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

His huge frame shuddered when, instead of pushing him away, she pressed her body into his. The dance was seductive, and had it not been for the layer of clothing between them, Eli’s deepest desires would’ve come to pass.
    He didn’t know when one song ended and another began. He’d been so lost in everything about her. Without thinking, he slid his hand down her hip to her upper thigh. The skin of her leg lit his insides on fire. He couldn’t stop himself from trailing his hand up until it reached the hem of her skirt. Eli kept going until his finger tips ran across her folds. Her pussy was so hot and wet. He nearly ripped her clothes away. He could sense her desire to have him.
    Suddenly, she grabbed her forehead, doubling over and crying out. “No, please, not now!”
    He’d seen this happen to her before. Excruciating headaches slammed into her out of nowhere. He picked her up and swiftly made his way toward the door.
    Seeing her in pain did strange things to his heart. He didn’t understand why he cared in the least for a human woman. He wanted her, yes, but he’d never cared about anything other than killing as many of the Fallen as he could. He’d seen the bastards near her home recently. The fallen were the one true enemy of the vampire race; they were soulless beings set on one thing, destroying vampires.
    Eli carried her home. He ran, his muscles stretching and pulling as his powerful legs carried him effortlessly through the city, keeping to the back alleys to avoid the watchful eyes of the humans. He opened the door telepathically, carried her up to her room, and laid her in her bed. She didn’t look comfortable, so he took the liberty of undressing her. She moaned, reaching for her head again. Vampires could sense pain in others. What he felt would be half of what she did. That fact made him worry for her. He felt trapped in his own skin, like his brain would hammer its way out of his skull at any second.
    Tapping into her mind, Eli eased her pain so she would relax. He eased her heels off her feet and unzipped and pulled her short skirt down her legs. She wore no panties. Her shirt, a scrap of material, came off with a small twist of his wrist. She lay bare before him for the taking. Her body called to him like a siren.
    He looked at her face, finally at peace from the headache. Her eyes opened sluggishly, blinking against the fog he put there, and met his, causing his breath to catch. Without his permission, his hand gripped her ankle, working its way up her leg.
    Leaning down with his mouth at her ear he whispered, “I want to taste you.”
    “Yes, taste me, please,” she whispered. He hesitated because he didn’t want to do something to her she might not like. When she moaned and nodded her assent she nudged him with her foot. His body responded on its own accord. Running his nose from her neck to the valley between her breasts, Eli breathed in as much of her as he could. He continued down her stomach until he reached her dripping pussy. The smell of her caused him to growl, a fierce sound reverberating around the room.
    His tongue met her clit at the same time her hips bucked against him. When he tasted her for the first time, the need to make her his overwhelmed his entire being. The feeling controlled his very soul. He spread her legs wider, groaning when her hands tangled into his hair, holding him in place. As he worked her pussy, she squirmed upwards. He placed his forearm across her hips, pinning her in place.
    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