By the time I finally reach my bed the sun raises and I decide, having nothing better to do, to watch. It is magnificent scenery. At first in the very east end of the welkin the inky coloured canvas starts fading into softer shades of blue. And like a plague the bluish shades spread deeper and deeper; before even reaching the middle of the sky the eastern ends start turning orange, then purple, then red and all those colours mend together in a perfect symphony. With every passing second the night's background is fading, backing away to the west, seeking to stay a little bit more. I gaze at this magic that does not cease to amaze me, with awe and wanting. The stars, one by one, vanish, leaving behind their sister – the daystar and their mother – the ivory Moon to watch as the sun appears on the horizon, waking the humans up and lulling the creatures of the night. I watch as much as I can but soon the morning sickness sends me back to my room.
As usually I am tossing in bed, wriggling and writhing, trying to fight over the pain. After half an hour it disappears and I'm finally able to stand up.
Now I'm in front of my brother's bed, watching him sleep peacefully, his appearance having greatly improved since the last time I saw him. His form is cuddled like the one of a little childe; and as I observe him I find no sign of any remaining side-effects. Deciding against lying next to him and drifting away I exit his room and close the door soundlessly. I then visit Akala's. And just like my brother I find her cuddled in the bed, sleeping soundlessly. A light veil of tiffany blue sparkling dust mixed with pearly white little dots surrounding her, lulling her and showing me, the observer, what kind of a person she really is. Because, after all, that's the main purpose of my 'gift' – to see the true identity of people and to protect myself from harm. Suddenly the blonde's body twitches and she opens her eyes for a second, glancing at me. I halfway expect her to scream and ask me what the hell I am doing in her room. But she doesn't even indicate that she noticed me. And then I remember – she can't. I lower my head, in shame and sorrow, and without looking at her sleeping form, exit the room.
I gallivant down the long corridor as I wonder what to do next. Sleep is still nowhere near me and I do not wish to waste my time in lying around, doing nothing. 'Not to mention I must form some kind of a vengeance plan… hah… so much work to do.' I tell myself as I stop in the middle of the hallway. Looking to my left I spot the beige door, leading to Godric's room. For a second I debate whether to enter and lie next to him or continue down my path to the library. Eventually I decide it's not the best of time for a visit so I keep on walking. When I finally reach the library I feel somewhat disappointed with myself. Looking back in time I realize that the only thing I have brought this nest and its residents is a lot of troubles and worry.
Trusting my head I enter the huge library. It is so pitch black that I hardly see a few centimetres in front of me; so I search the wall for the switch. When I finally find it I hit it and blazing rays cut through the darkness. For a second I'm blinded from the brightness but soon my eyes adapt and I enter the room, closing the door behind me. The first thing that crosses my mind when I enter is 'Holy Mother of Books!'; everywhere I turn there are literally piles and piles of books: dusty volumes from both known and relatively unknown authors, books as small as my palm and other bigger than my head, tons and tons of dictionaries, many historical reports, different science books and many more.
"I believe I just found the Beast's real library. In your face Belle!" I grin as I near the first bookshelf.
All shelves in here reach the ceiling and are arrange in a few perfectly straight lines; the walls are also covered in books; here and there are huge piles of the books that have been read recently.
After a close examination I realise that even in a lifetime I won't be able to look through all the books in here. 'Well, I have nothing better to do anyway!' I tell myself as I reach for the first book.
After number 858 I finally find something helpful. It's a dog-eared paperback book that, left unnoticed by my ignorant glare, was hiding between Mark Twain's Tom Sawyer and a Chinese military book called The Art of War. 'Well that's ironic…'
The little book has the flamboyant title Kukci which actually is the Croatian for 'insects', and despite its small size it has plenty of helpful stuff in it. For example in this book, after I decide to randomly open a page, I come upon a really interesting insect. I bet you can guess – the beautiful yet dangerous Apis dorsata, the giant honey bee. There is a sketch of her and quite a bit of information. In that moment I know fate is moving my hand. Or karma. Or whatever you like to call that High power that likes to fuck with us.
"Well what do we have here?" I whisper as the next page I turn to is covered in little drawings of a harmless-looking butterfly. In tiny little letters the words Highly deadly, dangerous and aggressive! are written in the bottom right corner. I raise my eyebrow and turn to the next page. To my relief I find a long paragraph which, after close reading, tells me pretty much everything I want to know.
The little creature is known as Funesti pulchritudine , which from Latin means deadly beauty. 'How appropriate…' I laugh inwardly.
An hour or so later I'm still reading and taking notes, finally having a plan formed in my head. In the middle of my fierce writing though someone clears their throat. My head snaps and I stare at the lean body resting on one of the huge wooden shelves. 'Godric…' even thinking his name makes my insides curl up and twitch, that soft spot between my legs 'activating' immediately.
"How long have you been here?" his calm voice rings through the silent library.
"I dunno. What time is it?" I return my gaze back to my book with difficulty.
"The sun will rise in less than an hour."
"Hm. Well I was busy. Still am, by the way."
With the corner of my eye I see him tilt his head to the side, raising an eyebrow my way. His posture suddenly stiffens and I look up.
"What's wrong?"
"Erik seeks to see us. Your friend is awake." His head is still tilted to the side, as if listening to a faint whisper.
I only nod and close the book and the notebook, deciding to take them along.
"I'm assuming it has something to do with the sweat vengeance?" I ask.
Godric only looks at me for a second and smirks.
"As sharp as always." He comments.
"Are you mocking me?" the offensive note in my voice startles him and his mood changes immediately.
"I did not mean to offend you."
"I know." I wink at him and smirk.
He only rolls his eyes and walks away. I follow close behind. We stop by Akala's room only to find her still sleeping. I wake her up and tell her that we have to go. Sending the Sheriff away I help her get ready and then lead her down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Three pairs of eyes look at us when we enter and Isabel stands up and nears us. I expect Akala to hide behind my back once again but she amazes me by doing exactly the opposite – she steps ahead and smiles warmly, greeting them.
"And since when did you become so brave?" I smile at her as she follows Isabel to the counter where a cup of still hot coffee, a sandwich and an apple await her.
"Since I started looking at the ones that are around me more closely." She replies as a matter-of-fact.
I chuckle and nod towards Godric. He nods back and I leave in a blur. When I reach my room I go immediately in the bathroom where I take a quick shower, comb my hair and look myself in the mirror. 'Still here.' I smile at my reflexion. It takes me a few seconds to get dressed and throw a few things in my leather backpack. After making sure I have everything that may be needed I leave the room and return to the kitchen. Akala's still eating and laughing at something Stan said. I smile. Everything looks so… normal. Suddenly two strong arms wrap themselves around me and pull me up, making me yelp out loud, and spin me around a few times. A symphony of laughter fills the room as my brother sets me down and hugs me from behind. I take his hands into mine and push myself towards his chest, as I lay my head on his shoulder. His throaty laugh makes his whole body shake. I smile whole-heartedly.
"Moron." I murmur, turning around and wrapping my slim arms around Jason's neck and bring him into another bear hug.
"Aha! Someone missed me!" his deep voice rumbles through his chest.
"Me? There's no such thing, brother." I say monotony but the goofy smile is still present.
He pinches my arm and I step away, punching him in return. The tranquillity that settles in the room brings a sudden feeling of happiness and peace in me.
"Shall me leave?" asks Isabel.
And just like that the moment passes away and the stillness and anxiety returns. I nod and gaze at Godric for a second. And just in time to see the slight smile leaving his face and the stoic mask returning, hardening his features, making him look older. My heart clenches painfully but I swallow the lump in my throat and head towards the door.
"So do we have a plan?" asks Akala when we enter the SUV and Stan fires the engine.
She is sitting in the back between Godric and Isabel, her small form dressed in bright yellow top and green jeans contrasting strongly to the black leather clothes of the second-in-command and the usual khaki pants and linen blouse worn by the Sheriff. I smirk as I see her pouting at me and tilting her head to one side.
"Let's say I have …. Something in mind."
"I don't like what I see." She hums and crosses her arms under her chest.
After that statement silence settles in and nobody dares to disturb it until we finally reach the little blue house.
Upon entering in the cosy living room a dagger almost ends up in my chest but I manage to catch it in mid-air.
"Seriously? Is this the way you repay my kind gesture?" I hiss and throw the weapon back at her.
As usual Sable stops it with only two fingers and puts it back on the little wooden table next to her as she takes a sip of her blood, glaring at me from the corner of her glass. Erik, on the other hand, rises and comes near us, bowing his head respectively towards Godric. The brunet gives him a warm smile and looks at me. I try to smile but I know I'm failing. So I look back at Sable, who is now finally up, and near her. The silence that suddenly settles in the room is so uncomfortable, awkward and suffocating that I find it hard to not move my gaze away. Sable's bright red eyes are staring right at me, the fire in them burning through my soul like a thin paper. I'm aware that she is probably blaming me for everything that has happened and I know that I deserve it but still I hope she will forgive me.
"I really hope you have something nasty frying in your pan for that ginger-haired whore of a bitch. " grumbles the French, "Pardon my language, Sheriff." She adds almost immediately, nodding towards Godric.
After the usual pleasantries we finally sit down and start discussing the plan. Yet Godric, as a Sheriff, can't take any part in this so he leaves under the pretext that he seeks to find my maker. Soon after his departure Jason stops by and sits with us.
"So? What's the plan?" impatiently asks Stan.
"Pretty simple, actually. We will give Sophie-Anne a taste of her own medicine. And by 'we' I mean me. With a slight help from Akala here." I announce.
They all tense up and then a 3-minute arguing of how I'm not supposed to do everything alone and how I'll get caught and killed and etc. follows, basically foreseeing all the possible ways the mission can fail. I roll my eyes and shake my head.
"I can handle it. Now I'm capable of fulfilling the plan without any errors. I'll make sure there are no trails leading to any of you. " I assure them.
"That's not the problem, Sook! Even if you make it through unnoticed and all, your transformation… it will…." He stops, at a loss of words.
"Whaa? " Stan and Isabel look at each other, obviously having no clue what he is talking about.
"So it's not permanent after all?" asks Akala.
I sigh and look out of the window. A sudden melancholy takes over me, but I wave it off almost immediately. It's really sad how I spend over 24 hours re-dying over and over again in an icy cold water only to give it all up because of a sadistic and selfish Queen. A rush of hatred swims through my system but I know better than to let my emotions lead me.
"After I'm finished with her I'll have strength for only one more teleportation. After that I'll be the way I was before – only halfway dead."
"You can't!" argues Isabel, who seems to have grown attached to me.
"No need to worry yourself, Isy. One way or another it would have worn off eventually. And having in mind my encounters with the sun lately, I'd have been sooner rather than later." I smile at her encouragingly and sit back down near the table where the dagger lies.
"So what will we do exactly?" wonders Akala.
"I came up with the idea by chance, thanks to this book." I say as I lay the old little book on the table.
They all stare at it as if it's either about to burst into flames or tell them the secret of the universe.
"Mind if you tell me what's happening?" irritation swirls in the Soul Lighter's voice and I can't help but chuckle.
"I found a book called Kukci in the library today. It has some pretty helpful stuff in it. A certain butterfly that may come in handy this evening."
Akala only tilts her head, her blonde braid falling to one side, a frown gracing her face for a moment.
"A butterfly you say? What is it called?"
Isabel takes the book and opens the page where I have marked the information needed.
"Uhm… Funesti pulchritudine ? My Latin was never good but doesn't this mean a beautiful killer?"
"Deadly beauty." Corrects her Akala, grim expression on her face.
"What's wrong?" Sable's impatience is clear in her voice and I glare at her warningly.
"This creature is highly poisonous."
"So? It can't probably harm us." snarls Erik.
"Actually, Mr Northman, it can." She almost barks at him and I look at her, amazed by her behaviour.
"What's the matter, Akala?" I ask her, my honey eyes not even for a second letting her out of my sight.
She suddenly shifts uncomfortably and starts looking at every direction. Her form starts trembling, her shoulders stiffening and her eyebrows knit. She wraps her arms around herself protectively and I hear her heartbeat quickening. As I stand up I notice that the others are tense as well. 'What's gotten into them?' I wonder.
"Well, what do we have here? A conspiracy against Sophie-Anne?" the mocking voice on Luke makes my whole body freeze.
A soft breeze passes near me and suddenly Akala's gone. I look up and see His Majesty holding her by the throat, squeezing the air out of her lungs. She tries to fight him off but he grips her even tighter and croaking sounds leave her mouth.
"Stop it! You'll kill her!" I yell at him, taking a step closer.
"Nah,ah,ah!" he shakes his head and his long black hair sways around him, "If I were you, Miss Starcrom, I wouldn't do that. You see, missy here is quite the fragile little thing. It won't take much for me to snap her like a twig." And as if to show that he's serious he adds even more pressure on her throat.
As I see Akala suffocating, dying, scared out of her mind, and crying I feel a wave of rage wash over me. I remember clearly the last time I wanted to hit somebody as hard as I want now; and as Godric's nowhere near I may as well do it.
"We were just talking. You can't enter and act as if you own the fucking place!" hisses Sable, not paying attention to Erik, who tries to warn her to keep her mouth shut.
"If it's not the freak of nature. Even without fangs you are a hard-mouthed bitch." Mocks Luke as he glares at the brunette. For a second I wonder what will my 'guardian' do but soon enough I figure it out.
"Not this time, Sable." I stop her. She stares at me, as if to tell me to shut up and let her do her thing. I shake my head. "Last time you interfered they almost killed you. I won't make the same mistake twice."
'Now or never.' I tell myself and try to make my body look relaxed.
"I'm the one you came here for, right, Your Majesty?" I ask politely.
His curt nod and glaring gaze almost make me roll my eyes. Almost.
"Then shall we? Let my friend go, as she did nothing wrong, and I'll accompany you wherever you wish to go."
He lets her go with a snarl and Akala stumbles blindly away from him. Isabel rushes to her and hugs her, pulling her at the same time away from Luke. I gesture for him to move first but his doubtful eyes tell me he won't fall for that… again. I nod and leave the room, not even sparing my friends a second glance.
The talk Luke and I had is relatively short due to the fact that we weren't doing anything wrong. He left with unspoken promises of bloody rivers and many corpses if I decide to play smart. Most of the time I stayed silent and that seemed to ease him, probably reassuring him his message was clear, so he vanished with satisfaction written all over his face not too long after we went outside .
I return to Sable's house only to find Godric so angry and dissatisfied that for a second I wonder if it will be better if I leave before he notices me. Before I manage to even move a muscle he spots me and almost glares at me. I can feel the bitchiness in me waking up, ready to give him a piece of my mind, but I decide against it and instead bow my head respectively.
Both Jason and Ian come rushing to me, looking as if I'm missing a limb or something. I raise an eyebrow their way but even before I can question them, Jase pulls me in a vice grip and squeezes the life out of me.
"God, I was so worried. I swear if that bastard touched you I'll rip him apart." My brother's voice is filled with relief and anger at the same time. I smile. Such an emotion mixer!
"I'm fine, brother. No need to worry. We just had a little chat with his Majesty." I reassure him, and everybody else, in that matter.
"Did he suspect something?" asks Stan, which results in Isabel hitting him behind the neck, scolding his lack of manners.
"Jee, thanks for asking! I'm perfectly fine!" I roll my eyes and step away. I feel as if they are suffocating me.
"What's wrong, Sookie?" asks Akala, her pale eyes staring at me intensively. I know she is watching me emotional palette and probably sees all the worry and anger.
I shake my head and force a smile on my face.
"It's fine. We are all clear. He has nothing. But we'll have to come up with something else."
"Like what?" Ian's low voice sounds tired and pissed at the same time. 'Well at least I know from whom Jason took that bad habit.' I smirk.
"No need to worry, Father. I'm working on it. Rest tonight. Tomorrow we'll see it through." I say and turn around to leave.
"Sookie." The staleness in Godric's voice makes me freeze on the spot. "May we have a word? Alone."
Despite the fact that he asks I know I don't have a say. So I turn towards him and bow my head, leaving after him. We enter a dark room in the end of the corridor. The air is clogged with staleness and dust, so I involuntarily sneeze after I close the door behind me.
"Bless you." Whispers the brunet a second before the lights brighten up the room, revealing many shelves filled with books.
I don't have time to look closely at some of the volumes as the Sheriff walks towards the wooden desk in the other end. He stops in front of it, turns towards me and leans slowly on the edge. His posture radiates anxiety, worry, anger and most of all - lust. I tremble with desire. I didn't realise how much I want him until we are finally here, alone, and yet i don't dare near him.
"What really happened?" his raw voice splits the silence and I almost jump.
"Like I said he doesn't sus¬" I begin but a sudden cracking sound stops me.
For a second I can't find the source of it but when my gaze lands on the desk I see that it's covered in cracks, at the verge of breaking apart. I notice the vice grip he has over the poor furniture and I take a step back. 'Someone is really pissed.'
"What did he tell you!" he is almost hissing at me, his usually clear blue-grayish eyes now stormy and dark. I gulp.
"Nothing." I reply cautiously.
Another cracking sound follows and I know he's having none of it. Restraining myself from pouting and rolling my eyes I look away, biting my lower lip.
"I'm a patient man, Sookie, but even my patience is running low tonight. Tell me truth." His dangerously low voice makes a very special spot in me burst into flames, a wanting wetness damping my lower parts. I know that if I could, I'd have blushed tomato-red by now.
"He knows we are planning something. He'll keep a close eye." I whisper while looking at a book in the furthest end of the room. I can see its headline. Wuthering Heights. 'How ironic.'
"And?" his impatience makes me chew my lip even more eagerly.
"He … he told me that there's something I can do so that he would…. Let us do what we have in mind." I utter, shame and lust mixing up and building in my body.
"And what's that?" his almost hissed question makes me even more aroused.
"He… he…. " I can't find the strength to finish, nor to look at Godric so I just stare at the book.
"He what!?" I squirm by the danger in his voice. I gulp again and a sore smile creeps on my face.
Turning my face back towards the Sheriff I say out loud what Luke told me only half an hour ago.
"He wants me in his bed for as long as I can keep up." my emotionless confession doesn't receive any kind of reaction from the brunet for what seems like an eternity.
The silence in the room stretches for too long, yet I don't look away. Seconds pass, even hours maybe. Until a loud cracking sounds rends the silence and the desks splits apart, right in the middle. My eyes widen for a second before I close them so to take a hold over my uprising emotions. When I open them a second later I find Godric clenching the wood like his life depends on it.
"Godric." His name leaves my lips as if it's a prayer.
His lids flutter open and he looks at me. In those blazing orbs I see emotions clashing, destroying one another, and literally killing him from inside. I know that my next sentence will be the last drop in his glass but I know I have to tell him. Taking a deep breath I try to relax myself and steady my voice.
"I'll do whatever it takes, even bed him, if I can see the Queen dead." The fierceness in my own words startles me but I know I'll do it. No matter what.
"No you won't." he hisses at me, his gaze hard. 'Not the only thing hard in him.' I try to stop myself from looking and almost fail.
"I'm not a child. I can take good care of myself. And if sleeping with that gnathic son of a bitch is the prise I have to pay so to see Sophie-Anne dead, then be it! You can't stop me. " by the time I realise that I actually said the last sentence out loud it's too late to take it back.
Godric has me pinned to one of the shelves with such force that it actually hurts a little. I hiss out of pain and… pleasure. I find myself actually liking it rough. Because after all that's the real him. Under his many masks lies a beast that wants to mark what's his, to ravage, to pillage women out of their rightful minds, to own, to fuck, to kill. My breathing quickens, my blood thickens with wanting, my core aches for his touch and I find myself so horny that even the simplest of thoughts have left me.
Without even uttering a word Godric's lips clash with mine, fighting for dominance. He's no longer gentle, but fierce and merciless, biting my bottom lip, and I just can't resist but grand him entrance. Our heated make-out ends up over the broken desk, as he literally pushes me over the hard wood, his body pinning mine hard, our lips not even for a second drifting apart. A sudden hardness between my legs lets me know that I'm not the only one who is impatient. I smirk at the thought of the all mighty Godric, Mr-I'm-in-control-of-my-emotions being so open and direct with his sexual desires. And as if he reads my thoughts he growls and bites my lower lip harshly. I moan loud as the pain shoots right between my tights making me even wetter, the metallic taste of my own blood making my body even more hot and needy. I hiss and he lets go, a sigh of relief skipping through my parted lips in the brief seconds of rest I have before Godric's clash with mine once more. He moves on after he's sure that my lips are swollen and bruised. Kissing and biting his way down my neck, between my collarbones, he soon enough reaches the décolletage of my T-shirt. At first I think he'll pull it off of me but the sudden ripping sound and the scaring of pieces of fabric a second later prove me wrong. Before I even manage to protest he starts biting my neck while his hands play with my breasts through the bra. I moan and hiss and even yelp as his sharp teeth almost break the gentle and thin skin on my neck. Only after his mouth travels lower, his hands pushing me down even harder and making my head and hair hung from the edge of what's left of the desk, it clicks that he just made me a couple of hickeys. 'Bastard!' I curse him. A sudden shot of pain makes me yell out loud and my body contacts, trying to protect itself.
"Stand still, little one." His masculine voice whispers in my ear, the mischief and lust radiating from every word.
His skilful hands roam all over my body, over the fresh bite-mark on the side of my stomach, and finally reach my jeans. With a few simple movements he undoes the bottoms and, stepping away for a moment, pulls them off my legs. I only manage to support myself on my elbows for a minute before he pushes me back, his hand travelling back down between my breast, not forgetting to give them a light squeeze, over my flat stomach and back up. I'm so intensely concentrate over his hand's movements up and down that sensitive mass of jelly I call body that when suddenly his tongue enters me I gasp. A loud and meowish moan fills the emptiness of the library as his quite skilled muscle starts moving up and down, leaving and re-entering my pussy, until I feel as if I'm about to blow up. My moans and groans are louder, coming in shorter periods, and I feel my release creeping behind the corner. Suddenly he removes himself from me and I groan, realizing that we are going to play the same old game. Gripping the edge with one hand and burying the fingers of the other one in his hair I both pull and crash. The desk splits apart while the brunet hisses and grips my hips, lifting me up a second before the wood collapses in a pile on the floor. I release his hair for a second and he uses that moment to pin me against one of the shelves, my back being painfully scratched by the covers of the volumes, some older than me.
"Ah!" I moan when he bites my neck playfully.
"What a bad girl you are, Mr Starcrom. Trying to push me over the edge, you little cunning fox, making me do your biding. " he hushes in my ear while shamelessly rubbing himself all over me.
I purr when his lips end up over mine, gentle and conquering. Pinning my hands above my head, Godric suddenly backs away and looks me right in the eyes. His are dark, full of lust and mischief, dangerous and tempting. I arch my body, trying to release my hands from his iron grip but I fail.
"Now, now, love. Patience." He purrs in my ear and I bite my bottom lip when his tongue licks the soft part of my ear. Out of nowhere his teeth end up around my cartilage earring and I hiss threating when he tries to bite me.
As a result of my action he ends up biting my neck, harshly and I moan. He doesn't break the skin, though. Just marks his territory. By the time he finally lets go I'm dripping wet and ready for him.
"You smell wonderful." He states as he sniffs me.
"Godric…" I plead as I move my hips against his.
Feeling his smirk against my skin I frown and decide it's time to give him a piece of my mind. It doesn't take much for one of my hands to slip through his grip and end up in his locks. Fisting his hair I pull, baring his neck before me. Acting faster than him I sink my teeth in his delicate skin, not breaking it, but leaving a nice red mark. He hisses and his body stiffens. The next thing I know he is pulling my blonde locks as well, ripping me from him and harshly swiping me around. Now my breasts are pressed against the books, my hands in a vice grip over my head once again, his hot and hard body pressed against mine, his hot breath tickling me.
"That was not very nice of you, little one." He whispers lowly, gripping my ass hard, "And definitely you'll get punished for your frivolous action."
Suddenly the pressure over me vanishes only to return a second later. Before I can even ask he ties my hands together, gets rid of my panties, ripping them away as well.
"Not even a sound." He warns me before stepping away.
A sudden soft touch makes me jump a little. I don't dare to turn and see what's touching my back but it soon disappears and Godric's lips take its place. He starts tracing the tattoo, his lips gently kissing and every now and then his tongue playfully touches my sensitive skin. With every passing second I feel my control slipping from my grasp and desire, yearning, primal need, takes over me. Yet I fight them all out of curiosity about what Godric will do. At first he makes me believe it will be slow and tempting and that somehow angers me but too soon he backs away and repeats his command once again. I only nod, believing that it won't be any different than the treatment I just received.
I yelp when suddenly the brunet's larger hand ends up harshly on my bum. My whole body jumps and pain courses through my system.
"What did I tell you about sounds?" he murmurs temptingly in my ear all the while his fingers dig in my hair. I hiss and try to free my body.
I have never been a soft one, living in the clouds. I rather like the rough sex but deep in me, as much as I want him to show me his true self, I'm afraid that after that he'll lock himself once again, leaving me broken… and alone. I shake my head and am about to tell him to let me go. Unexpectedly his hands end up on my shoulders and travel up, reaching my wrists and entangling our fingers.
"Trust me." He whispers in my hair.
My body obliges almost immediately, relaxing under his touch, but my mind is restless. His nose wanders over my neck and shoulder, returning to my hair.
"Please." And that word alone has me captive. All the emotions hidden behind it; the need to own, to conquer, to be yourself mixed with the fear of rejection, the insecurity. I tilt my head back, trying to take a glimpse of his eyes but he looks away.
"I trust you." I murmur.
It takes Godric a few seconds to assimilate it but soon he's back in his zone, his lips tracing my back for a few seconds. Then they disappear and he slaps me across the bum. I bite my lip, the burning pain turning into pleasure slowly. A few gentle strokes over my reddened lower parts and then another slap. I grip the edge on the shelf for support as he lays a few kisses over my lower back. A second passes and another slaps follows. With every passing one I find myself more and more aroused. By the time the tenth slap comes my wetness is so evident that I'm literally dripping on the wooden floor. My stilettos are the only thing that is still on me, even my elastic was taken away, and now I can feel the high and shard heels digging so deep in the floor that holes will be left once I move away.
After kissing my beaten ass Godric steps away and I feel tempted to follow him but I restrain myself from doing so. Only for a moment I want to collect my breath. I take slow gulps of oxygen, desperately trying to compose myself but I know I'm failing. My whole body starts shaking with need, with lust; I feel my fangs coming out of their gums. As much as I try I know I won't resist. 'Time to throw the manners out of the window… ' I muse before breaking the bondage over my arms. Pulling my heels out of their holes one after the other with a popping sound I massage my bruised wrists. Without even looking behind my back I know Godric is sitting on the couch in the other end of the room. I dash sideways, hiding from his view behind a shelf. I know his watchful, hawk-like, eyes are scanning the room for me, so I keep on hiding behind random stuff, not even a chat of a heel being heard. Sensing the tension and worry in his posture when he fails to spot me I jump from on top the shelf right in front of him, the heel of my right shoe digging in his crotch . Hiss low hiss makes me chuckle. I haven't made even the slightest of sound after ten slaps and he is hissing over a little pressure over his hard member. His dark orbs gaze at me, fogged by wild lust and I tilt my head to the side, blonde strands of hair scattering over my breasts. I dark smirk forms on my face and I bend over him, the heel digging ever so slow, deeper. His fangs are out as well, I notice, and tilt my head.
"You better fuck me hard, Sheriff, or I may end up ripping you into shreds." I whisper lowly.
Removing my heel from his crotch I straddle him, burring my fingers in his short hair, pulling it warningly.
"Oh, Sookie.." he moans silently before grabbing my hips.
Before I know it his pants vanish and in a single trust he's in me, filing me to the brim. I yell his name. I don't stop saying it, moaning it, whispering it, as he fucks the brains out of me. Fast. Strong. Animalistic. He shows no mercy, but neither do I. Soon enough I can feel my muscles contacting and I dig my nails into his back, drawing blood. I yell his name as I see starts exploding behind my closed lids and he hisses mine, gripping me close to him, as if I'll vanish. The last thing I remember before I pass out is his large body collapsing over me, our erratic breathing, and the way he hugs me, not crashing me or gripping me, but hugging me gently after sitting up a moment later. I fall asleep in his strong arms like a little girl.
"You are mine. And no one will have you." I hear him say confidently before it all disappears in a thick fog.