by Copper Cole
Chapter Ten
They had been searching for Talia for two days. Genevieve could feel all their blood sing in her veins. Eli’s felt powerful, unstoppable. Kota’s was full of healing powers she would never be able to understand. She felt Talia’s blood stir, lithe and full of power. Genevieve concentrated on the feel of Talia’s blood as it raged through her body. She could always tell when Eli and Kota weren’t near her because their blood didn’t flow smoothly through her, like everything got out of balance when separated from them.
Talia’s blood screamed. Genevieve felt as though if she didn’t find her immediately, she’d go insane. Her feet moved swiftly in the direction Talia’s blood led her. Eli and Kota were in step behind her. She knew Talia wasn’t injured, but she felt her fear. Fear of dying, but not because she feared death. Talia was afraid because she felt as though she would fail the Seer.
She pushed thoughts from her mind to Talia’s, hoping they would be heard. “Hold on, Talia. We are coming for you.”
Not sure if the message would be received, Genevieve opened her mind completely and listened. She knew Talia would stay in her wolf form because she’d be stronger that way. She got glimpses of what Talia had been through. Genevieve snarled as yet another Fallen taunted the wolf. They poked at her with cattle prods and threw scraps of rotting food at her. Kota and Eli growled as her thoughts seeped into their minds. Genevieve knew all their bodies were dangerously close to being spent. If they kept up at this pace they would be useless when they did find her. Suddenly, Genevieve stopped. She felt as though she could touch Talia, she was so close.
“She’s here.”
They looked around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Abandoned buildings, alleys full of poverty, the homeless people, the scent of decaying trash, stray animals looking for scraps of food, and desperation was heavy in the air. Genevieve closed her eyes and focused on the feeling of Talia.
“I feel you here.” Talia’s thoughts rang in all their minds. “Wait five more minutes. They will change guards.”
Five minutes later, Genevieve knew the only way to get Talia out would be to dematerialize, grab Talia, and return to the others. Finding cover, she kissed Eli before he could object. Kota, still in wolf form, couldn’t stop her without pinning her down. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes again, and dematerialized. She took form again next to Talia. They were in a cage so small Genevieve couldn’t even stand upright.
“We have less than a minute,” Talia thought frantically.
“Hold your breath. It will make it less shocking when we take form again.”
The female wolf took a deep breath before Genevieve grabbed handfuls of her once pristine white coat, and dematerialized. The last thing she heard before leaving the damp basement was a woman’s lilting laughter.
As she took form again next to Eli and Kota, she teetered on her feet. Exhaustion gripped her tightly, but she had no time for being tired. The Fallen surrounded them. She grabbed her daggers, put her back against Eli’s, and prepared to fight. Flashes of a vision raced through her mind. Visions of the Fallen cutting them down one by one until Eli, Kota, Talia and Genevieve were nothing but bits and pieces. She knew if they didn’t escape quickly they would lose this fight. Just as Eli sliced the throat of the closest Fallen solider, Genevieve dropped her knives, grabbed his arm, and because the wolves stood so close, she grabbed both of their ears in her other hand and dematerialized them.
She had just enough strength to get them back to the compound. As they rematerialized in the sitting room, Genevieve fell to her knees, gasping for breath. Eli wasted no time in offering his wrist for her to drink from. Although he had to be nearly as weak as her, she drank anyway.
“I can’t shift yet—” Kota thought, but he was interrupted by Talia’s voice.
“I can.” She offered her wrist to Genevieve. “You must drink from me. I can feel your need for shifter blood.” Talia moved Eli’s wrist away and then pushed her own wrist against Genevieve’s fangs.
She bit hard, looking to Talia with apologetic eyes. Less than a minute later, Genevieve felt like she could conquer the world. She knew how strong Kota’s blood was, but Talia’s felt strong in a different way. The blood Genevieve drank from Talia not two days before wasn’t even this strong. She didn’t understand it, but she felt as though she couldn’t get enough. When Talia swayed and paled, Genevieve released her wrist.
Talia licked the puncture wound, sealing it closed. Eli wrapped a blanket around Talia’s naked body before leading her to the couch. Genevieve looked at Kota as he paced back and forth, waiting for his body to regain the strength to shift back to his human form. Finally, an hour and a half after they had returned to the compound, Kota shifted. He barely had the energy to stand, but he moved to Genevieve.
“Are you well? Do you need more blood?”
“I’m fine, Kota. You should go rest, both of you.” She looked back and forth between Kota and Talia.
Genevieve knew what they needed to do in order to regain their full strength. For now, they were all back at the compound, together, and in one piece. She knew the Fallen would come again, that this war was far from over. The vampires and the shifters had won this battle, but there would be more. Until then, she would train, learn to control her visions, and love her mate. Genevieve now not only had one Guardian, but two.
As Kota led Talia out of the room, she looked over her shoulder and gave Genevieve a nod and a smile. When the shifters were out of sight, she moved to Eli and wrapped herself around him. His hands on her body felt so good. The only thing that could feel better was his cock buried deep inside her.
When her thoughts caressed his mind, Eli growled and ground his dick against her. She blocked out Kota and Talia because she wanted this to be between her and Eli. For once in their relationship she wanted to be with him without others listening in. Being in the sitting room, she knew anyone could walk in, so she dematerialized them to their suite. He gasped when they reappeared on the bed.
Not giving him a chance to recover, she stripped him of his clothes. Once they were both naked, she straddled him, moaning loudly as she sank down hard onto his dick. He gripped her hips harshly, but she loved the feeling. She loved the way he filled her to the brim. Rolling her hips against him, she dropped her head back as he bit her neck. The feeling of his fangs buried in her neck was pure ecstasy. Her pussy clenched tightly as she came. Her orgasm brought Eli to completion, and she loved the way his cock pulsed inside of her.
Genevieve’s life had changed so much in such a short period of time. She used to be a lonely human woman with no friends, family, or meaning at all. Now, she embodied everything powerful, sexual, and magical. Being the Seer had seemed like such a fairy tale, but now she embraced it. She would love her mate and do all she could to protect the vampire people.
“Je t'aime avec mon âme, Genevieve.”
She smiled. His deep voice lulled her, his warm breath washed over her. She truly loved Eli like she’d never loved anyone or anything. Being safe and secure in her mate’s arms, Genevieve closed her eyes. She could rest easy tonight. They had gotten Talia back, and no one had been harmed. She fell asleep to the strong thump of Eli’s heartbeat.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Copper hales from Atlanta, Ga. She finds great joy in the simple things in life: walking through a park and watching the way people interact with others, meeting a new friend, or simply watching the sun dip down behind the horizon.
Copper likes to get lost in the worlds she creates. Making things people only imagine in their minds come to life on the pages of her stories. Vampires, shifters, evil villains, and deep, soulful love are what make her write what she does. Taking things that have been used for centuries and putting her own spin on them make write a joy and often help her through hard times.
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