Wicked Dreams [The Wicked] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (4 page)

Kota thought about wrapping her hair around his hand, pulling her back against his chest as he fucked her from behind. In his mind he pictured himself grabbing her breast roughly, his teeth scraping down the elegant column of her neck. When Eli shot to his feet, fangs bared, a loud snarl ripping from his throat, Kota chuckled and shook his head.

* * * *

Eli saw vividly the types of thoughts going through Kota’s mind. He knew Genevieve saw it as well. What he hated the most was the strong scent of arousal flowing from her. Eli knew she wanted Kota. No matter how she felt about Eli, her bond with Kota was unique and unbreakable. Eli tried to block the images flowing from Kota’s mind, but had no luck. He had never felt hate and lust at the same time. He felt it now. His dick was so hard he could cut glass.

More images flooded from Kota’s mind to Eli’s, causing Eli to charge toward Kota. He pushed Genevieve behind him in hopes of hiding her from Kota. Kota stepped toward him, challenge dripping from every inch of him. Eli stood nose to nose with Kota, both breathing hard and ready to end the other. The only thing stopping it from happening was Genevieve. Eli knew she’d never live without both of them in her life.

“Enough!” Genevieve roared as she pushed between them, her hands on both of their chests. “Your feud ends here, now.”

Eli looked into her hazel eyes, noticing for the first time the specks of violet in them. Her transformation had still been in the early stages, and if she looked this radiant now, he knew her beauty would stop his heart when she got through the change completely.

Eli nodded his head in answer to her demand, and although his eyes were on her, he knew Kota agreed as well. No matter how much the two hated each other, the one thing they agreed on was that whatever Genevieve wanted, she got. Eli watched as her strength wavered, and she sank into his arms. He lifted her gently and walked toward his suite, Kota right on his heels.

He felt her body start to quake. Deep shudders rattled through her as he laid her on the bed. Again, he wanted to ease her, but his body moved away of its own accord. She arched her back as she sucked in a sharp breath. He watched in utter amazement as she ripped her clothes from her body. She looked as though she were in some sort of a trance as she moaned and thrashed against the black silk sheets. Eli’s cock throbbed as she spread her legs, exposing her pussy, dripping wet and calling to him. The only time he took his eyes off her was when he ripped his shirt off his body.

His muscles tensed and rippled in anticipation. He stripped his pants off, leaving himself naked and wanton for her. Eli moved toward the bed, not caring in the slightest that Kota stood ten feet away, eyes glued on them both. Eli grabbed Genevieve’s calf, pulling her to him roughly. He wrapped his hand around her throat, pulling her body to his, ignoring the low growl coming from Kota. Eli didn’t care about anything in that moment other than slamming his dick so deeply inside of her that he might never separate himself from her again.

He moved his face toward hers so they were only inches apart. “I’m going to make your body mine.”

Eli looked at her mouth as her lips parted. Her incisors had gotten slightly longer and sharper since he’d bitten her. His dick throbbed as her tongue slowly ran across her teeth. Her lip curled up as he squeezed her neck a little harder. Plunging his tongue into her mouth, he nearly died from the pleasure he felt from simply being in her mouth. He couldn’t wait anymore. He let go of her throat and grabbed the back of her thighs, lifting her up and then lowering her onto his cock.

When her pussy wrapped around his dick, Eli’s head fell back as he moaned her name. She felt like heaven, pure, undiluted bliss no words would ever be able to describe. As his eyes locked onto hers, she claimed the last ounce of his soul. He belonged to her completely, would do anything, become anything for her. His heart beat for her, his mind bonded with hers, his body screamed for her.

Eli’s fangs slowly elongated, that same strange fluid leaking from them. Somehow he knew now was the time for the final bite, the bite that would change her forever. Her head rolled to the side, her hair lying across her neck. Just when he moved to brush her hair aside, a large, tanned hand pulled her hair away. As Eli looked up, he saw Kota kneeling behind Genevieve, his eyes on fire with lust.

* * * *

Kota didn’t want to watch as Eli and Genevieve fucked. He didn’t want his cock to throb every time Genevieve moaned. Every thrust, every roll of her hips, got him harder and harder. Suddenly, something shifted in Kota, and he found himself moving toward the bed. His mind resisted, but his body did not. Soon, he found himself kneeling behind Genevieve. Kota’s hand moved her hair aside, so Eli could make the final bite. Kota’s free hand stroked his dick, which ached to be inside of her.

Kota found himself inching closer and closer to her backside. The hand still wrapped in her hair gripped tighter, pulling her head back so it rested on his shoulder. The head of his cock brushed the crack of her ass. He let go of her hair to grasp her hip, and as Eli bit her neck, Kota pushed himself into her ass. He didn’t need lube. Their bodies were made for this. The entrance into her body was smooth as silk. He could barely see her face, but he could tell her eyes rolled back just before her lids fluttered closed.

Kota felt Eli’s movement speed up, so Kota matched his pace. Thrust for thrust, Kota pounded into her. He watched as a bead of sweat rolled down Genevieve’s neck to her collarbone and disappeared as it trickled down her chest.

* * * *

Genevieve had never felt so full, never felt so connected to any one person, much less two. Never thought she’d be with two men at the same time, but her body called out to them. She felt complete with both of them inside of her. Nothing could compare to the feeling of Eli’s fangs buried in her neck though.

She knew she wasn’t human anymore. She knew it from the way her teeth ached, her throat burned, and her muscles felt like steel. Running her tongue across her teeth, she felt the sharp tips of her fangs. She felt Kota’s hand leave her hip, and a second later, his wrist came up to her mouth. Curling her lips as a hiss escaped her, she’d never wanted to bite someone so badly.

“Take my blood, Seer. You must take it now.” The urgency in Kota’s voice jolted her. Suddenly she felt weak, light-headed, and on the verge of passing out.

He pushed his wrist against her lips. She didn’t hesitate as she bit his flesh. His blood flooded her mouth, tangy, and so powerful, it jolted her body. She drank deeply, moaning as both of them continued to fuck her hard. She felt her orgasm start in her belly, a tingling that spread from her stomach to her fingers and toes. As her orgasm ripped through her, her fangs left Kota’s wrist and a growl came from her throat. She grabbed Kota’s wrist and struck again.

She felt Eli extract his fangs from her neck as her pussy clenched around his cock. She moaned when he roared her name. She loved him. She had loved him before she knew his name, before the mated bond had been made. Now, love didn’t seem a strong enough word for what she felt for him. Feeling him inside of her was ecstasy, pure and simple.

Kota’s hard body pressed tighter against her back as he moved. She felt every ripple of muscle in his chest and stomach. His cock was thick and heavy as he pounded into her. Eli lowered his mouth to her breasts, taking her nipple into his mouth, one of his fangs nicking the skin. She moaned a throaty “yes” as he licked the bead of blood away. She felt Kota’s mouth on her neck where Eli had taken her blood. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked across the wound, sealing it closed.

Genevieve felt a hand glide down her stomach toward her clit. She didn’t know who the hand belonged to, and she couldn’t give a fuck as fingers played with her clit. She grabbed the wrist attached to the hand and followed it to an arm, and discovered from the angle, it was Kota’s hand that toyed with her pussy.

“Fuck yeah,” Eli moaned as he increased his pace and the strength of his trusts.

She screamed, not from pain but from absolute pleasure as both of their cocks rocked her. Kota still nipped and licked her neck, so she grabbed his hair, anchoring him to her neck. Eli sucked her nipples, switching from one to the other. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck.

Her mouth watered as she watched his carotid artery pump. Something told her to bite him. For this transformation to be complete she’d need both Kota and Eli’s blood to survive. Everything she’d done tonight had been instinct, her mind and body telling her what to do. She didn’t fight it, didn’t want to fight it, so she bit him hard. She sank her teeth deep into the skin of his neck. His blood tasted sweet, so different from Kota’s. She took deep, greedy pulls.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Eli grasp Kota’s wrist, his lips lifted upwards to expose his massive fangs. She watched him sink his teeth into Kota’s wrist. Suddenly, the most intense orgasm of her life rocked her hard. Her teeth came out of Eli’s neck, his teeth came out of Kota’s wrist, and at the same moment, all three of them fell into oblivion.

She could feel them both throb as they came into her body. Eli filled her pussy, Kota filled her ass. Genevieve had never felt so sated before. A few moments later, she felt Kota pull out and move off the bed. Part of her wanted to make sure he was all right. Both Eli and she had taken his blood, but her body and soul wrapped around Eli. The sex had been rough, much rougher than she had ever had, but she felt no pain. She felt safe and secure in Eli’s arms. She sensed Kota already healing as he sat on the other side of the room. His body emanated a soft hum as it recuperated from its role in her transformation.

She rested her head on Eli’s broad shoulder as he gently stroked her back. She felt him lift her off the bed, so she wrapped her legs around his waist. The movement caused his dick to slip from her pussy. She felt empty, barren, incomplete without him. Her eyes closed as he turned the water to the shower on. A moment later she felt warm water cascading down her body. Eli set her on her feet and washed her from head to toe. His ministrations were so gentle, so different from the way he invaded her body with rough thrusts and hands that gripped tightly. Now, he treated her as a prized possession, like she had been blown from the most fragile piece of glass ever known.

Genevieve still didn’t understand it all. Regardless of her visions, she still didn’t fully grasp the concept of it all. Her questions would have to wait until tomorrow for her body and mind were far too tired to worry about any of it now. Once the shower ended, Eli wrapped her in a large, soft towel and again carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and covered her with the thick blanket before he slid in behind her and held her close.

“Je t'aime avec mon âme, Genevieve.”
Eli’s husky voice whispered in her ear just before she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. His words, spoken in perfect French, floated through her mind in her dreams. “I love you with my soul, Genevieve.”

Eli paced around the sitting room the next day. He watched Genevieve fall asleep, exhausted from the goings-on earlier in the evening. He couldn’t figure out why he felt so restless, so on edge. When in Genevieve’s presence, there was nothing he couldn’t do. Not a single shred of doubt went through his mind. Away from her, he felt like a mess. Eli couldn’t figure out why that was, why he felt so off-kilter without her, and it drove him crazy.

“Have a good time?”

Eli turned to see Asa standing in the doorway holding two glasses in his hand.

“I think I’m going crazy.”

“No, not crazy. Just mated.” Asa laughed as he walked into the room and handed Eli one of the glasses.

Eli drank it greedily, his chest burning as the liquor rolled down his throat.

“Why do I feel fucking crazy when I’m away from her?”

Asa smiled when he spoke. “Because she’s all that matters. She’s all that will ever matter.”

Eli knew Asa to be right. There would never be anything more important than his mate. She made everything better, made everything fall into its rightful place. He was a fighter in every since of the word, but if Genevieve wanted a picnic and flowers he would give them to her, no questions asked. He finally figured out what the odd feeling was when he saw her the first time. He had truly loved her even before his soul bonded with hers.

“I hate sharing her with Kota.” He spat the name out.

“Well, that unfortunately is nonnegotiable. He goes where she goes and nothing will ever change that. Unless he dies.”

“There’s a thought.”

Asa laughed as he took a seat. “Yes, it is, but sadly, she wouldn’t survive that.”

Eli rolled his eyes at that even though he knew it to be true. He would tolerate Kota because he was a necessity. Eli, no matter how much he wanted Kota gone, felt grateful the shifter had been there the night before. She wouldn’t have survived the transformation without his blood. The three of them shared an unbreakable bond now, connected by their blood. The more he thought about the way Kota watched over Genevieve, the more he realized, he didn’t hate the shifter as much as he thought he did.

“Son of a bitch,” Eli groaned, dropping his chin to his chest.

“You can’t hate him, can you?”

“Fuck you! And if you tell anyone, I’ll rip your fangs out.”