept for those destroyed by Netre’s evil. His blood tears crystallized into a ruby as large as a man’s fist. He bespelled the jewel so that it could only pass into the hands of the Alpha’s true mate. Only she could wield its powers, and only if her heart became one with the Alpha’s.
In honor of the god who gifted them with dual natures and saved them from the vicious Netre, they named themselves Anubinake. Although they were driven from their homelands, they did not disappear from the Earth.
It is said that even today, the Anubinake live among us…
I am coming for you, my mate.
Elle Reddington rose from her bed, the cotton sheet falling away from her nude body. The tile floor chilled her feet as she drifted toward the open window. Weird. When had she opened the window? A warm breeze blew in, scented with the salty tang of the ocean. She paused at the sill, leaning out to soak in the calm, sweet air.
Her bedroom opened onto a small patio, which was shaded by large palm trees. The six-by-six concrete square held one table and two chairs—cheap, turquoise plastic that she adored. On either side of the sliding glass door were potted Indian Pinks. When she woke in the mornings and opened the patio door, she inhaled their fragrance along with the smells of ocean.
From the patio, it was a short walk to the beach.
Elle dug her toes into the gritty sand, her gaze on the waves sloshing on the shore. Moonlight glittered on the ocean, white beads sewn onto an indigo blanket of sound and motion that stretched until it met the night sky.
It was peaceful here.
And she needed peace.
Mate.
The deep male voice came from her right. She turned, anticipation skittering through her. He stood five feet away, assessing her with silver eyes. Tall, dark and brooding, this one. She wasn’t surprised to find him naked, his muscled frame rangy and lean. His hair was the color of a raven’s wing, long enough to brush his shoulders. The wind tossed the black strays across the sharp contours of his cheeks. He had one of those impossibly good-looking faces, the kind male models had in magazine ads touting clothing and cologne.
And, of course, there was his other impressive attribute—the large cock that sprang, erect and proud, from a thatch of dark hair. Erectus momentous, baby. A smile curved her lips. Truth was, it had been a while since she felt the need or inclination to have one of those thrust between her legs.
Why do you keep showing up? she asked. I told you that I belong to no one.
He watched her, the possession in his gaze both thrilling and frightening. There was something animalistic about the way he walked toward her, the muscles in thighs and torso graceful, powerful. Her heart stuttered in her chest when he linked her wrists and pulled her into his embrace.
I am coming for you, he murmured. He buried his face against her neck and breathed her scent. His hands cupped her ass and brought his cock into sizzling contact with her labia, sliding between the sensitive folds and pressing deliciously against her clitoris. Her pussy contracted and moisture beaded her thighs.
Her dream lover growled.
Really growled.
Stranger still was the need that shuddered through her. Good God. Was it possible that fearful, dark sound turned her on?
Her fingers splayed on the hard muscles of his chest, and she wiggled closer, daring to put her mouth onto his collarbone, and trace it with her tongue.
Then, inexplicably, the chest under her hands, the thighs pressed against hers, were no longer smooth skin, but silky fur. On her throat, she felt not soft lips, but a narrow snout snuffling while a raspy tongue licked.
Confused, she drew away and gasped.
What the hell are you?
I am your Alpha. I am your mate. The words sounded gravelly. Large, furred paws pressed on her shoulders and she fell to her knees, a pseudo-worshipper at the feet of this wolf god.
Leave me alone. Tears fell. She never cried. Never. But this monster had drawn tears from her. Had made her fear, had made her want, goddamn him. She liked the emotional void that had consumed her. She didn’t want to feel.
But he made her feel all the same. The vortex of emotions filled the emptiness of her soul. Such a powerful mix of anger and terror and passion…she could barely stand it.
Before she realized what she was doing, what she was agreeing to, she had gotten on all fours. Her body quivered, her arms shaking as her fingers dug into the sand. Then she felt him behind her, his furry thighs pushing against her smooth ass.
His cock teased her entrance and she drew in a breath as anticipation soaked her.
He was not gentle. One rough shove and he sank into her fully. He pumped into her unmercifully and she loved it. Loved the pain and the pleasure. She wanted more, so much more…
Elle woke suddenly, her heart pounding fiercely. Taking a deep breath, she rolled onto her side and looked at the digital clock. The big green letters blinked 3:02 a.m. “Fuck!”
Three months ago, Elle had moved to this beach house trying to escape the devastation wrought by her marriage. Her husband was dead and it felt as though she was too. Every night she since she’d come to this place, she had the same dream. It had built and built…
“And we finally have sex and I don’t even get an orgasm.” Sweating as though she’d had a real session of lovemaking, she removed the sheet and allowed the twirling blades of the ceiling fan to cool her off.
Elle could not deny that she missed the strength of a man’s body, the thrust of his cock, and, truth be told, the protection and domination of a male. Elle had an aggressive nature, one she did little to temper. How she longed to find her equal. If only her dream man, even if he was a wolf-man, were real.
Once, she thought she’d found the one meant for her.
She’d been wrong about Simon. They had courted and married quickly, lost in the love and lust that beguiles couples in the beginning. After only a year, their lives lay in ruin—the ashes of betrayal and death scattered in the miles between her old life and her new one.
Elle’s body hummed with sexual need. Thanks to the dream’s aborted ending, she was still juicy. Rolling over, she dug into the tiny nightstand drawer and took out the bullet vibrator. Then she found her nipple nooses. Elle loved nipple torture. Simon had been quite good at tormenting her breasts until they were swollen, aching and tender. The pleasure-pain had always been so exquisite.
Twisting both peaks until they hardened, she pushed each one into the noose and tightened the little leather loops until she couldn’t stand it. Then she tightened again. Pain radiated from each crown, gathering force as it shot toward her pussy. Her nipples swelled and reddened, the tips sensitized nearly past endurance.
She stretched out on the king-sized bed until her toes touched the edge. Then she took the small round vibrator and rubbed the purring machine on her clitoris. Her mind flashed to the dreams of her man…her wolf… She closed her eyes and imagined that…
His big hands gripped her hips.
His cock swelled inside her, filling her, completing her.
She felt the nip of his teeth on her neck.
Then, with a growl of possession, he thrust inside her, over and over and over.
Sparks of pleasure teased her, winding and coiling, until sensations burst wildly, burning through her, convulsing her pussy and taking her far away from bad dreams—and ugly reality.
Xavier Skye stood on the patio next to the garish turquoise chairs and table and watched through the window as Elle masturbated.
Next to him, Jonas sighed. He was as uninterested in the woman’s self-gratification as he was in doing in his own laundry or balancing his own checkbook.
“How much longer do we act like Peeping Toms, your eternal and all-knowing highness?” he whispered. When Xavier did not respond, Jonas muttered, “Oh, fine. Seethe on, my lord.”
Anger curled in Xavier’s gut as he watched Elle plunge her own fingers into her weeping pussy. His nostrils flared as the scent of Elle’s sex perfumed the air. He licked his lips, almost tasting her. As he watched her remove the nipple nooses and put away the vibrator, he bared his teeth and nearly choked on the snarl.
“You need to take the edge off. Call in a soother and fuck her senseless.”
Xavier turned a steely gaze onto his friend.
Jonas grinned. “I’m happy to oblige, of course, but as you say, your cock doesn’t bend that way.”
“Maybe I should fuck you, Jonas. Just to teach you a lesson.”
“You know how much I like lessons. Feel free to spank me while you plunge that big Alpha cock into my ass.”
“Shut up, you mongrel.”
Jonas’ soft laughter chased him off the patio. Xavier’s Italian leather shoes sank into the sand, the tiny granules clinging to the pants of his new Armani suit.
By the time he reached his BMW, just a half-mile away on the other side of Elle’s place, he could not deny Jonas’ suggestion was best. All the same, he didn’t want a substitute lover.
When he arrived at his beachside mansion twenty minutes later, he resented like hell picking up the phone to request a soother to attend his needs.
Soothers functioned within the Anubinake much the way camp followers had in ancient wars. Soldiers needed those prostitutes not only for sexual release, but the feel of woman’s arms around them, offering temporary comfort and false hope. When Alphas and Betas needed release, the soothers served that purpose, and very well.
Ten minutes later, a woman arrived.
He was glad she was not as dark-haired or tall like Elle. She was an olive-skinned brunette, with plain brown eyes, and curves in all the right places. She wore a simple black dress and a pair of three-inch heels. From the sway of her breasts and the lack of panty lines, he knew she wore nothing under the garment.
Xavier put two fingers on the scooped neckline and ripped the dress off her. She didn’t gasp in shock. Good. It meant she knew the ferocious sensual nature of an Alpha. Not all soothers could handle an Alpha male’s…enthusiasm.
She would be able to give him what he needed.
But not what he wanted.
Because he wanted Elle.
“Take off your shoes,” he said.
The woman obliged. She stood before him, waiting calmly, her gaze on the floor to show her submissiveness.
After watching Elle pleasure herself, he felt more raw and needy than he had in a very long time. He wanted to be the one slipping inside Elle’s pussy. Giving her pleasure. Making her come.
He unbelted his pants. They dropped to his ankles and revealed his straining cock. “Bend over,” he demanded.
“Lubricant, my lord?”
She was bold to speak to him, but he admired her practicality. Though her main function was sexual appeasement of her betters, he felt ashamed that he had not thought of her comfort.
“Yes, of course,” he said. Then, as he lowered to his knees in front her, he heard her gasp. Ah, so he had the ability to shock her, after all.
His hands gripped her firm ass as he dove into the folds her pussy, licking, tasting, sucking. He was aggressive and unrelenting, using all of his skill and his own carnal need to bring her pleasure. She screamed as she came, her vaginal pulses pulling on his tongue, her juices slicking his chin.
He rose swiftly, snapping and snarling. She turned and bent over, her trembling fingers wrapping around her ankles.
Guiding his cock into the still-pulsating entrance of her cunt, he thrust inside. There was no gentility left in Xavier. He plunged into her tight sheath, shoving his hips against her ass, sweat beading his skin until the orgasm ripped through him.
He threw back his head and howled.
“Hello, Lanie.”
The blonde gasped, clutching the doorknob, keys jangling from the simple lock. Her purse slid off her shoulder and thunked to the floor. She wore a light summer dress and flip-flops and best of all, an expression of pure terror.
Jonas made a big show of picking lint off his trousers and smoothing the fabric. His nostrils flared as he scented her fear, heard the frantic pounding of her heart. Her gaze darted from Jonas, who sat in a wicker chair a few feet away, to the knob still clenched in her trembling fingers.
“If you run, I’ll catch you,” Jonas said, smiling politely.
He saw the truth of his statement flicker in her eyes. She lost her nerve, her shoulders slumping. Entering the rest of the way, she pulled out the keys and shut the door behind her and stood next to the small peach-colored couch, playing with her key ring.
Chink. Chink. Chink. The keys tumbled and twirled in her nervous hands. Her gaze stayed on the floor. She had been reared Anubinake. Her submissiveness was ingrained.
Jonas waited, letting her sweat. He’d checked out Lanie’s bungalow before he settled down to wait for her. It was much smaller than Elle’s house, and somewhat shabbier. The front door opened into the living room. To the left was a small kitchen and dining area. To the right was the only other door. It led to the bedroom with its tiny bathroom. Like Elle’s bedroom, it had sliding glass doors that opened onto a patio within steps of the beach.
He had chosen the chair to the left of the couch because it was between the only two exits in the living room. If Lanie tried to run either way, he would catch her.
And she knew it.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, Lanie.”
“I’m on vacation.”
Jonas snorted. “On the very same beach as your Alpha’s mate. What a coincidence.”
She shrugged, tossing her purse onto the couch. She did not sit. Jonas suspected she wanted to keep her options open in case she decided to run. She was fast.
But he was faster.
“I am not fooled. You wanted to see her, I have no doubt. She is quite beautiful, our Elle. She is very strong, much stronger than you. But really, it’s Xavier you wanted to see.”
Her silence bespoke her guilty intent. Jonas felt his pity for this girl turn to ashes. She was neither naïve nor ignorant. But it seemed she was incredibly stupid.
As the second girl born to a lesser female, Lanie had no status, no mate and no prospects for moving up in the Anubinake’s complex hierarchy. She was not of royal blood and no common-born member was allowed to hold a high position of authority.
“Royals mate with royals. It is the way of the Anubinake.”
“Bullshit!” Resentment vibrated in the single word.
“You are petty and cruel, Lanie. So fearful were you of your older sister’s beauty, you disfigured her with your own claws.”
Triumph flashed in her eyes before she looked away. “I paid the price. I am outcast. And she is married to the Beta. Remember, Jonas, she too was born from my mother.”
“It is the father’s blood that gives members status.” Jonas’ smile was cold. “And hers was more than worthy.”
Her eyes flashed with fury. “A fact Mother never let me forget. To her dying day, she was proud of Leila, but not me. Never me.” Her nostrils flared and she showed her teeth. Then, getting herself under control, she cast a sly smile at Jonas. “You would be first Beta if not for your love of men. Do you not resent your position in the pack? Would you not prefer second-in-command status rather than your role as a mere advisor?”
“We cannot control our birthrights,” said Jonas simply. “Or our natures. The Anubinake depends on every member to survive. Royalty may be born to privilege, but it is also born to obligation. Xavier can no more choose his fate than you can yours. Or than I can choose mine.”
“He doesn’t know what it’s like to be born from nothing. To be nothing. Without a mate or a pup to rear I am worse than a soother.”
“But you seem worthy enough for Tanin.”
She blanched, her pale features turning sickly gray. Jonas’ lips thinned into a satisfied smile. “Did you think you could hide your relationship with him?”
“He should be Alpha.”
Jonas rose from the chair and strode across the room until he towered over her small, quivering frame. Anger flared, but Jonas kept his voice even. “You are a bigger fool than I thought. Tanin may be royal but he is so far away from the Alpha’s crown that he had to murder siblings to become the fifth in line. He will never be Alpha, Lanie. He is outcast.”
Tears coursed her cheeks, but her rebellion refused to crumple under the weight of the truth. “Have you not considered that many of us are outcast? The numbers of the Anubinake dwindle, but outcasts remain numerous and strong.”
“I tire of this melodrama,” said Jonas. “You will be imprisoned until the tribunal communes to determine your fate.”
“Imprisoned!” Her shock gave way to horror. “The tribunal?”
“You can’t refuse, Lanie.” She turned as if to bolt, but Jonas grabbed her arm and held her in place.
“Please, Jonas. Let me go. I’ll leave and never come back. Maybe I wanted Xavier to pay for his rejection. The whole pack knew it, too. That kind of humiliation was too much too bear. But even that is not an offense great enough for the tribunal.”
“You are being charged with association with a declared enemy of the Anubinake and illegally reinstating your shape-shifting abilities.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What?”
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