Wicked Dreams [The Wicked] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) Read Free Page A

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.”
    Genevieve watched as Sophia’s mouth hung open slightly, and for a brief moment a pained look crossed her face. Genevieve didn’t understand what the big deal could be. She figured tapping into other people’s minds had been some weird vampire power. Suddenly, she was assaulted with thoughts from Sophia and the others who’d come outside. She grabbed her head as visions flashed. She stumbled backward, expecting to hit the ground.
    “I got you.” A deep, sensual voice spoke into her ear. Eli.
    He lifted her into his arms, the voices and pain ebbing immediately the closer he held her.
    “It doesn’t hurt as bad when I’m in your arms,” Genevieve told him, curling up against his massive chest.
    “She’s progressed much too quickly for her human mind to handle. We must start her transformation.” Genevieve didn’t know who said it.
    She didn’t understand why she felt okay about all this. She should be running and screaming for the hills, not curling up in the arms of a vampire.
     
    * * * *
     
    Eli watched, for the second time tonight, Genevieve’s eyes go from white to hazel. He could see the artery in her temple throb with the pressure in her brain. A trickle of blood ran from her nose down her lip. He reached into her mind and eased her to sleep. She’d need her rest if the transformation was to happen so soon.
    “Do you not know why you can hear her? Or why your mere presence eases her pain?” Josiah, another General, asked as he moved a strand of hair away from Genevieve’s face.
    They all looked at her like she was the most important thing in the universe. As Eli gazed down at her, he realized he felt the same way. There wasn’t a single thing in the world he wouldn’t do for her. The pull he’d felt for her before was nothing compared to what he felt now.
    “You, Eli, are her true mate,” Sophia said, with a hint of something in her voice Eli couldn’t recognize.
    Eli nearly dropped Genevieve when Sophia’s words sank into his mind. He was a warrior who knew nothing of love or being mated. He looked from Genevieve to Sophia and back again, still not completely comprehending what the hell was going on. He looked to his left and saw Asa walking toward him.
    “Let me take her while you get your head together.”
    As Eli passed her from his arms to Asa’s, he felt an immediate emptiness. When he pulled his hands away and broke the last physical connection, she woke up with a scream, grasping her head. Blood came out of her ears and nose. He grabbed her again, pulling her so tightly against him he feared he’d crush her. A menacing growl rippled out of him as everyone tried to get to her. He knew they were only trying to help, but some part of him snapped when she screamed. Some deep part of him he’d never known existed lashed out and vowed to protect Genevieve.
    “Come, Eli, bring her inside,” Josiah said with a sweep of his arm toward the door.
    Eli carried her inside and to the closest