Title: Between The Furs.
Beta Reader: The amazing: Joie Cullen :)
Summary: Eric Northman has 30 day's and 30 nights to find a wife or else he'll lose his inheritance. AH/AU – Lemons.
Note: Story edited on: 18th of February 2012. I accidentally re-posted the origional version first, not the beta'd.
This Is the beta'd version :) Thanks again, to the amazing: Joie Cullen!
Disclaimer: All SS-SVM characters belong to Charlaine Harris.

Chapter 1.
Eric Northman POV.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The old man had to have the last word, that last hold over me. His last command before he passed away, with my mother as a witness, was find a wife in 30 days or else you'll lose your inheritance.

Which basically translates: Find a girl and marry her within thirty-days or else.

There blows my freedom, the end to my ah... pleasurable lifestyle. I'd enjoyed many woman over the years.

I'd never been short of a bed partner and I liked to use my good looks to my advantage as well as my title, power, and influence. Though I'd never force anyone into my bed; they came willingly and eager to please me.

It is now two days into the thirty-day dead line. What a way to start the new year? It's the month of January and My father died on the first of January, 2012. It is now two days into the thirty day dead line, what a way to start the new year? I recently turned twenty four, I was at the prime of my life and Father asks this of me now?

I should be out there partying and care-free. Enjoying living life to the full. Well, I've had ten years of fun, and fun indeed it was. With a wealthy family I had the privileges that most normal folk could only dream.

I loved my life style, I wasn't ready to settle down and have a family. I wanted to enjoy life and live it to the full till at least thirty-five. Like his cousin, Pamela Swynford De Beaufort, she let her hair down, head raised high, nose up in the air with out a care in the world about what the general public thought of her.

Unbeknown to her father, his Uncle Felipe De Beaufort-De Castro, Pam prefers woman to men and has courted woman right under her father's nose with out getting detected. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with. I sighed, our troublesome duo day's were officially over. Wondering how to break the news to Pam I decided to ring her instead of a face-to-face conversation.

Pam picked up on second ring.

"This better be good, cousin. I'm having dessert." I cringed, I loved woman, but with Pam, if your not careful she'll go into full detail of said dessert and I wasn't having any of it. Equally so, now I can't share that dessert or have any dessert until I find a wife... Did I forget to mention my father put me on lock down? Unfair isn't it?

"Hellooooo?" Pam said, bored.

"He's dead." Was all I said, and with those two words I had her full attention.

"Shit." Was Pam's smart reply.

"Indeed. Along with my freedom!" I responded bitterly.

"What did the old man demand this time? Surely, from what I hear he was too ill to speak?" Pam asked, I sighed.

"Well my father spoke perfectly clear to me, in front of myself and mother yesterday. We haven't issued a statement yet, so you best keep your trap shut Pamela or else I'll know who's door to be knocking down." I warned.

"Crystal clear!" Pam said, serious for once.

"Good. The old man had enough life left in him to give me one last command.." I trailed off waiting for Pam's response.

"That doesn't sound good. And don't leave it hanging like that. Give me the details." She demanded. I smirked, though, I wasn't happy with what was about to fall out of my mouth.

"He told me I basically had to find a girl within thirty-days and marry her or else I lose my inheritance."

"Ouch." Pam said, with sympathy.

"And those were his last words, with mother as witness." I grumbled.

"Aw, maybe you should consider bedding just the one when you find her, Eric. It's not as bad as you think. My Amelia is very satisfying, so satisfying that I haven't looked twice at another since I first met her." I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

I knew things where pretty serious between Pam and Amelia but I didn't realize how serious things had become.

"Does Uncle know?" I asked, knowing the answer to the question already.

"Do you seriously think I'm stupid Eric?" She hissed. "He'd lock me up for the rest of my life if he caught me in an inappropriate way – or a way he deemed inappropriate - with a woman. He'd probably marry me off as soon as he could to the most unattractive man on the planet as punishment." She paused. "Men are bad enough as it is."

"HEY!" I shouted, defending my sex. "Not all men are bad Pamela. You happen to be related to and best friends with said man." I pointed out.

"Humph. You're not a man if your grumbling about getting married to a woman, Eric. I'd say you are a coward." I could almost see Pam smirking and my eyes flashed in anger and irritation. She'd set the fuel alight and I could see where this was going already. She'd said the words I needed to hear.

"I am no coward, Pamela Swynford De Beaufort! I hissed.

"Really?" She taunted.

"Really." I growled.

"So why, dear cousin are you sat on your ass, mopping around about the loss of your freedom. Because Daddy, and now cousin, Pamela, are challenging you?" She said the magic word that fed that fuel burning within me.

"What are you saying Pamela?" I already new, but I wanted to hear it from her.

"I, Pamela Swynford De Beaufort, challenge you, Eric Alexander Northman, to find a wife in the time you've been given with the help of your beloved cousin and her sexy lover Amelia Broadway." She paused. "Do you accept this challenge, Sire?"

I didn't like it one bit, I didn't like it because Pam just basically took it upon herself to play match-maker, add Miss Broadway into the mix, and you've got double the trouble and I already had enough on my plate, along with a country to run. I didn't have time for this shit, but my father had left me with no choice. Now it was time to shape up and grow the fuck up and become the King my father trained me to be and complete his last mission as much as I wish I didn't have too.

"I accept the challenge with the help of yourself and Miss Amelia Broadway."

"Good." Pam said, I could almost picture the smirk on her face, the mischievous, dangerous twinkle in her eyes and I couldn't help but groan at her next words.

"Let the match-making begin." Pam's evil cackle greeted me along with whom I could only assume was Amelia's giggles in the background and hung up pretty quickly!

I moved into my large bathroom and stood in front of the large mirror that covered most of one wall opposite the large bath – Jacuzzi tub - and shower.

As I stared at myself, I briefly wondered what I'd just gotten himself into.