Wicked Dreams [The Wicked] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Copper Cole Page B

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 Her body called out to him in a way that superseded anything else.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.
     
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    Kota couldn’t stop the images that flooded his mind.