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

WICKED DREAMS
    The Wicked
     
    COPPER COLE
    Copyright © 2012
     
     
     
     
     
Chapter One
     
    Eli circled outside the club for a second time. He sensed her inside, the undeniable pull to something he knew nothing about. His mission was simply to watch a human woman. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t ask questions. He did what he had been told. Warriors didn’t question orders and his were to follow the human and protect her if any danger fell upon her. The music vibrated through the concrete walls. He knew his charge would be dancing. Her body would be swaying to and fro with the beat. Those hips of hers would be twisting and turning in the alluring way only she had.
    “Eli, what’s up with you tonight?” Asa asked, smacking Eli on the back of the head.
    Eli abruptly stopped walking and looked sharply at his best friend. “What the fuck?”
    A low growl crawled up his throat. Just as he balled his fist up to punch Asa in the mouth, he caught a scent, stopping him dead in his tracks. He took a deep breath, taking in that sweet floral scent. His fangs lowered, throbbing with want as the scent enveloped his entire being. He turned his head and saw her in the alley. She was the only thing Eli saw, the only thing he felt, until a man slapped her so hard she lost her footing.
    Eli’s feet moved before the man’s hand could make it completely around. He moved to grab the man, but he stopped when a small fist landed against the man’s throat. Eli watched the man grab his neck and sink down to the ground. Seeing the woman throat-punch a man twice her size had Eli’s cock so hard, he feared it might come through his zipper. Before he could say anything to her, she sauntered back into the club, straightening her skirt as she went.
    “Damn, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Asa said, clapping Eli on the shoulder.
    “Come on, we have work to do.” Eli shrugged his friend’s hand away and stalked into the club.
    He knew where she’d be and when the dance floor came into view, he saw her there. He watched as her body moved to the beat. For a month he’d been keeping an eye on her. He knew the first time he saw her something had been different about her. Never had the vampire race been so interested in a human before. That didn’t concern him as much as the fact she was never far from Eli’s mind. He could pick up her scent from miles away, could feel her presence before she entered a room.
    “Eli, where you going?”
    “I got it tonight. You can head out,” he told Asa, never taking his eyes off the human woman.
    He didn’t hear what Asa said as he continued to move toward the dance floor. The club was crowded, but he only saw her. Eli knew everything about her. Her name was Genevieve LaFlur. She was twenty-five years old. A tall female standing at five feet ten inches tall and weighing one hundred and twenty five pounds.
    There were things he didn’t know and would kill to find out, like how her naked body would feel against his. How tight her pussy would feel around his dick. How her nails would feel as she scratched his back. He watched her raise her arms above her head, her legs spread slightly, her hips swaying to the beat. Her left hand grabbed her long hair and twisted it up. Eli watched a single drop of sweat roll down the column of her elegant neck, between her bare shoulder blades, and into the silk of her shirt.
    Her scent was so strong he nearly lost his control. He wanted nothing more than to claim her body as his. To plunge himself so deep inside of her, she’d scream his name for hours. His cock twitched, his fangs throbbed, and his fingers longed to feel her flesh beneath them. Pushing people out of the way, he walked up behind her. Placing his large hands on her hips, he moved in tandem with her.
    Over the last month, he’d seen her reject plenty of men who made advances on her. He’d control her mind if he had to, in order to have the simple pleasure of dancing with her.