Chapter Seven:
Isabel starred in horror at the form she never thought she would lay her eyes on again. It was impossible. She must have been seeing things.
He was supposed to be dead.
"Godric?"
Godric's fangs were bared at Stan, however, his orbs narrowed into mere slits as he crouched before Grace protectively.
"She is mine," Godric growled for a second time. The realization of what he had done hadn't hit him yet. He cared of nothing except for the shaking girl behind him. She was all that mattered.
"How?" Stan sat against the wall, his eyes widened in surprise. "How the hell are you alive?"
Godric didn't utter a word and instead hissed at the cowboy. He had pushed Godric's buttons one too many times.
"This isn't possible," Isabel whispered, shaking her head. She had to have been seeing things. It wasn't possible that her former sheriff was standing before her. He had burned. Eric had confirmed it. "You're dead."
Godric's orbs never left Stan's, but he allowed himself to respond to the shocked Sheriff. "I am not."
"How?" Isabel stepped forward, taking the ancient vampire in. He appeared the same; it was as if no time had passed at all. He didn't seem harmed. He didn't appear like he had been scorched to nothing but ash or a pile of goo. "How is this possible?"
Godric didn't respond, however, and only growled when Stan slowly began to rise. The cowboy froze, as Godric stepped forward; not even he was stupid enough to anger the vampire once named Death.
"Leave us," Isabel ordered, sending Stan a pointed glare. "Tell no one of this, but leave us."
Stan shot a glance between Isabel and Godric before disappearing at once. The moment he was out of sight, Godric's shoulders relaxed as he straightened and turned towards Grace. He still ignored Isabel, caring only for the girl.
"You are alright?" he inspected her neck, his gaze sweeping over every inch of her. "You are not harmed?"
"I'm fine," Grace's voice was tiny as she assured. Her mouth felt dry from the excitement she wished she hadn't been a part of. "I'm okay."
Godric nodded as he stormy gaze moved over her shoulder to where Isabel stood. When his stare caught hers, Isabel's eyes grew even wider. It wasn't possible, not in the least, but she knew without a doubt that he was very much alive.
"How?"
Godric sighed as caressed Grace's cheek while answering. "I never met the sun."
"But Eric…"
"He does not know."
Isabel frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. "But how could…" realization dawned. "You faked your death."
"I did," he nodded slowly.
"But why? Why fake your death?" Isabel didn't understand. She knew Godric had been miserable and depressed. She had understood why he had chosen to meet the true death. But why had he changed his mind? Why had he led everyone to believe he had ended his existence?
"I needed time," he replied honestly. "I needed…something," when his gaze moved back to Grace, Isabel had a very good feeling what that something was. Soon his orbs were back on hers, concern filling them. "They do not know. Eric and Nora, they know nothing of this."
"Eric was distraught."
"I know," Godric nodded sadly. "But it needed to be this way."
"Why?"
"I had my reasons."
Isabel nodded; she knew Godric well enough to know he didn't share what he did not wish to.
"I didn't mean for this to occur this way," Godric's hand drew away from Grace, and he tried not to feel pleasure at the small frowned that crossed her lips as he pulled away. Now was not the time. "They were not supposed to find out this way."
"I will not utter a word of this to a single soul," Isabel assured. "I will stake Stan myself before he says anything."
At the mention of the cowboy, Godric's eyes narrowed. "He has still not learned respect."
"It's Stan,"
"Indeed," he glanced down at Grace before gazing at the woman. "I only need a few days and then I will make myself known to the Authority. I ask for those few days as an old friend. I cannot let them know from another."
Isabel nodded in assurance. "I understand, Godric. No one will know of this. I would suggest leaving soon before the nest grows suspicious."
He nodded as he grasped onto Grace's hand. "She had no part in the vampires' murders."
"It was you," she assumed.
"They were threatening what was mine. I had every right," his hand tightened around Grace's. He would kill a thousand vampires in order to keep his Grace safe.
"Consider the matter forgotten," she had no desire to prosecute her former Sheriff. He had always offered her a great deal of respect and kindness. He had let Hugo live, despite being a traitor. She could only show him the same kindness. "I'm happy that you did not meet the sun, Godric."
"You have done well, Isabel," Godric praised before gently tugging Grace towards the door. "But as you suggest, we must take our leave."
"Of course. Know you are welcome here always."
He had Grace in his arms and was gone without a second glance.
"Godric?" Grace tried to tug her hand out of Godric's grasp. His hold only seemed to tighten, however, as he half dragged her down the sidewalk. "Is everything okay?"
"No, everything is not okay," he voiced icily.
Her eyebrows furrowed as she continued to tug, hoping he would let her go. His grasp was beginning to sting, and she had a feeling she was going to have a light bruise in the morning.
"Godric," she dug her heel into the ground, hoping that would stop the hurrying vampire. She could barely keep up to his quick strides and had already begun to trip over herself as he turned the corner, his once nest now completely out of sight. "Godric, seriously, stop!"
She was surprised when he did in fact come to an abrupt stop, his hand immediately releasing hers. Grace frowned as she rubbed at her sore hand, trying to understand what was wrong with the vampire. He hadn't been the one who had been taken from a park and nearly killed; that had been her.
"Godric, what' wrong…"
"How could you be so stupid!" Godric twisted around, his orbs blazing with fury. Grace's eyes widened as she took a quick step back.
"Godric…"
"You knew it wasn't safe. You knew not to go outside!" he hissed, his hands curling into tight fists at his side. "How foolish could you possibly be?"
"What was I supposed to do? Never leave my apartment?"
"Yes!"
Her mouth dropped open. "I have a life. I can't just hide out in my apartment every single day until I die!"
"You hadn't left before tonight," he argued.
She was about to retort, but was stopped as she realized what he had said. "How would you know if I've left or not?"
He just stood there huffing and puffing, and she could almost imagine steam coming out of his ears. He was furious, and she shouldn't be pushing at him, but she couldn't help her curiosity. How did he know if she left her apartment or not? He was supposed to be gone. He had told her he would never see her again. He wasn't supposed to know what she was doing and where she was.
Unless he had never left.
"You've been stalking me!" she accused, her own anger beginning to boil. "You said you were leaving but you've been stalking me!"
"I haven't been stalking," he defended grumpily, his orbs narrowing into slits. "I've merely been ensuring that you've been safe. And that you didn't pull any idiotic stunts like the one you pulled tonight."
"Well then where were you tonight? Stalking skills not up to par?" she shot back. She couldn't believe him. How could he just make her believe that he was leaving and end up hanging around anyways? Didn't he realize just how miserable she had been? The nerve of him! "I can't believe you've been stalking me this entire time. That is not okay, Godric!"
"I wasn't stalking you."
"You've been like what, staring at me through the window when I'm not aware? Yeah, that's classified as stalking, Godric!"
A low growl sounded from the back of his throat, but she wasn't buying it as she glared right back at him. He couldn't get angry with her when he had lied and stalked her.
"I was simply sitting on the roof to ensure your safety. I wasn't stalking," he insisted.
Grace raised an eyebrow. "That's still stalking. Which means you lied to me about leaving. What do you have to say for yourself on that one?"
When Godric began breathing heavily, Grace wondered if perhaps she was taking this too far. She wasn't even sure if she was all that angry with him. No, she knew that she wasn't. She was annoyed, sure, that he had lied and had been stalking her. But he was still there. It was because he had been paying attention that he had been able to figure out where she was. She was grateful for his perfect timing, even if she was extremely irked that he had made her believe he was gone.
"We wouldn't be having this conversation if you hadn't of left tonight," he quickly turned the tables.
"Well technically we wouldn't be here at all if you hadn't of killed two vampires," she snapped right back. She could play this game too.
"Perhaps I should have just let them drain you dry."
"Well maybe you should have."
They just glared at one another for the longest time, Grace finally being the first to blink and to huff in frustration. This was getting them nowhere, but she refused to be the first one to break. He had been the one to stalk and lie to her, after all.
"If you weren't so infuriating…" Godric trailed off with a grunt.
"Oh so this is all my fault then," Grace rolled her eyes.
When he suddenly appeared a bit to close for her liking – or perhaps not close enough, she wasn't sure – she stilled completely. She held her breath as she risked a glance up at the furious vampire, wondering if perhaps she had poked and prodded him a bit too much. He was still a vampire. He was still a monster deep down inside.
When he didn't utter a word, Grace began to fidget nervously. "Godric?" she whispered, hoping not to make him any angrier. The dark look in his eyes, however, never wavered, and she attempted to distance herself from him.
He wouldn't have it, though, and instead grasped onto her jacket and tugged her back, her chest bumping into his. She lost the ability to breathe again as she stared up at his worriedly.
"You are so infuriating," he repeated, muttering barely loud enough for her to hear.
"Sorry?" she offered in a tiny voice.
"I've killed people for speaking to me in the way you just did," his head tilted to the side, flexing his jaw as if he was trying to soothe an ache.
"Are you going to kill me, then?" her eyes grew wide.
He chuckled darkly, a single finger rising and tracing the length of her jaw. "How could I possibly harm you?"
"Okay then," her heart was beating wildly. "Glad we got that covered. Now, er, you can just let me go and I'll…"
She tried to pull away, but his hand flew to her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh to keep her in place. "You aren't going anywhere, my sweet. Just as you will not leave your apartment alone at night."
"You can't tell me what to do, Godric."
"You will not pull this stunt again," he ignored her and instead treated her as if she were a child. "You will remain inside."
"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Godric," she raised her hands and began pushing at Godric's chest. She needed room; she needed to breathe. "Let go."
"What you did tonight was foolish and avoidable," his arm slinked around her waist securely. "And you won't do it again."
"I needed air."
"Then open a window."
"You know what I mean," Grace sighed, continuing her attempts to push him away. "Seriously, Godric, let go. You're being a jerk. You have no right to tell me what to do."
He caught her chin firmly between his fingers. "You are mine. I have every right."
She didn't like it at all that he was referring to her as some sort of toy or pet. She was a human, damn it! "I'm so not yours, Godric."
"I was once worried of claiming you too soon, not wanting to frighten you away," he caressed her cheek, his touch sending tingles throughout her form. There was something in the way his voice lowered, almost dangerously soft, that had her reacting in a way that she really shouldn't be. "But I realize I should have from that very first night."
"I'm not…"
"You are so very much mine," he lowered his head, his nose digging through her locks in search of her neck. A low growl sounded when he was met with his prize. "Now come."
"Come? Where are we…" her own scream cut her off as Godric suddenly took off into the night sky. She squeaked as she grasped tightly onto him out of fear, her eyes growing as wide as saucers as she risked a glance around them. She yelped when she realized how high they were, her hands clutching onto Godric even tighter. She wanted to yell at him for not even warning her, but she was too afraid to even talk. Godric just chuckled as he held onto her tightly, and she made a mental note to smack him for this once they were on solid ground.
It wasn't long, thankfully, until her feet were back planted on the ground. She was even relieved to find the ground to be carpeted, the eyes she hadn't even realized she had squeezed shut opening to find them standing just outside of her apartment.
"Oh thank god," she sighed loudly, her shoulders sagging. When Godric chuckled at her reaction, her eyes narrowed and she slapped at his chest. "Not funny, Godric! A little warning would have been nice!"
He didn't reply, and instead just smirked down at her cheekily. She mumbled a few choice curses under her breath, pulling away from Godric to reach for her key. She was halted, however, as Godric tugged her back against him, his arm locking around her waist. She groaned as she rested her hands on his chest – a chest she was realizing was extremely toned - and tried to push him away. It was a futile attempted, though, the vampire not budging an inch.
"Godric," she grumbled. "Time to let go."
His only response was to tighten his arm around her.
"You can't effectively stalk me while you're so close," she tried to reason. She was starting to feel uncomfortable. The longer she was pressed up against Godric, the more she was beginning to like it. And she really couldn't be thinking about the vampire like that. Especially when he had lied and stalked her and was trying to pull the 'you are mine' card. "Godric, let go."
"You don't seem to mind," he mused, his orbs turning dark with lust. It was becoming a struggle to control himself with her. She infuriated him so much. He should have been furious with her for being so foolish, and yet all he wanted was to push her against her own door and take her right then and there. At the thought, the vampire's smirk widened and his pants began to grow uncomfortably tight.
Grace's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she knew that he was right. She wasn't really minding how close he was at all. "That doesn't mean you shouldn't let me go."
Godric inhaled sharply and was welcomed with a hint of her own arousal. His fangs threatened to drop in that moment, and it took every ounce of strength to keep his primal urges at bay. For now, that was.
"Godric…" she shifted in his arms, only to freeze when she brushed against something hard. Her eyes grew even wider as she quickly averted his gaze. The fact that she wasn't the only one enjoying this should have relieved her, but it didn't.
"You might not want to do that again," he warned. He wouldn't be able to hold himself back if she did.
"Well I wouldn't have done it in the first place if you had just…" she trailed off as his lips lowered to the curve of her neck. He nipped at the skin just above her pulsing vein and she moaned softly, cursing herself as she did so. "Godric…"
She found herself pressed against the wall in seconds, the vampire gripping her hips tightly as he growled lustfully. He wanted her; he so wanted her.
"Godric, we shouldn't be…" Godric pressed his hardness against her and she fell speechless.
A small moan escaped her lips, only to be followed by another as the fingers of one hand began toying with the skin under the hem of her shirt. The other began descending, caressing her inner thigh through her jeans. A louder moan slipped from her lips, her eyes fluttering close as his fingertips danced their way to the bottom of her bra, causing her back to arch. She knew she shouldn't have been enjoying this, especially not after everything, but it just felt too good. She wanted him to stop, and yet keep going, all at the same time and it was confusing. Godric, however, seemed to know her better than herself, and never stopped his travelling hands, caressing every inch of her that he could reach. The moment the pad of his thumb brushed every so lightly across her nipple through the fabric of her bra, she just knew she didn't want this to ever stop.
"You are mine," he growled possessively, his lips ghosting across hers. "And you will not leave your apartment at night."
"You can't…" she tried to be logical, tried to be reasonable. But her thoughts were growing hazy as his fingers drew higher up her thigh. She couldn't think straight while she was pressed between the wall and his rock hard body. She could barely even think straight with distance between them.
"I can," his thumb dipped between her thighs, brushing with just enough pressure to elicit an uncontrollable moan. "And I will. You. Are. Mine."
She couldn't breathe as he pressed his thumb harder against her. Her hips bucked on their own accord, her body no longer in her control. She felt like putty in his hands, and she had a feeling that was exactly what he wanted.
"Hey Gracey, I thought I heard you out here. You were supposed to be back…"
Grace's eyes grew as wide as saucers as Godric grew completely still against her. Her hands had clutched into the fabric of his shirt and only tightened as Amy froze after stepping out of the apartment.
Her eyebrows shot up into her hairline as she gazed between her roommate and Godric. "I'm totally interrupting again."
Godric's smirk widened, his gaze never leaving Grace's. "Good evening."
"Apparently so," Amy snickered, and Grace just knew she was never going to live this one down. "Right then, well I'm on the way to the boyfriend's and I'll be gone all night so…"
She was going to kill her roommate. "That's really not…" there was a sharp intake of breath as Godric's thumb pressed against her again, a shock of pleasure coursing through her.
"Mhmm, right." Amy could barely contain herself, stifling a laugh as she inched towards the stairs. "The door's open. Have fun, Gracey!"
She really wanted to murder her as the red head hurried down the stairs and out of the building.
Once they were again alone, Godric's lips descended on her neck, his tongue darting out to taste the skin just below her earlobe. A gasp sounded from Grace's lips as her hold on his shirt tightened. His other thumb returned to her right nipple, her breathing turning heavy.
"Godric…" Logically she knew she needed to stop him. Logically she knew that she needed to slow this down to a dead stop, and pronto. But she just couldn't find reason in that moment. She didn't are. She didn't want to care. There were a million reasons why this shouldn't have been okay. There were a million reasons to yell at the vampire. But his fingers were working her into immediate submission and she couldn't help but think of nothing but pleasure.
"Invite me in."
"I already have," she reminded, her eyes fluttering close.
"Say it again," he insisted, nibbling on her earlobe. "Now."
"C-come…please come…oh…" his thumb dipped beneath the fabric of her bra, circling her erect nipple. "Fuck, come in!"
He chuckled against her neck as he reached beneath her, lifting her up and forcing her legs to wrap awkwardly around his waist. She yelped as they appeared inside of the apartment, her back roughly shoved against the hallway wall as the door was kicked closed.
"No more going out after dark," he ordered in a low voice, his fingers digging into her hips. "Say it. Say that you won't."
"You can't just…"
Godric growled as he shoved her legs from around his waist, towering back over her as he pressed his entire length against her. "You will not go outside after dark. Do you understand me?"
"I'm not some dog you get boss around," without his finger's ministrations, she was able to think just the slightest bit clearer. And she wasn't having any of his shit. "You can't tell me what to do, Godric."
"You are mine."
"I never agreed to that. I'm a human being; not some toy," she pushed at his chest. The mood was changing drastically, and she was almost sad at the sudden change.
"You are mine; that will not change," he stubbornly retorted, grasping onto her chin. "Do I have to glamour you?"
"Oh you won't," she rolled her eyes. "You can't just call me yours. I don't even know what that means!"
Catching her gaze, his expression softened. She was just as confused as he felt. "It means, my love, that you are completely and without a doubt mine. Just as I am completely yours."
"I still don't know what that means," was this normal for vampires? Did they just go around saying those words to anyone?
His hold on her chin loosened as he began to caress her cheek. His smirk formed a smile as her eyes fluttered back close as she leaned into his touch. She may have been confused, but her body reacted to him and he was pleased. He wanted her. He wanted every inch of her. He didn't want to control her – not unless she pulled idiotic stunts. He wanted the feisty, naïve, innocent girl that hadn't been bared a single ounce of fear towards him when she was only seven years old. He wanted her silly questions one after another. He wanted to fill her with his stories of another lifetime. He wanted to see her sweet smile, to hear her melodic laugh. He wanted the blood to rise to her cheeks as he embarrassed her, as he pushed her buttons and frustrated her. He wanted it all. He wanted her.
"You've brought me a great deal of happiness, Grace," he admitted. "I thought I was cursed to roam this earth alone and miserable. You have no idea the misery I had felt being parted from you for only a few days."
"Yeah well join the club," she muttered.
"I know," he sighed. "I knew of your misery and it pained me."
"You said it was for the best. You said you had to leave. You can't just pop up again and…"
"I made a mistake. I acted foolishly."
"So then can I demand you not to be stupid and idiotic if you do so to me?" she raised an eyebrow.
Godric chuckled, drawing her lips to his and pecking them gently. "Yes, my love. You may demand the world from me if you wish."
She was speechless for an entirely different reason this time. How was she supposed to respond to that?
"What?" he grew concerned, cupping her cheeks gingerly. "What is it?"
"I'm just…" she needed air again. "I think I'm scared."
Sensing her discomfort, Godric slowly drew away. He gazed at the wall longingly, wanting to just press Grace against it and take her as his. But he could never – would never – force her. This had to be her decision. He did struggle, however, with his own control as he gave her room to digest. He didn't want to deny himself what he desired any longer.
"You're scared of me," Godric assumed sadly.
"No," Grace quickly shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself. "No not of you. Just…I'm scared that I was completely okay with having sex with you out in the hallway where anyone could have seen."
"I would have ensured we found privacy."
"That's not the issue," she chewed on her bottom lip anxiously. How was she supposed to explain what she was feeling when she didn't even understand herself. She wanted Godric so desperately, but how could that even be? She barely had known him for a week. She shouldn't want him as much as she did.
"Then what is, my love?"
"I shouldn't want you," she whispered, her arms tightening around herself. "I shouldn't want someone I just met, who I barely know anything about besides the fact that he once was a vampire Sheriff and faked his own death."
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand," Godric frowned. He wasn't as aware of human needs or customs like his underlings and children were.
"Maybe some people are okay with jumping in bed with some random guy every other night, but I'm not like that. I mean I've dated two guys and neither were…" she trailed off, her cheeks burning red. "Why the hell do I like you so much?"
His head tilted to the side. "I've asked myself the same question since the moment you angrily claimed I stole you swing."
"Again. You stole it again," She reminded.
His lips quirked upwards.
"Don't," Grace scowled at the vampire. "Don't do that. Don't smile and make it seem like this isn't an issue. This is an issue. I'm not supposed to…"
"I have searched for many years for a reason to live, Grace. I wanted to meet the sun because I could not find that reason. I only remained because my children still needed me, as it turned out. But I wasn't happy. I had no reason," he stepped forward. It felt wrong not to be close to her.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because, my sweet," he caught her chin, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. He couldn't help but grin as she shuddered from his touch. "You are that reason."
"What?" her eyes grew wide.
"I'm just as frightened, Grace," he admitted to her. "I have never felt so strongly towards a human being. I've never desired anyone besides my children. I am just as confused."
She tried to look away, but Godric jostled her chin until her gaze met his once again.
"But I know for certain that I wish for you. I know that I want you to be mine. But ultimately, it is your decision. All you need to do, Grace, is reject me and I will never bother you again."
She knew in a heartbeat that was the last thing she wanted. If he last three days had been any indication, she knew she didn't want that at all.
"All you have to do is tell what you want," he leaned his forehead against hers, sliding an arm back around her waist. "I can leave. I can never see you again if you prefer."
She felt the strong need to touch him, raising her hands back to his chest. Her eyes fluttered close as he tugged her even closer, pressing himself entirely against her. She thought about saying no, of asking him to leave. But she knew she wouldn't be happy with that decision. She was scared and confused, but simply being in his arms, she felt like nothing in the world could possibly harm her. She felt safe. She felt alive. And she didn't want to lose that feeling. Her parents had always made her feel like she wasn't good enough. But Godric made her feel like the only person in the world. He didn't object to her silly questions; he treated her curiosity with his own instead of shuffling her to the side. He made her smile, even when she was in a foul mood. He just made everything so easy.
She so desperately wanted that.
"Bedroom," she breathed out, not sure if she would regret this later. But for now, she was going to enjoy this. She was going to enjoy this night and figure everything else out later on.
Godric didn't waste a moment as he lifted her feet just off of the ground as he sped into her bedroom, closing the door gently behind them as he laid her on bed. She had already begun to tug at his shirt, wanting to rid the vampire of the pesky clothing. Godric chuckled as he happily obliged, pulling the shirt off in only a blink of an eye. She blushed as her orbs raked over his form. He was beautiful. There were no other words to describe him.
"Are you certain?" he hovered over her legs, his hands resting on her hips. "This is what you wish?"
There was no turning back now.
"I don't get it at all, the whole being yours thing, and I'm still scared. But," she bit down hard on her bottom lip. "But I want this."
He smiled brilliantly down at her as he lowered his lips to capture hers. "Then we'll just have to get rid of these, now won't we?"
He had her jeans tugged down over her hips and over her ankles in mere seconds, gently parting her legs as he rested between her thighs. She held her breath as she stared down between their bodies, her eyes growing wide as she found his hardened length still trapped within his pants. She couldn't help the blush that rose to her cheeks at the sight of it.
Godric chuckled as he caught her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. "I quite enjoy being the cause of your blushes."
Her cheeks only turned a deeper shade of red. He grinned as he pecked her lips before dipping his lips back down to her neck, ghosting along the length before resting at her ear.
"Have you ever been touched here, my love?" his fingertips ever so lightly danced across her lace panties He twitched in his pants as the desire to thrust into her began to grow. He wanted to rip the flimsy piece of lace to shreds and tear into her like he never had with another being before. But Godric had to pace himself; he didn't want to hurt her, and he certainly didn't want to overwhelm her.
Grace's hands flew to his arms, grasping onto this tightly as a single finger ran along the length of her lace-covered lips. She tried to clench her teeth, but a moan soon escaped her lips.
"Have you?"
She nodded shakily, her mind instead focused on his ministrations. His fingers parted her lips just enough to send pleasure right through her form.
"And?" he coaxed, a smirk sliding across his lips. Her fingernails were digging into his arms, but he didn't care. He thoroughly enjoyed watching her squirm at his touch.
"It was prom…" she managed out, gasping as her hips bucked when his thumb pressed against her ball of nerves. "Oh god…It was prom and he was…"
"Uneducated," Godric assumed.
As her eyes fluttered close, he snickered, placing a soft kiss at the base of her neck.
"We never…" she began, only to trail off. His thumb had begun to rub the small little bud and caused her fingernails to break through the skin of his arm. The tiny wounds healed instantly.
"I know," his thumb moved away from her, and quite enjoyed the moan of disapproval. "Oh I'm not finished with you yet, love. Not even close."
She hummed happily as he moved down her body, slowly sliding the lace from her form. She shuddered at the feel of the material dragged across her thighs and down her legs, and Godric's smirk widened; he was going to enjoy what he had planned for her.
Parting her thighs even further, Godric inhaled her scent. His fangs threatened to extend, but he forced them to remain in place despite the delicious smell. He wanted to taste her, all of her, but he knew he had to take this one step at a time.
"We will have to rectify your past experience, I believe," Godric's orbs darkened as he drew closer, his breath falling over her sensitive bud. His tongue darted out and he was thrilled at the gasp that sounded from her lips. It was music to ears and only encouraged him as he sucked her between his lips gently.
"Oh god!" his hands, without Godric's arms to hold onto, clutched onto the bed sheet beneath her. It just wasn't enough as Godric's fingers traced her opening before a single digit slowly entered her. "Oh god!"
She was tight but wet, he mused, and he quickly inserted a second. "No my love, there is no god here," he tasted her, groaning himself as he savoured her. "There's only me."
A/N: I forgot to mention in the last chapter that I kept Stan alive just because I like him and he is awesome. More smut in the next chapter, and I have on pretty good authority (my own) that there might be a Viking very very very soon.
