Wicked Dreams [The Wicked] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (2 page)

He felt her pussy lips flutter, signaling her impending bliss. Eli wanted to feel her orgasm around his dick. He knew he couldn’t. He pushed two fingers into her roughly instead. Her hands left his hair, and she grabbed the headboard, moaning, the words “fuck yes” lifting her lips repeatedly. Eli curved his fingers until he felt that bundle of nerves deep inside of her. He made her cum repeatedly, loving the way she drenched his tongue with her magnificent taste.

His fangs punched down, throbbing, aching to taste her blood. The urge to strike so overwhelming he pulled his mouth away. Less than a second’s worth of work, and his teeth could be buried into her femoral artery. He ran his tongue across his fangs, his throat on fire from the thirst she evoked in him. His jaw dropped open as the mouthwatering sound of her heartbeat filled his ears.

No one would ever know if he tasted her blood. The Generals wouldn’t have a clue if Eli just took a tiny taste. As he started to move farther away from her, resisting the urge to break the one rule punishable by death, biting a human, she thrust her hips against his fingers still buried deep inside of her. His razor-sharp fangs were exposed, and before he could move far enough away, her skin met the tip of his fang. The skin broke. A small drop of blood landed on his lip.

* * * *

Genevieve watched as his tongue slowly lapped away the drop of her blood on his lip. She couldn’t stop the moan that crept out of her at the sight. She didn’t know this man, but she didn’t care. Something about his hands on her, any part of him being inside of her, felt so utterly right to her.

She wanted to know everything about the man staring up at her from between her legs. She did something she never thought she’d do. She reached out with her mind to his. For the last two years, Genevieve had been able to see into the minds of others. She hated it, the constant screaming in her head. The only way to drown it out was going to the club where the music pounded over the incessant voices.

No one ever knew she had this ability, so when his eyes widened and he backed away from her so quickly he became a blur, she didn’t know what to do. She felt as though she had literally been shoved out of his head. But not before she heard several things that left her gaping.

Vampire.

Sweetest blood.

Seer.

Nothing about any of those things made sense to her. She looked to the strange man, so tall and muscular.

“Tell me your name,” she said around a huge yawn.

A sudden bout of exhaustion swept over her, beyond the normal blissful sleepiness of post-orgasmic bliss. She didn’t understand how she could feel this way, like she’d been medicated or something.

“You don’t need to know my name, Seer, only that I will watch over you.”

Then he vanished. She wondered for a second why he called her Seer, but the exhaustion felt so heavy she let go and slipped into the deepest sleep she’d ever had.

* * * *

For the next few weeks she’d go dancing to drown out the voices in her mind. She’d find herself in a daze, always dancing with a strange man she never felt uncomfortable with. Her head would start to pound, the headaches coming nearly every day now. Somehow, she’d always end up back in her room with no knowledge of how she got there. She had dreams about the man who called her Seer. The dreams were so real, she’d wake up with a gasp, her sheets twisted around her body and her pussy dripping with want.

Genevieve took a deep breath. There was a hint of something foreign in the air. She looked around the room and noticed nothing out of place. Her head flopped back on the pillow as she fisted her hands in her hair, trying to figure out why she felt so lost and empty when awake, yet so full and satisfied in her dreams. The only answer was she’d rather stay in dreamland forever with her dark angel than live the lonely existence she currently found herself in.

Her days were predictable. She would go to a dead-end job she hated, go home, eat food she no longer desired, shower, dress to kill, and go to the club so the music would fade the voices away. Never a moment out of her mundane days did she find herself not thinking of the dark angel who haunted her dreams. She could feel him all around her. She could smell the scent of leather she always associated with him. She was so lost in the music, she jumped when a pair of large hands gripped her waist and pulled her into a towering, hard body. Instantly she knew who stood behind her.

“You’re in grave danger, Seer.”

His voice was so deep and husky in her ear she found it hard to focus on his actual words. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a strange-looking man. He was ghostly pale and completely bald. She turned her head toward the strange man, and the worst headache she’d ever experienced slammed into her. Visions flashed through her mind so fast she didn’t know what to make of them. The pain crippled her to the point her legs gave out.

“I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe,” her angel said urgently.

She felt as though she flew as he carried her out of the club and through the streets of the city. She couldn’t see anything other than the chaotic flashes in her mind.

“What’s happening to me?” she asked frantically, clawing at what she thought might be his chest judging by the wide expanse of it.

“It’ll go away soon. Just breathe.”

She took comfort in the sound of his voice, in his arms. She took several deep breaths, and a few moments later, her mind cleared and her vision returned. When she looked up, she could finally see his face, and when she did, he took her breath away.

He had dark hair, gray eyes, and a face that could make angels weep with its beauty. She looked deep into his eyes, wondering why his mind was so silent.

“I can’t hear you,” she muttered to herself.

“I’ll explain everything when you’re safe.”

They stopped at a sleek black sports car where he set her gently into the supple leather seat before going around to the driver’s side. She watched as he folded his six-foot-seven-inch body into the car. She gripped the door handle as he took off like a bat out of hell.

“At least tell me your name.”

“My name is Eli, and I’m—”

With a gasp, she realized the flashes in her head a few moments ago were of him. “You’re a vampire, a warrior, and I’m one of you.”

Eli glanced at Genevieve, her eyes finally returning to the bright hazel they were meant to be. When the headache hit her, he watched her eyes turn an opaque white. A signal she had had a vision. He worried her abilities would kill her before the change could be completed. Her human form wouldn’t be capable of handling the powers of the Seer. At any moment she could have a stroke, an aneurism, or any number of medical catastrophes. He knew he had to get her to the Generals as quickly as possible.

“Tell me what’s happening!” Genevieve demanded, tears brimming in her eyes.

“You’ll learn everything you need to know in time, Genevieve.”

“No, you tell me now.”

“I’ll give you the CliffsNotes. You’re a very powerful and important part of the vampire race. You have the ability to see the future—”

“Wait, vampire race? I can see the future? This is a dream. It has to be, otherwise I’m going insane.” She pinched herself. “Nope, not a dream—so I’m insane then. It’s the headaches isn’t it? That’s why I’m losing my fucking mind?”

“You’re not crazy. The headaches are a side effect of your abilities, and if I don’t get you to the Generals right now, you’ll die.”

“The Generals?”

“The elders, so to speak, of my kind. They’ve been around for a very long time.”

“So, you expect me to believe in vampires? Yeah, I think I like the insanity option better.”

“This is very real, Genevieve, and you are in very real danger. Not only from power your body can’t handle, but the Fallen are after you.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear about what a Fallen is.”

Eli ground his teeth together, gripped the steering wheel so hard it creaked under the pressure. Genevieve was hardheaded, and if he didn’t get to the compound quickly, he may very well go insane.

“The Fallen are evil. The thing you saw at the club was one of them.”

“The bald man with the freaky white skin? He didn’t look so tough. I probably could’ve taken him—”

“No, you really couldn’t have. Make no mistake. They look weak and frail, but they are very dangerous. The Fallen will stop at nothing to get their hands on you. They want the power within you. When you change and come into your powers, you won’t be able to hear them.” He tapped his temple. “You’ll sense them, but that’s it. They have no souls, so you can’t hear them.”

“What change? What are you talking about?”

“You said it yourself, Genevieve, you’re one of us. You just weren’t born a vampire. You have to be changed. It’s part of your heritage.”

“And how will this change come about?” The sarcasm in her voice rang loud and clear.

Eli tapped the steering wheel as he contemplated how to tell her the process. He decided to keep it to himself for the moment.

“You’ll learn all you need to learn shortly.”

He drove east. Thankfully she didn’t ask any more questions. All the information she needed to know raged through his mind. He didn’t understand why she couldn’t just hear it for herself. Obviously, her powers weren’t as advanced as he thought they were. Either way, the Fallen knew what she was, and they were after her. The safest place for Genevieve was the compound where the Generals lived.

Finally, he reached the gates, placed his index finger on the scanner, and waited until the gate opened. As Eli drove down the winding drive, he saw Genevieve out of the corner of his eye wringing her hands in her lap. She should’ve been freaking the fuck out. Instead, she just looked mildly uncertain. He assumed a part of her knew this was inevitable. No matter how much she denied the existence of vampires and other things that go bump in the night, the dormant part of her soul, the vampire side of her, eased the fear away.

He got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened her door. He dropped his head with a grunt of frustration as she just sat there, arms crossed. Just as he got ready to toss her over his shoulder and haul her inside, Sophia, one of the Generals, spoke from behind him.

“Let her be, Eli.”

He turned, bowed, and moved aside with a sweep of his arm. Sophia, the oldest of the Generals, had hair the color of the sun, and eyes the color of the sky. One would think the Generals would strut around in robes or armor. No, Sophia wore a pair of skinny jeans and a pink tank top. Her hair was pulled up into a sloppy bun sitting slightly crooked atop her head.

Sophia knelt down next to the car, placing a gentle hand on Genevieve’s forearm. “I know this is overwhelming, but Genevieve, we’ve waited centuries for you. You’ll be safe here. Your Guardian will be here soon.”

Eli stiffened at that. He had no idea why he cared that the Guardian had been chosen, but he did. Her Guardian would be her ultimate protector, friend, or whatever she needed him to be. The Guardian would play an intricate role in her transformation. Eli shook his hands out, trying to get rid of the feeling brewing inside him.

“Am I a prisoner? What’s a Guardian?”

Eli could feel the anger bubbling up inside of Genevieve. For some reason he could feel everything she felt.

“No, not a prisoner. You have no idea how precious you truly are to us all,” Sophia said.

* * * *

Genevieve sighed. Overwhelmed didn’t even come close to how she felt. She looked at the beautiful woman kneeling next to her.

“Who are you?” Genevieve asked.

“I am Sophia, a General.”

“You don’t look like a General.”

“Genevieve! You shouldn’t speak like that to her—” Eli snapped.

“It’s all right, Eli. She isn’t accustomed to our traditions,” Sophia said with a lilting laugh as she practically glided toward the door of the building.

It was a massive, looming structure that would turn just about anyone away. However, Genevieve felt a sense of peace wash over her as she moved closer toward the door. She felt, for the first time in a very long time, that she’d come home. Everything that had happened in the last few weeks, the increasingly painful headaches, the strange and erotic dreams she had about her dark angel, who she could now be certain were of Eli, felt as though it was all leading her somewhere. Everything should’ve freaked her out, should have put her in the nuthouse. She wasn’t freaked out, though. For once in her meaningless life, she felt as though she belonged.

“Your life isn’t meaningless,” Eli said from behind her.

“How did you—” Genevieve started to ask, but stopped because of the sudden reappearance of Sophia, a blur of speed and frenzied eyes.

“Did you hear her?” Sophia asked urgently to Eli. He didn’t answer. “Did you hear her, warrior?”

Genevieve took a step back when Sophia asked the second time. Her voice held true power that echoed loudly. Genevieve watched in amazement as the giant of a man bowed deep to Sophia’s much smaller form.

“Yes, General, I heard her thoughts.”