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neck.
    Her mouth watered as she watched his carotid artery pump. Something told her to bite him. For this transformation to be complete she’d need both Kota and Eli’s blood to survive. Everything she’d done tonight had been instinct, her mind and body telling her what to do. She didn’t fight it, didn’t want to fight it, so she bit him hard. She sank her teeth deep into the skin of his neck. His blood tasted sweet, so different from Kota’s. She took deep, greedy pulls.
    Out of the corner of her eye she saw Eli grasp Kota’s wrist, his lips lifted upwards to expose his massive fangs. She watched him sink his teeth into Kota’s wrist. Suddenly, the most intense orgasm of her life rocked her hard. Her teeth came out of Eli’s neck, his teeth came out of Kota’s wrist, and at the same moment, all three of them fell into oblivion.
    She could feel them both throb as they came into her body. Eli filled her pussy, Kota filled her ass. Genevieve had never felt so sated before. A few moments later, she felt Kota pull out and move off the bed. Part of her wanted to make sure he was all right. Both Eli and she had taken his blood, but her body and soul wrapped around Eli. The sex had been rough, much rougher than she had ever had, but she felt no pain. She felt safe and secure in Eli’s arms. She sensed Kota already healing as he sat on the other side of the room. His body emanated a soft hum as it recuperated from its role in her transformation.
    She rested her head on Eli’s broad shoulder as he gently stroked her back. She felt him lift her off the bed, so she wrapped her legs around his waist. The movement caused his dick to slip from her pussy. She felt empty, barren, incomplete without him. Her eyes closed as he turned the water to the shower on. A moment later she felt warm water cascading down her body. Eli set her on her feet and washed her from head to toe. His ministrations were so gentle, so different from the way he invaded her body with rough thrusts and hands that gripped tightly. Now, he treated her as a prized possession, like she had been blown from the most fragile piece of glass ever known.
    Genevieve still didn’t understand it all. Regardless of her visions, she still didn’t fully grasp the concept of it all. Her questions would have to wait until tomorrow for her body and mind were far too tired to worry about any of it now. Once the shower ended, Eli wrapped her in a large, soft towel and again carried her to the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and covered her with the thick blanket before he slid in behind her and held her close.
    “Je t'aime avec mon âme, Genevieve.” Eli’s husky voice whispered in her ear just before she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep. His words, spoken in perfect French, floated through her mind in her dreams. “I love you with my soul, Genevieve.”

Chapter Four
     
    Eli paced around the sitting room the next day. He watched Genevieve fall asleep, exhausted from the goings-on earlier in the evening. He couldn’t figure out why he felt so restless, so on edge. When in Genevieve’s presence, there was nothing he couldn’t do. Not a single shred of doubt went through his mind. Away from her, he felt like a mess. Eli couldn’t figure out why that was, why he felt so off-kilter without her, and it drove him crazy.
    “Have a good time?”
    Eli turned to see Asa standing in the doorway holding two glasses in his hand.
    “I think I’m going crazy.”
    “No, not crazy. Just mated.” Asa laughed as he walked into the room and handed Eli one of the glasses.
    Eli drank it greedily, his chest burning as the liquor rolled down his throat.
    “Why do I feel fucking crazy when I’m away from her?”
    Asa smiled when he spoke. “Because she’s all that matters. She’s all that will ever matter.”
    Eli knew Asa to be right. There would never be anything more important than his mate. She made everything better, made everything fall into its rightful place. He was