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  Possessed By Their Powers

  Paranormal MFM Ménage Romance

  Love’s Hollow Auctions series Book 5

  Copyright © 2020 by Casey Morgan; All Rights Reserved

  This book is part of my Love's Hollow Auctions series, which are set in the same world and can be read individually, but are best enjoyed together. The books in the series are as follows:

  Sold To The Wolves: Paranormal Ménage Romance

  Auctioned to the Alphas: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

  Bought By The Beasts: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

  Purchased by the Pack: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance

  Possessed by Their Powers: Paranormal MFM Ménage Romance

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Tyler

  Chapter Two

  Aurora

  Chapter Three

  Aurora

  Chapter Four

  Embry

  Chapter Five

  Aurora

  Chapter Six

  Tyler

  Chapter Seven

  Embry

  Chapter Eight

  Aurora

  Chapter Nine

  Tyler

  Chapter Ten

  Aurora

  Chapter Eleven

  Embry

  Chapter Twelve

  Aurora

  Epilogue

  Aurora

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  Chapter One

  Tyler

  From one of the windows of our large mansion, I watched my older brother, Embry, turn away yet another resident of Love’s Hollow. They’d come to him seeking his help, and yet again, he’d driven them away. Not because he was out and out mean—no, he was something worse, in my opinion. Snobbish. Stingy, too.

  Through the window, I heard him say, “I’m sorry, but I just can’t help you. Not at that price. I’m not running a charity here. If you want the potion I can mix up for you; you’re going to have to pull together more than that.”

  This isn’t what grandmother and grandfather would have wanted, I thought, turning away from the window.

  Once upon a time, we Grayfurs used to be the most powerful werewolf family in Love’s Hollow. Once upon a time, we used to own most of the land here in upstate New York. We were a notable family. Our pack would have helped everyone in this town. They had rare magical knowledge.

  Grayfurs were the apothecaries until my parents got the bright idea that living at the edges of society, living in this big old mansion, was the way to go. That move isolated our family, which dwindled to just my brother and me. Now, we were all alone.

  I sat myself down on an overstuffed loveseat, wondering what exactly any of our ancestors would do if they were still here. They certainly wouldn’t be price gouging on potions.

  “I think if you have the ability to help, you should help,” I mumbled to myself. “I know Embry doesn’t want to give away ‘free’ magic, but I don’t think our visitors should have to offer their souls for a little bit of help. Not when there are already so many rumors about us Grayfurs.”

  Even from where I sat, I heard the person who had come to visit my brother thank him for his time. They promised to come back with more money.

  “Five-thousand-dollars,” I murmured, “I don’t know what he thinks most of the residents are made of, but not everyone has had good fortune. Not everyone can afford that, and I think it’s wrong.”

  I got up from the couch, prepared to confront my brother when he came through the door. Again.

  Making my way down the long, curving set of stairs that separated the second-floor sitting room from the downstairs reception and greeting area—where Embry did a lot of his potion work—I heard him step over the threshold, close the door, and head straight for his makeshift work area.

  The kitchen table was piled over with his various magic books. They were mostly recipes passed down from generations, but also some of Embry’s own findings. His own research was mixed in with business plans.

  “I don’t know why these people think magic grows on trees,” he griped, storming past me as I stood on the stairs.

  “Maybe because they need the low hanging fruit, brother,” I answered, leaping over the railing and landing right in front of him. “Five thousand dollars? Really?”

  I folded my arms over my chest, glaring at him. He returned my posturing, his amber eyes daring me. Without even moving a hand, he tossed the strands of dark, black hair out of his face.

  “I’ve said it before, little brother,” he said, “and I’ll say it again. As father used to say, ‘neighbors are only good for their money’ and with living all the way out here, he’s definitely right. We don’t live in the heart of Love’s Hollow, and while I have plans to make a business out of this family knowledge, I have no plans to move.”

  “You can make a business without charging them their life savings, Embry,” I said, still taken aback by his arrogance. “You would probably make more money, and have customers more often if you did,” I added. “Mother was a great example of that.”

  “Father had no problem charging more than I am, Tyler,” Embry shot back, shoving past me. “Not all of us can be idealistic like you. Some of us have businesses to run. Some of us have family legacies to preserve and food to put on the table.”

  I followed him.

  “So do any customers who come to see us, Embry.”

  I felt myself losing it. Not just my temper, but my control over my body. Already, energy and fire swirled in my gut. Even without seeing the change in my eyes, I knew it was already happening. The shifting.

  “They have enough to worry about—whatever potion they’re hoping to buy—without you waving unreachable fruit in their face. Magic should be shared. It should be made accessible to anyone who wants and needs it.”

  “It takes hours to brew potions. Years and years of study,” answered Embry, turning away from his worktable and toward me. “If I priced them the same as a bushel of apples, people would start getting this idea that magic comes cheap. And then where would we be?” He stared at me. “If you want to open up a charity, be my guest. But don’t come crying to me when you can’t afford to eat, and you have to beg for food.”

  I snarled, feeling fur and leathery skin start to cover my nose then the bottoms of my hands and feet. “I hate you!”

  “Hate me all you want! I have work to do, unlike some!”

  “I’m done living in this stupid, isolated mansion with you!”

  I felt my teeth grow in my mouth. My jaw started to form into something different.

  “Go, then! Be a lone wolf out there, if you’re so ungrateful!”

  “Fine! I will!”

  I stormed across the floor, opened the front door, and let my body transform fully. I went from man to wolf, determined to leave all this behind me.

  Have fun being alone, Embry! Have fun with all of your potions and all of your money! ‘Cause they are the only things that are gonna be left keeping you company.

  I trotted away from the house, and into the surrounding woods. In wolf form, my brother and I could still communicate, but I wasn’t expecting an answer. I didn’t want one. I just wanted to be out of his narrow-minded, selfish world.

  Our family used to be shamans. Giving the knowledge we had in exchange for reasonable compensation. Of course, society was different in those early, olden days, but still…such greed and heartlessness…I can’t abide by that.
r />   I continued running, acutely aware that I would soon run into the other borders of Love’s Hollow. There were territory lines created by the different members of the Love’s Hollow pack. A pack my brother and I had not joined or even met the alphas of.

  I also have nowhere to go. No money. I snarled, still running, but making sure to keep my paws off of clearly marked forest trails. All because Embry won’t let me talk to the Love’s Hollow alphas. He won’t let me go to any pack meetings. He says our family is better off alone, and we should stay that way. I don’t think so.

  I didn’t know how long I ran for, but I finally came to a bit of territory with a beautiful, big tree—it looked and smelled old and magical, somehow. I approached, wondering if it was one of those rare trees, the ones used for bark or flowers in potions. I approached, spying the thick roots. The ones on this tree actually curved above ground, creating a nice covered sleeping area.

  This would do. For a sleeping area, since I was feeling tired. However far I’d run, I was now exhausted. I went to an open spot in those roots, crawled under, and prepared to lay down.

  Then I heard a cry of surprise and shock.

  I quickly moved, startled and intrigued by who—or what—I’d stumbled on. I transformed out of being a Wolf, looking for what had made the noise.

  I saw her a moment later. A small, curious sprite. She hovered right between my eyes.

  “Oh, I’m sorry,” I told her. “This must be your home. I didn’t realize! I was only looking for someplace to rest.”

  Even in the sprite’s small, four-inch form, she was gorgeous. Her reddish-brown hair was bright and fluid, like a sunset. Her dark green eyes were like two shining pieces of jade. But her face and mouth, those were downright kissable! Her tiny body was well proportioned, too. Lovely full hips and breasts, even when tiny.

  I tried to stop staring. “I’ll leave, miss. I didn’t mean to invade your territory!”

  “It’s okay! It really is.” The little woman blushed, flying small circles around me. “It isn’t often that I get anyone out this way. I’m excited to have a visitor! I’m Aurora, by the way.” She blushed again, biting her adorable, tiny lip. “If you need a place to rest, you can stay here. I have plenty of room in and around this tree!” She fluttered around, coming to rest in between my eyes again. “But I’ve never seen anything like that! A person just turning in and out of being a wolf! I have werewolf friends, but they’ve never shifted in front of me.” Her blue eyes glittered as she studied me. “What’s it like?”

  “I’m Tyler,” I said, introducing myself, grinning at how cute her enthusiasm was. “As for what it’s like to be a wolf, I can show you.” I nodded at the sprite. “As a thanks for letting me stay at your tree uninvited. I would love to take you for a ride on my back.”

  I shifted, using my large nose to point to my furry, available back. In the moonlight, my fur looked even more fluffy and soft.

  I was happy when I saw and felt Aurora land on my back and hold on. That was all the permission I needed to take off into the moonlight, enjoying her joyous, happy laughter.

  Chapter Two

  Aurora

  This is so fun! I’ve never had so much fun in my life!

  I giggled again, holding onto Tyler’s dark and fluffy fur. Because of my small, minuscule size, his back was like the ocean to me, but for once in my life, I wasn’t worried about drowning. I wasn’t concerned about being crushed or blown off, either. I was enjoying the company of another creature, aside from my mom and dad. If they were home at the tree, this could have never happened. But they weren’t and wouldn’t be for another couple of days.

  Which is a good thing! If they were here, they probably wouldn’t have let poor Tyler stay! They also wouldn’t have let me just ride on his back like I’m doing!

  I laughed, feeling the moonlight and the breeze in my face. The feeling of the wolf’s body and muscles rippling under me was almost just as intoxicating. The sound of Tyler’s breath, his panting, that was exciting, too.

  And to think! He thinks nothing of being this way! Wolf or otherwise!

  Tightening my grip as he wound around a particularly tight corner in the forest, I fantasized about what it would be like if I was Tyler’s size. What I could do and experience if I wasn’t worried about every little thing being a danger to my health and well-being. I would have a lot more freedom! I might actually be able to live a life outside of the tree. Sure, it’s what sprites do… live in trees and make those trees and plants special by living in them, but it would be nice to live a normal life. A full-sized existence. Maybe then I could actually have friends and go out shopping with them. Hold down a job. Get married. Have kids. Everything, without having to listen to my parents drone on about the virtues of being one with nature and not worrying about the culture and the nightlife that seems to have sprung up in Love’s Hollow over the decades.

  After making a large, whimsical circle around the mile or two of land comprising of the word and my tree, I felt Tyler wheeling back around towards home. I held on a bit tighter, excited by the possibility of getting to talk to him more—to be able to find out what he was doing all the way in this part of the woods—and when most werewolves lived in the Love’s Hollow pack area.

  Not only will we get to talk, but I’ll be able to see his sexiness all over again. Sure, Tyler is gorgeous as a wolf. But he’s criminally hot in human form! Those amber eyes! That dark brown hair! I sighed, biting my lip. He’s like a movie star. And thank goodness he is staying the night! Maybe then, I’ll get a chance to see what’s under those clothes of his!

  I didn’t care how naughty and presumptuous that thought of mine was. I already felt comfortable around the werewolf. There was something peaceful and sweet about Tyler.

  We got back to my tree, and I took my favorite seat on one of the roots. He curled up right underneath, and I was ready to talk to him more. Tyler transformed, so I could do just that.

  He was out of breath but happy. “Did you have fun?”

  “I did,” I answered, watching his big chest rise and fall. “Thank you. I never thought I would get to do that. To see what it was like to be that big and carefree.” I smiled. “But I want to know about you.” I lost my smile. “What are you doing all the way out here? You’re a werewolf. Why aren’t you within the bounds of the pack?” I put my arms on my knees. “Nearly every werewolf around here is a pack member, but you seem to be a lone wolf.”

  He looked away, somewhat embarrassed. “Yeah, well, I got in a disagreement with the only family I have and decided to run. I don’t really have anywhere to go, but it’s better than living under all that restriction and cruelty.” He lost the dark, serious expression hanging over his features and turned back towards me. The light in his eyes was breathtaking. “On the bright side, I got to meet you. And thanks again for letting me stay. I must be the epitome of an uninvited guest, Miss Aurora.”

  His formality made me giggle and blush. “You are,” I said, “but that’s not a bad thing. You’ve given me some adventure and excitement. Something I don’t get a lot of,” I added under my breath.

  “So, we’ve given each other a little surprise gift,” Tyler replied, looking sleepy and satisfied with himself. Again, I started fantasizing about the muscles and chiseled abs he must have under all those clothes. “That’s my favorite thing about being spontaneous. Being available and willing to take risks.”

  The more he spoke, the sleepier he became. I didn’t bother to answer anything he said. I just listened and watched him eventually fall asleep.

  When Tyler was out of it, I couldn’t get myself to go to my own bed inside of the tree. He’s just so handsome and sweet! I can’t take my eyes away. Indeed, his sweet mouth and tender expression were as good as a ball and chain to my heart. I don’t want to leave you! I don’t want to go to my own bed, even if it’s just for a few hours! I feel so comfortable and pleasant around you. Part of me wanted to go down and curl myself in or around his neck. Part of me
wanted to sleep against his chest, but parental conditioning won out in the end.

  I can’t be that careless. I sighed. I know he would never intentionally hurt me, but with me being my size, he might accidentally smoosh me. And then I couldn’t see any more sexiness. I would be nothing more than a stain on his T-shirt, I thought darkly, fluttering my way into the body of the tree, and to my bedroom. It was a small, cutesy space.

  If only there were a way I could get bigger. If only there were a way I could be his size, Tyler would be my perfect mate. He’s gorgeous and sweet. Fun-loving and adventurous, just like me. If only I could become his equal, I might have a chance at being more to him than just a chance encounter.

  I sighed again, finishing my run through of my hair with my favorite comb.

  But that’s not likely.

  I fluffed my hair over my shoulders, climbed into my small bed, and pulled up the covers. Nobody around here has that kind of magic.

  I closed my eyes, already picturing Tyler in all of his glory. I began to imagine him naked, what it would be like if he and I were the same size. The werewolf could come in here and make me his. He could take my innocence and claim me like no man ever had.

  But I can dream. I can have my fantasy. That doesn’t need magic. Just an active imagination.

  Before I knew it, I was asleep.

  I wouldn’t have known that I was dreaming at all, except for the obvious fact that I was as big as Tyler. I fit easily into his arms as he joined me on my bed. And this room, everything in it, was large as well. Almost like a mansion of some sort, not a little treehouse.

  Tyler crawled on the bed, kissing my neck, and then my lips. “Aurora, if you’re having trouble sleeping, I know how to make you nice and tired.”

  As his mouth touched mine, I felt my head spin. My heart palpitated in my chest. His hands and fingers, they started to work me out of my nightgown. My breasts and shoulders, big-sized, were an excellent fit for his hands, his fingertips. From just as a single caress of his around my nipples, that was enough to send a tingle through my whole body.