Don't You Wanna Stay?
A/N: This one is Godric/Seren particularly clearing up who exactly she is and what being a Seraph's Mate means for Godric. Lemon inside towards the end of the chapter.
Disclaimer: Blah, blah, I only own my OC's, blah.
Eight
Concerned about his Seraph's actions during the meeting, Godric spoke quickly with Isabel after signing the papers for the AVL and making arrangements for his residence near Shreveport to be prepared for his arrival the next night. Following his internal bond, he traced his Seraph to the hotel's roof while his child is ensconced with Sookie in what is now their room. Zipping through the hotel using his vamp speed he came to a stop after coming through the roof access door.
Standing on the edge of the roof with her feet planted wide, Seren had her wings extended wide allowing the night breeze to trickle through the dark grey-black feathers. Head tilted back and magnificent eyes closed she had her arms relaxed at her sides. For all intents and purposes she was the picture of peace although he knew from his bond that peaceful is the last thing his Seren is feeling.
"Why are you doing this?" He asked her. "Why are the angelics going public and what upset you into declaring it during the meeting? I don't believe for a moment that your people can't hush up what happened last night. What's really going on?"
Seren sighs before stepping back from the ledge and opening her eyes. She should've known he wouldn't let it rest. He's of an age to have heard of her kind and no being lives that long without being shrewd. Not in the supernatural world.
"Because of you. Because that cunt vampiress who treated my mate with disrespect has too much power as the only face of the supe community, someone needs to de-fang her public influence." She said walking over to her mate. "Because I've mated a vampire." She shakes her head. "There's more fallout from that than you can even begin to imagine. Some of the monarchs are going to be beyond pissed off about it but there's not a damned thing they can do about it. Not overtly at least since I'll have the same protection in the public world that Flanagan currently enjoys."
She shrugs moving until there was only a bare inch between them. Not the first time she's pissed them off and probably won't be the last. She'd do it just to burst Flanagan's bubble. She didn't like her five hundred years ago when she was turned and time has only increased her dislike of the blond vampiress.
"The first step to keeping both of us and those we care about out of harm's way is going public. It'll be great PR for the AVL though. Human's aren't likely to grasp the difference between a Seraph and an Angel so it'll make you look even better. Plus with my position…" She trails off distracted by his eyes.
"Your position?" He asks, circling her waist with his arms and pulling her flush against him.
"I'm from a very powerful family." She says nuzzling his neck.
Leaning back he arches a brow. "How powerful? And what will that mean for me as your mate?"
"Well for one thing it's a good thing you're not a Sheriff anymore. Being Mated to the Seraph Princess is going to be enough work for ten vampires let alone one." She laughs, teasing him with a nip to his neck.
"Princess?"
"Yeah," she sighs. "Princess. My twin brother is the Crown Prince, the Seraph's leader short of the Angelic Races' King. And the only reason he has the crown is because I didn't want it when the new government was getting sorted out after the angelic wars. So I handle relations with the rest of the supernatural world and humans while he handles our people. Our father is the Crown Prince of the Fallen with our younger twin brothers as the next in line."
Godric was speechless for a moment at her explanation. There were a couple things he needed clarified as they moved, arms wrapped around each other's waists down towards his room. But it could wait until they were safely within the soundproofed walls of his suite. Both lost in their thoughts they entered his rooms, moving towards the same couch they sat on earlier.
"What happened with the angelic wars?" He asked. "I remember hearing rumblings and then nothing. Everyone thought that either you were all wiped out or came to some kind of accord that called for leaving this realm."
"You're somewhat right. The Angelic King tends to let us sort out our differences no matter how bloody it might get but when it came close to losing two out of three of the races he ordered a ceasefire and set up some new rules."
"Like the monarchs?"
"Yeah like the monarchs. Like I said earlier my family is powerful even for Fallen. My father, the Angel's Crown Prince Luke and the Angelic King are brothers. Luke never forgave my father for leaving to marry my mother and having Seraph children. So…"
"War."
"War." She agreed, reclining back after comfortably arranging her wings. "But when his immortal life was on the line he agreed to the truce. And the different branches were set up with their own governments with the King overseeing everything as always, the angelic races had just grown too numerous for him to watch over everything on his own and carry out his other duties. Having his family in charge just made sense. Even Luke. He's one of the greatest Angels there is…he just has problems forgiving my father."
"How was his, Luke's, life in danger?" Something told Godric his wicked mate had a lot to do with that state of affairs.
"I captured him and held him hostage until either he agreed or I'd end him."
"How?" It mystified him, the puzzle that is his bonded. She's powerful but he wouldn't think a Seraph would be able to capture and hold the Angel's leader on her own. There is something going on with her beyond the normal order of things.
Getting up she started to pace. She wished for a fleeting moment that he was just another male, someone she could discount or ignore. There were parts of her history she doesn't like to talk of and that course of events is near the top of the list.
"You have to understand angelic mates and how power is distributed among the offspring of a mated pair. My mother is a Seraph but her humanity was…tainted for lack of a better word. She was also supernatural beyond the inheritance from her Fallen parent. And my father is the most powerful Fallen except for one other. Mates for the angelic races are preordained, they're destined. We don't get to pick and they're chosen based on not just who would be the best love-wise but also for other reasons. My parents were mates because they could create the leaders the Seraphs needed to survive the changing world. The bulk of the inherited power is bestowed upon the firstborn."
"You're the firstborn of the Fallen Crown Prince and his Fallen/hybrid human mate." Godric said, beginning to get a clearer picture of his mate.
"Yes." Her voice was a whisper. "I was raised from birth to be the leader of the Seraphs. To be a warrior and a killer. To do whatever was necessary for my people. Whatever was necessary." She stared deeply into his eyes, her own gaze desolate.
Godric felt her despair as his own. More and more as she educated him he understood Sookie's worry for her protector. Her despair and desperation rivaled his own.
"And taking Luke was necessary."
"Yes." She rejoined him on the couch, closing her eyes. "I would've done it to. I would've ended him, my own blood. Because it was the only way to keep Luke from causing the death of every angel in his ranks. They were losing and they knew it. They knew from the start that they couldn't beat us. We were too strong, too united, and too damned deadly for them to win. They spread goodness and joy. They protect humans and fight dark forces. They weren't trained for slaughter from birth and they weren't born in fire. We were. And it was a slaughter. So I crept into his palace in the night while he slept and I took him, locked him up in the farthest reaches of the darkest realm I could find. And I left him there for years while the King reordered the angelic races."
"And you became a Princess but not the Crown Princess."
"I'm not a leader, Godric." She says with a sigh, leaning into the hand he raised to her smooth cheek. "I'm a heartless, vicious killer. But now I'm going to have to be. Danger is all around us and I feel like I'm back then, fighting battle after battle with blood coating my hands and body so thickly I'll never be clean of it. I'm kidnapping a good man, a good leader, because it's what's expected of me and it's expedient. Only this time instead of doing what comes naturally to me I have to play games with a vampire Queen and woo the human press. All so I can claim the one slice of peace I've felt in all my years."
Stroking her face as he processes the enormity of what she's doing for their future together he vows in that moment to make sure this creature he's been blessed with never feels that sense of loss and hopelessness that echoed through their bond when she told her story. Not as long as he walks the earth.
Curiosity getting the best of him he asks one last question.
"How my years would that be?" He knows she's older than him which feels very strange to him but he isn't sure by how much.
Laughing she lowers her eyes, casting him a flirtatious glance from between her lashes.
"Five thousand years, give or take a century."
After pressing his lips to hers in a quick heated kiss at her teasing him something else occurs to him.
"What does being your Mate mean?"
Cocking her head to one side she laughs, glad that he asked before advancing further. Once they…seal the deal so-to-speak, there's no getting out of it. Not that there really is now…but still.
"It means that we'll be joined forever. We won't be able to separate for more than a few days without going through withdrawls. Like vampire mates we'll feel each other deeply and will be able to find each other no matter how far away we are. We'll never feel desire for another to the point that another's touch other than that of family members will be repulsive. You'll be expected to be a partner to me so you'll be considered a Seraph Prince even though you're a vampire and that is not going to go over well. Our desire for each other will only grow stronger. Normally you would gain powers similar to mine but I'm not sure how that will work with you being a vampire. You'll also be expected to put the welfare of my family above all others except for that of us and your own family, which will probably be a problem for the AVL."
"Anything else?" He asked mildly. While he projects an aura of calm control he's no stranger to struggle and the ruthlessness needed to survive in the supernatural world. That same ruthlessness is undoubtedly why his mate is going to be the Seraph dealing with the supes and humans while her brother deals with the Seraphs.
"You'll have to be faithful." She stared at him, no longer teasing. "This is serious. If you were found feeding or fucking another I would be seen as weak and would have to kill you myself or I'd have a huge target on me."
"At my age I do not require much blood so that will not be an issue." He said honestly. "As for the other you have already warned me that I will not find another I would want to know in that way. Not that I could after having met you. You are truly magnificent, mo ghrá." (My love.)
Grinning she grabbed his hand and tugged him into the bedroom, relief pouring through her body.
"I knew you spoke Gaelic."
Sweeping his Seraph up into his arms he finished carrying her over to the bed cradling her close to his heart the whole way. Setting her down gently on the edge of the bed he climbed up gracefully behind her, taking hold of her braid and unravelling it as he pressed heated kisses to the sides of her neck.
"I thought as much." He whispered, nipping one ear with his fangs.
Sighing Seren let her head fall backward into his chest as she tucked her wings away with a thought. While beautiful and a part of herself that she loves dearly…they could be very cumbersome and unwieldy when not flying or standing. Spinning around she pounced on Godric's lean form, stripping him of his shirt with a few casual rips of her hands.
Giving him the wicked grin he loves so much she lowers herself to straddle him before giving him a deep, heated kiss. As the kiss that seemed never to end got hotter and hotter Godric flipped them over with a quick movement, pinning his mate to the bed. Lifting his head he gave her a scorching look before divesting her of her clothes and himself of his pants and shoes.
Watching him with languid eyes from her position on the bed Seren enjoys the show as more and more smooth, tattooed skin is revealed. Hailing from a long gone era, his body was covered in tattoos from the circlet around his neck to the bands on his thighs. Caressing each mark of achievement and protection with her eyes she decided to lavish each one with attention someday.
Tonight they were too far gone with desire for games of any kind.
Bracing himself above her, muscles bulging with effort to keep from just taking her, Godric grasped each of her wrists in a gentle but unbreakable hold, staring her down until his point is clear. While outside their bed she may outrank him in age, power, and position here he was in charge. Tilting her head to the side she bares her neck in wordless acquiescence.
With a snick his fangs lower into place and he takes her mouth in a kiss rough with passion threatening to flare out of control. Kissing and nipping his way from her lips to her jaw and then down her neck, he stops at the junction of neck and collarbone where her pulse throbs so enticingly with her desire.
"Tá tú ar stailc crua agus domhain. Is é mo craiceann ró-láidir ró-láidir a bheith pollta go héasca fiú ag tú. Crua agus domhain." (You have to strike hard and deep. My skin is too strong too strong to be easily pierced even by you. Hard and deep.)
The sound of her silken voice commanding him to bite him throws him over the edge of his control and he does exactly as she instructed, piercing her skin and a rapid, furious thrust of his fangs. Her taste washes over him as she moans at the intoxicating combination of pleasure and pain that came with his impalement. She loved the sensation of having his fangs inside her, his mouth pulling at the wound, his lips and tongue caressing her skin and tasting her as he pulled her into himself.
Panting with her ever increasing heat as he pulls away after one last pulsing mouthful she waits until his passion-glazed eyes meet her own before darting forward and piercing his neck in a clean strike with her duller but no less deadly canines. Sharper than a human's teeth they were perfectly able to rip out a throat if needed…or to complete a blood bond between mates.
Sucking hard she feels his blood rushing through her setting her already inflamed senses further ablaze. She felt him all around her, inside her, felt him becoming a permanent part of her.
It was overwhelming and comforting all at the same time.
Groaning as she releases him, Godric rubs his throbbing cock against her smooth belly, barely able to contain himself from thrusting sharply into her soaked passage. He hasn't felt this way since he was a human teenager. So out of control and wild. Not even in the midst of bloodlust.
Mouths crashing together, they met in a furious, heated kiss each tongue darting out to collect the last drops of blood lingering in their mouths from the exchange. Lifting her hips Seren wraps her long silky legs around his lean hips as she revels in his dominance over her. Part of her wants to flip them over again and unleashing her wings ride him until they're both unconscious…but there is plenty of time for that. They have eons to explore each other.
Growling with desire and beyond ready Godric thrusts at last into his waiting mate, luxuriating in the tight, wet, heat that is his Seraph. Like her blood the feel of being inside her is divine. Knowing he wouldn't last long, he speeds his thrusts up to full vamp speed, finally lowering one hand from her wrist to stroke her throbbing button.
Partially unleashed, Seren lifts her hand and threads her fingers into the hairs at the base of his neck, tugging lightly several times followed by a sharp pull, egging him on as she arches her back into him as he brings her over.
"Sea, mo maité. Tóg dom, a chur déithe dom." (Yes, my mate. Take me, gods take me.) Groaning at her peak she encourages him to follow.
With a final rough thrust he pulses into her, following her down into the oblivion of the little death.
