Wicked Dreams [The Wicked] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Copper Cole

  Her body had never felt so strong. Filled with cum from the strongest beings she’d ever known, Genevieve felt ready for anything. Anything except the vision that slammed into her before Eli and Kota had pulled out of her body. The Seer in her took over. Everything and everyone disappeared, and her mind filled with images of the Fallen, sickly, pale, and thin, their souls gone and replaced by hate.

  She saw the compound, the Generals, all the warriors, and the Fallen invading. Her mind screamed in agony as the blood of her people flowed like a river at the hands of the enemy.

  * * * *

  Eli caught Genevieve before she hit the ground. Suddenly, her hazel eyes turned white and her mind went silent. The only time her mind went silent to him or Kota was when she had a vision. He didn’t care that his dick hung out of his pants. Now the vision dominated her mind, leaving the minds of the humans she controlled free to roam closer to the trio. He still didn’t care. His sole focus was Genevieve.

  “We have to get her out of here!” Kota snapped as he moved to shield her from watchful eyes.

  “No shit! What do you suggest we do? Throw her over my shoulder and run out of here with our cocks hanging out?”

  Genevieve’s skin started to emit a soft glow, her eyes now not only white but glowing white. She started speaking but made no sense as the Seer in her recited what flashed through her mind.

  “Blood, Fallen, Generals, rivers of blood.” They were random words to most people, but to Eli they rang loud and clear.

  “Seer, where, when will this transpire?” He shook her slightly, trying in vain to her get her to answer him.

  “Eli, you know she won’t answer you. Get in these people’s minds and keep them away from her!”

  Eli pulled Genevieve closer to his chest as Kota tried to pull her away. Each of them had one of her arms.

  “Is there a problem over here?” A bystander asked as he walked toward them.

  “Fuck!” Eli spat. He pushed Genevieve into Kota’s arms before he invaded the man’s mind, forcing him to walk the other way and forget anything he saw.

  Suddenly, Eli’s spine snapped straight, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Only one thing could make him react that way. The Fallen were here.

  He looked to Genevieve, seeing her sag slightly as the vision came to an end. Bits and pieces of her thoughts started to trickle in.

  “We have to go now. The Fallen are here,” he told Kota urgently.

  Eli wanted nothing more than to rip the Fallen apart, but the vision had weakened Genevieve and left her unable to fight. Kota could fight but wouldn’t leave Genevieve. Eli would be alone in the fight and that was not feasible. “Genevieve, are you back with me, love?”

  “Eli?” Her voice sounded small and shaky. Her eyes flickered between white and hazel as she stared with wide, frightened eyes over Eli’s shoulder.

  “Such a lovely Seer. I will enjoy killing her a great deal.” The hollow voice sent a chill up Eli’s spine.

  There were six of them. Eli no longer worried about what the humans saw. The club had been known for drug use, so no one would believe anything any of them said.

  “Kota, you need to shift.”

  Not taking his eyes off the Fallen, he sensed Kota begin to shift. The air around him crackled, gusts of wind kicked up even though they were inside a building, and he heard the snapping and grinding of Kota’s bones as he shifted from human to wolf. Out of the corner of his eye, Eli saw the menacing gray wolf standing in front of Genevieve. Huge canine teeth tearing out of him, snarls, and growls rumbling out of Kota’s throat. His yellow eyes glowed with fury as the Fallen stepped toward them.

  Just as the Fallen made their move to strike, Eli found himself gasping for breath and standing in the long, winding drive of the compound. Kota paced, still in wolf form, shaking his head and trying to comprehend what had just happened. Before he could reach her, Genevieve collapsed to the ground. The vision had taken so much out of her, but when she dematerialized all three of them the distance that she had, it depleted all her strength. She looked pale, and she shook slightly. Her breathing shuddered, and she moaned in pain.

  Eli moved to her side and placed his hand on her face, which was cool to the touch. He could sense the stress coming from Kota because he couldn’t shift back yet. It took great power to make the shift and as quickly as Kota recuperated, his body still needed more time to gain the magic he needed to change back to his human form. Eli felt sick with worry as her color drained even more.

  “You must give her your blood. I can almost shift, but she can’t wait. Your blood will tide her over until I can give her mine.”

  Kota’s voice rang loudly in Eli’s mind. The wolf paced frantically, small whines and whimpers filling the air. Eli couldn’t take his eyes off Genevieve’s still form. Suddenly, the wolf’s teeth snapped at his face.

  “Your blood, vampire! Give her your blood now!”

  Normally Eli would have punched Kota in the mouth for ordering him around, but the frantic edge in Kota’s thoughts had him biting his own wrist and putting it to Genevieve’s mouth. She grabbed his arm and sank her teeth into his skin, drinking greedily. A little of her color came back, but she still looked deathly pale.

  “It’s not working,” Eli snapped as he supported her head.

  The wolf whined before a howl ripped up and out its throat. Bones ground and popped, the wind blew in strong gusts, and the wolf shimmered and shifted into Kota. He wasted no time as he cut his wrist with a jagged rock lying at his feet. Eli wanted to growl when Kota knocked his arm away from Genevieve’s mouth and replaced it with his own. He couldn’t protest, though, because as soon as Kota’s blood entered her body, she started to look better. Her color slowly returned, she didn’t shake as hard, and her eyes had that glow back in them.

  “It’s cold…please, I need to go inside. Why do I hurt so bad?” Genevieve cried, rolling onto her side and gripping her stomach.

  “Genevieve, you must take more of my blood.” Kota tried to push his wrist into her mouth, but she shoved it away.

  “What’s wrong with her?” Eli asked frantically.

  “The vision was enough to drain her. We’re lucky she’s still alive after she transported all of us all the way here.”

  Eli could see the toll this took on Kota. His normally tanned skin looked muted, yet he still forced his wrist into Genevieve’s mouth. The shifter sat naked on the freezing ground as Eli’s mate drank blood not belonging to him. He didn’t care whose blood she took as long as it saved her. He felt off, like he was weak, or weakening right along with her.

  “Eli!” Kota snapped the fingers of his free hand to get his attention. “You need to focus and help me get her inside.”

  Eli saw the strength wavering in Kota, but the determination in his eyes gave Eli hoped Genevieve would be okay. Together, they picked her up and carried her toward the compound. The driveway was long, and by the time they reached the doors, they shook to maintain their hold on her. Somehow they made it to Eli’s suite and laid Genevieve gently on the bed before they both collapsed next to her.

  Chapter Six

  Genevieve’s head pounded as she woke up the next afternoon, her body ached, her hands shook, and her vision kept flicking in and out. She remembered the vision from the club with perfect clarity. Knowing she had no time to waste, Genevieve sprang from the bed and ran to find a General. She was sluggish, and her legs shook as she took the stairs two at a time. She stumbled into the library and slumped to her knees.

  “Hey, hey, Genevieve, what’s wrong?” Asa asked as he rushed to her side.

  “I had a vision last night. Asa, they’re coming!” She gasped for breath, her body rebelling against her. “Where are the Generals?”

  “Calm down and tell me what happened.” Asa brushed her hair out of her face.

  “In my vision, the Fallen were here! Asa, they were here in the compound.”

  Asa held her face in his hands as he brushed away her tear
s. “When? Genevieve, you have to tell me when they’re coming.” His words were gentle, but his tone sounded urgent.

  “Two days! We have to get the Generals somewhere safe.”

  “What’s going on in here?” Eli asked from the doorway, concern heavy in his voice.

  Genevieve replayed the conversation with Asa and what she saw in her vision. His eyes widened. He stood there for a second before he swiftly moved to Genevieve and gathered her into his arms.

  “I’m fine, Eli. You have to warn the Generals.” She tried to push away from him, but he held her tighter.

  “Warn the Generals about what?” Sophia asked as she glided into the room.

  “She’s had a vision,” Asa said. “The Fallen are coming in two days.”

  “So we fight them. We fight them like we have for thousands of years.” Sophia spoke nonchalantly.

  “Sophia, they are coming here to the compound, in two days. We must move you and the others to a safe place.” Genevieve tried to put some strength in her voice when she spoke.

  “Nonsense, this is our home and no one, least of all the Fallen, will make us leave.” Sophia looked down her nose at Genevieve.

  Ever since it had become known that Eli was Genevieve’s true mate, Sophia had treated her like she didn’t exist. She had gone out of her way to make Genevieve feel inferior. Genevieve had had enough of it. She stood up, brushing Eli’s hand away as he tried to help her.

  “Sophia, you can treat me like shit when this is over.” She held her hand up when Eli and Asa both tried to caution her for her tone. “You can look down your nose at me. Speak poorly of me behind my back. I don’t care, but I won’t let you die simply because you’re pissed I’m his mate and you’re not.”

  Silence ensued, the air thick with tension. Eli looked between the two women while Asa covered his mouth to conceal his smile. Genevieve had to work really hard to stand tall when she felt as though she could collapse with exhaustion from the night before. Suddenly Sophia charged at Genevieve, her speed more than any of them were expecting. Lying pinned on the floor beneath Sophia as she snarled, her fangs inches from Genevieve’s throat, she dug deep into herself for the strength to push the vampire off her.

  Something shifted in her, she no longer felt weak, but strong and impenetrable. She grasped Sophia’s shoulders and pushed. The leverage flipped them so now Genevieve perched on top. “You don’t have to fight me! I’m not your enemy.”

  “I don’t care if you are the Seer. You’ll never be anything other than a lowly human to me.” Sophia spit the words out like poison in her mouth.

  Genevieve’s lips pulled back, revealing her fangs. A low, menacing growl crawled up her throat. She hesitated for less than a second, and Sophia threw her off with a flick of her thin arms. Sophia may have appeared petite, but she was anything but weak. Genevieve found herself gasping for breath as she slid down the wall she landed against.

  * * * *

  Seeing Genevieve fighting with Sophia, of all vampires, was hard for Eli to watch. His first instinct was to grab her and hide her away. When he moved to intervene, Asa stopped him. “You have to let them sort it out,” he said.

  So Eli stood by and let it play out. As good and strong as he knew Genevieve to be, he knew Sophia to be a skilled fighter. Genevieve crouched down in a fighting stance. The two female vampires circled each other, fangs bared and snarls ripping from their throats. Had the situation not been so dire, Eli would have found it extremely hot.

  Sophia struck first, quick and fierce as she darted right, then left, before attempting to charge into Genevieve. Genevieve saw it coming and countered every move. She moved with grace and elegance, a seductive dance. She nearly floated around the room, staying out of Sophia’s grasp. Genevieve turned her head slightly, taking her eyes off her opponent for a split second. That was all Sophia needed to make her move.

  Eli saw it coming and could do nothing about it. Sophia twisted Genevieve’s arm behind her back and threw her to the floor. Just as her fangs touched Genevieve’s neck, Kota, in his wolf form, charged into the room and knocked Sophia off Genevieve. The wolf’s teeth were inches from ripping Sophia’s throat out when Genevieve shouted, “Kota, stop!”

  Her voice was the only thing that saved Sophia’s life. Eli watched in shock as Kota backed away from Sophia. He growled and snarled, his teeth still glinting with saliva. Eli had never seen the shifter fight before. Considering Genevieve had been the first Seer in hundreds of years, there had never been a reason for him to. Eli, impressed with the wolf’s speed and strength, knew Kota would come in handy when the Fallen made their move.

  “Back away from her, Kota,” Genevieve ordered softly.

  Kota backed away, never taking his eyes off Sophia. His head hung low, his hackles stood on end, and Eli could see that Kota would kill anyone or anything to protect Genevieve. Kota sat on his haunches in front of Genevieve, his yellow eyes aglow with rage.

  “Sophia, regardless of your hate for me, this is bigger than all of us. You can fight me on this and die, or you can retreat and let us defend you.” Genevieve’s voice held authority.

  “Don’t presume this changes anything.” Sophia moved toward Genevieve, but stopped when Kota growled and snapped at her. “Do what you must, Seer, but we will not be pushed out of our home.”

  With that, Sophia stormed out of the room, lacking all the beauty and grace she was so well-known for.

  “What the hell was that?” Asa asked, looking between Eli, Genevieve, and Kota.

  “She loves Eli. She hates me because he’s my mate. Simple as that.”

  Eli took in differences in Genevieve’s appearance since she had collapsed the night before. She still shook slightly, but her strength had started to return. Her hair shimmered in the early morning light shining through the large windows. Her hazel eyes were bright, the violet flecks in them glowing brighter than they ever had. She was made for him to love, and he would do it until the day he no longer existed.

  Genevieve stood staring out the window, her fingers twirling in Kota’s fur. Her thoughts were chaotic. They jumped from when the Fallen came, to how to protect the Generals, to whether she help in the fight, or would she be in the way?

  “Asa, could you give us a moment?” Eli asked, moving to Genevieve’s side. Asa nodded and left the room. “Kota, could I talk to her alone please?” Kota whined, hesitating, not wanting to leave her side after the fight he’d just saved her from.

  “It’s all right, Kota.” Genevieve ran her fingers through his fur one last time before he left the room. Eli knew Kota would shift back to his human form and need to rest before the coming fight.

  “You’re a fierce fighter, Genevieve. What makes you think you would be a hindrance?”

  “Sophia nearly killed me only a few seconds ago. She’s not a warrior, and she nearly killed me.”

  “Sophia taught me how to fight, Genevieve. She’s strong, and she’s had nearly a thousand years on this earth.” He moved closer to her, brushing her hair behind her ear, and, framing her face with his hands, he spoke with determination. “I won’t let anything happen to you, love. My life would end if I lost you.”

  Her eyes filled with tears as she wrapped her arms around him. Her body called out to him in a way that superseded anything else. Eli kissed her bare shoulder as he slid the strap of her dress off. With little work, her clothing ended up on the floor, making a soft swishing sound as it fell. Using telekinesis, Eli closed and locked the library door. With gentle hands, he lifted her off the ground and carried her to the desk.

  “Je t'aime avec mon âme, Genevieve,” he told her in perfect French. No truer words had ever been spoken. Genevieve’s hands slowly eased his shirt off his shoulders. His pants were next to go. Leaning her back slightly, he kissed her with every ounce of love he had inside him. Eli’s cock stood hard and heavy, screaming to be inside her glorious pussy. She ran her nails down his back before stopping at his hips. Angling her hips, she guided him into her core.
Grabbing her face as he pushed in and pulled out slowly, Eli kissed her again. He trailed kisses down her chin, her neck, collarbone, and her breasts.

  Genevieve dropped her head back, pushing her breasts out so he could better reach them. Their hips moved together, their bodies consuming each other. This wasn’t the rough fuck they’d had during her transformation, or the wicked trysts they’d shared since. This was pure, unadulterated love that would get them through life or kill them if they lost it.

  Eli leaned forward, resting his weight on his hands on either side of her hips. His movements were fierce yet gentle. He wound his right arm around her left leg and lifted it up. With the new position, he sank deeper into her. His body danced an erotic dance with hers as she called out his name in barely spoken whispers.

  “I’ll always be yours, Eli.” A single tear sat in the corner of her eye. Eli wiped it away with his thumb.

  “You’re my soul, Genevieve.”

  No more words were spoken. None needed to be. He loved her more than his own life and he knew she felt the same way. He played with her clit until she came, causing him to explode with the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. He didn’t pull out. He just kept moving because he would never have enough of her body.

  * * * *

  Kota couldn’t stop the images that flooded his mind. He’d barely had the power to shift again to protect Genevieve from the other female vampire. Now, as he returned to his human form, his mind was bombarded with images of Eli and Genevieve as they fucked in the library. Kota knew he would never have a place in Genevieve’s soul like Eli did, and he was all right with that.