SPOV
I awaken to a tangle of limbs. It takes my foggy brain a minute to recall where I am. Right, I fell asleep in Godric's bed, sandwiched between my two vampires. My vampires? When did I start thinking of them as mine? Whatever, I'll analyze that later; right now my bladder is screaming for release. I open my eyes and am surprised to see a bright green set staring intently into my own.
"What time is it?" I ask him quietly.
"It's just after two, Little One," he answers. I nod. Then realization hits me. It's two in the afternoon. Why is Godric awake already? I look at him in question and he laughs softly.
"My age allows me to awaken much earlier than most vampires. I no longer require much sleep." A small smile graces his beautiful face. I caress his face softly before I even realize I'm doing it. His eyes close in contentment, a low purr emanating from his muscular chest. I giggle as I'm suddenly imagining him as a large tiger, which isn't too far off from the truth, he is a ferocious predator. Then my bladder reminds me what woke me in the first place.
"Godric, can you help pry me loose? I need to use the restroom." He laughs lightly.
"Of course, Dear One, my child is an intense snuggler, is he not?" I giggle once more as he easily moves Eric's long limbs from me.
"Thanks!" I whisper to him before bolting to the adjoining bath. I quietly shut the door and flick on the overhead lights. The bathroom is huge and modern like the rest of the house. Everything is done in a beautiful black marble. I relieve my persistent bladder and am feeling much better. As I wash my hands, I take in my appearance in the large mirror. Oh my God! I'm a hot mess! I'm still in the ugly, pea green turtleneck, but my skirt was removed at some point this morning. It was too stiff to sleep comfortably in anyhow. My hair is in large tangles and what little makeup I had on is now smeared over my face. I sigh. I guess a shower is in order. I'm sure Godric won't mind.
The hot water feels heavenly. As I wash, I start musing at the many surprising revelations that have been uncovered this morning. After Isobel had showed me to my room, I was unable to shake the nagging worry I'd been harboring since leaving the church. I couldn't wrap my head around why Godric had been walking around freely in that place. I decided to confront him and ease my curiosity so I could get some sleep. I did not expect to walk upon the scene as I had. I shudder remembering their red, steaming skin burning in the sunlight. I was able to protect them, but I have no idea how that was even possible.
This brings me to my next set of quandaries. Godric and Eric agree I'm not totally human. I know they will help me discover the source of my genetic anomalies. I'm so new to the world of Supernaturals, that I don't even know what creatures are real and which are simply myths. I had given some thought to the fact that there could be more to the world than humans are aware of. I mean, my best friend is a witch and obviously, vampires are among us. The guys will be able to enlighten me.
Then there's the other thing. Godric says we're fated mates. Entwined destinies and fates written in the stars is what Eric had said. Sounds a bit dramatic I think to myself with a smirk and an eye roll. They told me the three of us are to be together. This is an overwhelming thought. I haven't been with any man in a sexual way and now I apparently have two destined lovers. I'm not nearly as naïve as people think, I mean, I may be virginal, but I've been bombarded with explicitly sexual thoughts and images from other's minds my entire life. I know there are such things as three-ways but I never thought I'd find myself included into a potential threesome.
I'll have to just have to voice my concerns to the boys. They've been so gentle with me thus far, and I trust they'll understand my trepidation and take the physical aspect of our new relationship slow for me. I finish washing and turn off the water, reaching for one of the fluffy black towels. After drying myself, I see a red, silk robe hanging on the back of the door and wrap it around myself. I search through the drawers and find packaged toothbrushes along with toothpaste. Must be standard vampire bathroom supplies I muse with a chuckle. I quickly brush my teeth and enter the darkened bedroom. Eric is sprawled across the bed, still dead to the world. Godric is sitting in a leather chair across the room, apparently deep in thought.
I take the opportunity to appreciate the view. His attractiveness is different from that of his child's. Where Eric is all hard, masculine lines, Godric has a softer beauty. His tousled, brown curls frame his young face and his bright green eyes remind be of spring grass. Tattoos cover much of his muscular torso and I study the intricate designs decorating his pectorals. There are also bands around each of his defined biceps. I'll have to ask the meaning of them sometime. They're quite striking.
I clear my throat and he sits up quickly, taking my in my appearance. "I borrowed your robe. I hope you don't mind." He shakes his head and smiles.
"Of course not, what's mine is yours, Dear One."
"I'm gonna go back to my room and get dressed, then can we talk?" I'm really hoping to get some answers.
"Yes, I'll meet you out in the living room when you are ready." He approaches me before guiding me out to the hall, opening the door to the room I'd started the morning in.
"I'll be right out," I tell him.
"Take your time, Little One. There is no rush." I nod and enter the guest room. I search through my luggage, finding a black and white polka-dotted, rockabilly dress. I change quickly and run a brush through my hair, pulling it back into a high ponytail. I proceed to the living room and Godric is sitting on the white couch. He gestures for me to join him.
I sit next to him as he begins, "I know a lot has been discovered this morning. I'm sure you are feeling overwhelmed with it all." I nod my head. "You can ask me anything and I will answer to the very best of my knowledge." I take a deep breath; here goes.
"You guys said we are mates, that we are somehow fated. I take it this is a common occurrence in the Supernatural world?"
"It is actually quite rare. Many fated pairs actually fail to ever find their destined counterparts and a fated threesome coming together is almost unheard of. What we share is unique indeed, Dear One." Wow, not what I was expecting. I'd assumed this sort of thing just happened all the time in the Supe world.
"So what makes the three of us so special?"
"Fated mates are created by the gods, Little One. They are always created for a specific purpose, a task or quest that can only be accomplished successfully through their combined efforts."
"Wow, this all sounds so prophetic and important." He nods gravely at this. "What is our purpose then?"
"That I do not know, but I know someone who can give us some answers. She is tremendously knowledgeable in many different aspects of our world. I have taken the liberty of contacting her already. Now we need only to await her response." At least answers are in the works.
"And what about my little light show this morning? Will this mystery lady be able to determine my heredity?" This makes him grin. So glad I can be amusing.
"Yes, I believe she will," he answers seriously.
He turns to me then, placing his cool hand on my thigh. "Now, as we are to be together from this point forward, Eric and I agree we must take steps to bind us to one another. We wish to bond to you with blood. He tells me the two of you have started a bond already, that you are aware of the effects."
"He didn't mention a bond. What is that?" As I recall the intimate moment on the plane, I flush and lower my head.
"It is not shameful to find arousal in sharing intimate moments with your mates, Little One. It is something to be enjoyed." I look over at him and he gives me a reassuring look as he continues, "A blood bond is formed with three separate exchanges. It will bind us together in both mind and soul." I nod in understanding. Sounds intense, but once more, I'm reassured by the sense of rightness I feel about being with these two men.
He leans in close and kisses my cheek softly. I feel that electrical tingle coursing through me yet again. These two have an uncanny ability to make me melt with the most innocent of touches. What would it be like to share more intimate caresses I wonder to myself. I suppose I'll be finding out soon enough I muse, my lust igniting at the thought.
Godric's nostrils flare and a low rumble emerges from him. "So eager," he whispers against my throat. I feel muscles tightening low in my abdomen at his attentions. He continues nuzzling my neck and says softly against my sensitive skin, "When Eric awakes we would very much like to start with the first exchange. Will you agree?" He starts nibbling lightly on my ear and a low moan escapes my lips.
"Should I take that as a yes, Dear One?" I nod, unable to form words. He lets out a masculine chuckle at my speechless and highly aroused state.
"I see you have prepared our mate for the blood exchange." I hear Eric's amused voice from beside us. I quickly sit up, sobered out of my reverie. They exchange a knowing look and then turn their attentions to me. Shit! It seems so unfair that they have this strong an effect on me. Eric slides to my left side, molding himself against me.
"Are you ready to begin, Lover? It will be just as we shared before, only you will take blood from both our wrists in turn."
"I'm ready." Their smug grins mirror one another. Men!
Godric bites into his wrist first and brings the small wound to my waiting lips. I latch on and begin drinking as I feel the dual strikes at each side of my throat. The sensation brings another moan from me and both their arms tighten their hold on me as they begin to drink.
Godric's blood is a rich mix of dark spices. I relish the cinnamon like taste as it glides down my throat. As his wound closes, I lick the remnants of blood from his soft wrist causing him to moan softly. They both retract their fangs from my neck and Eric strikes his own wrist, bringing it to my mouth.
I begin swallowing the thick liquid and notice the difference in taste to his Maker's. Unlike Godric's cinnamon spice taste, Eric's blood has the taste of bittersweet espresso. I feel them both licking my neck, cleaning the dripping blood and not wasting a single bead. I look up to see Eric's intense gaze as I'm finishing the last of his sweet blood. Again, I lick the healing wound clean. I then lay my head back, feeling suddenly exhausted. Soon, the darkness closes and I'm fast asleep between my two vampires.
EPOV
"Our little mate is exquisite, is she not?" I smile over at my Maker who is gazing lovingly at her sleeping form.
"That she is, my child. We are lucky vampires, indeed. She seems to be taking all these changes quite well. She is a brave and beautiful soul." I nod in agreement. I'm in constant amazement of my courageous mate. Never did I think I could be so blessed.
"Why did you never tell me we were fated mates?" I've been wondering about this since he revealed our relationship to Sookie.
He gives me a solemn look. "Honestly, I never realized we shared such an important connection, my child. Maybe this is because a piece of the puzzle was missing until now. I will ask my Maker about this. She will be able to explain more." I nod to him in understanding.
"You have contacted your Maker then?" I ask. He nods, and I continue, "And what does she make of this?" He chuckles.
"You know how the A.P. is. She will respond in her own time. I may be her child, but she has always worked within her own timeframe, only interfering under the direst of circumstances. I'm sure, even now, she is contemplating the many paths of our future. We must be patient and trust she will come to us at the appropriate moment."
I know he's right. Dealing with my Grandsire can be extremely frustrating, but she has never steered us wrong. It will take time and her answers will be as cryptic as always, I'm sure, but I have my mates at my side and I know we'll prevail together.
"What is she Godric?" I ask, motioning to our mate. "Her blood is sweeter than I've ever tasted and that incredible light she emitted is something I've never seen before."
"She is part fae, my child. The taste of her blood has confirmed this notion." I'm shocked by this. Faeries have long since shut themselves off in their own realm. I've not heard of a fae sighting in centuries. He continues, "It is only a small amount of fae blood she possesses. I'm sure she is not even aware of the source. But there is something else in her blood, something I cannot place, though it is familiar. I am hoping my Maker will be able to enlighten us to what it is."
Our mate is part fae. I suppose the sweetness of her blood and her exquisite beauty should have clued me into this. And she's something else as well. I'm anxious to discover what origins she may possess. We're both watching our mate slumber and I feel contentment the likes of which I've never experienced before. We've been blessed by the gods themselves and I know the future will hold incredible things for the three of us.
