Chapter 3

SPOV

I opened my eyes slowly and yawned, stretching my arms as if I'd been sleep for ages. I wasn't able to sit up at first due to my Viking's death grip which I gladly accepted as a part of my daily routine the first morning I woke in the embrace of my reclaimed husband. As I lay next to him, I looked at his sleeping body and recalled our reunion from 25 years prior…

"How can I help you Ms. Stackhouse?" He drawled as if I were a mere human bothering him yet requiring only the minimum of his attention. I stood in the door of his office and replayed the first version of our relationship when I'd been just a human with the curse of telepathy. Like a movie on fast-forward, I replayed the first moment our eyes met and everything that happened after. It was when I thought about his death that I remembered that I could do things differently. I'll be damned if I wasn't going to do just that.

"Sorry to bother you Mr. Northman, but we have some important things to discuss and I need your full attention. Now." He looked up and his eyes pierced me with rage. He immediately tried to glamour me into leaving, but I simply took a step forward and slammed his door shut.

He sat back in his humongous chair and stared angrily. "You are obviously insane or suicidal. Although draining you would be fun for a moment, you aren't worth the trouble it would cost me. Not to mention the time I'd waste disposing of your body." He looked me up and down, and then cocked his head slightly. "But your body does look inviting so show me what you got or get the hell out of my sight!" he commanded. I almost forgot how he was before I finally gave into him.

"Why don't you come a little closer and I'll show you." He sprang in front of me at vamp-speed and glared into my eyes. Apparently, he was now trying to glamour me out of my clothes and to my knees. I couldn't stifle my laughter and this pissed him off. He slammed me up against the door and yelled, "What are you! Tell me NOW!" I knew this was the moment I'd waited two months for. I looked into his Nordic, blue eyes and placed my hands on each side of his face. Just as his rage was about to erupt from me touching him, I dived into his mind.

I watched his life as a human, his turning, and his life as a vampire up to the moment we met. Then, I transferred every memory I had of us into his mind. As I did this, he began to back away from me which caused us both to move further into his office. When his back hit his desk, his knees buckled. I didn't break the contact as I wanted to get this done in one shot. I had decided before coming that I would give him everything, including his final death and my life after he died. Blood tears began to run down his cheeks.

There was a pounding at the door and I knew it was Pam sensing his pain. I had made sure that once the door closed it wouldn't open until I was ready. She tried everything she could to tear it off its hinges. Finally, the moment of my death came. At this, Eric let out a cry of such sadness and despair that I thought I'd cry too. Then, I released him and took a couple steps back sitting in one of the chairs that faced his desk.

Still on his knees with his head down, he stilled. He was processing all the information that he'd just received. When he looked into my eyes again, he knew that he was mine and I was his. He crawled in front of me and grabbed my hands from my lap.

"How? Wh…why did you allow me to treat you like that?" he was so disappointed in himself for talking to the woman he loved like an average fang-banger. I softly laughed. "You have to remember, my love, before now you only knew me as a tenant in a building you owned and nothing more. I had to wait until the right time before I could claim my husband again." I leaned forward and used my thumbs to wipe away his tears. I moved closer so our noses were mere centimeters apart and whispered, "Vi är en igen. Jag kom tillbaka för du och jag låter aldrig du gå."

"My lover" was his only reply as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me with soul-shattering enthusiasm. My knees melted and I slide from the chair to kneel with him. After rising from the dead and returning to this world, I finally felt complete. When I came up for air, I waved at the door which burst open with so much force that the knob imbedded itself into the wall.

"MASTER! ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" When she saw his face stained with blood, she turned to me and stalked forward. "I WILL KILL YOU FOR HURTING MY MAKER, YOU FUCKING BLOODBAG CUNT!"

"Pamela, as your maker, I command you to stop." His speech as a little shaky, but she still had to comply. She froze in place, growling and hissing at me. I wiggled out of his grasp and walked right up to her. "You are so lucky that I love you, otherwise, you'd be a pool of blood right now for your threat. But, you are one of my best friends. You just need a little help remembering." Like with Eric, I grabbed the sides of her face and transferred the memories of our 'first life'. And like her maker, she ended up on her knees and began to cry. But her tears weren't at her death, but at Eric's. She actually died a few moments later trying to kill Bill while I escaped. I released her face and kissed both her cheeks.

I walked back into my husband's outstretched arms. As he wrapped them around me, I knew I was home. I looked over my shoulder and said to his confused child, "Can you give us a few moments? I have need of my husband and will answer all your questions soon. I'll meet you in his booth." She rose and exited, closing the door quietly behind her.

I turned back to look at my Viking and his expression was of something I hadn't seen in a long time…awe. I walked over to the sofa and plopped down on it. Stretching my arms across its back and crossing my legs, I knew what I wanted. "Remove your clothes. Slowly."

His expression changed to another look that I thought I'd never see again. Like I commanded, he lifted his black wife-beater over his head and let it drop to the floor. Watching the muscles in his beautiful chest and arms ripple, I felt a tingling from within my core. He sensed my arousal and his fangs snapped out. I told myself to be patient and take my time. The sight of his fangs was enough to soak my panties, if I had been wearing any.

Next, he went for his jeans, but I stopped him. "Shoes first." His smirk was wicked and I loved it so much. He kicked his shoes off and moved closer to me. He unfastened his jeans and slipped them down. He was wearing charcoal grey boxer briefs. Yummy. He stepped out of the pants and slides them away with his foot. His underwear followed. He started to move towards me and I put up my hand pushing him back a few steps. He looked down on me in confusion. I stood and stared at his body. I hadn't even realized that I'd started circling him, stalking him.

I just needed a moment to take it all in, visually. I was about to have him after thinking for so long that I would never feel his touch again. He is so undeniably beautiful and I loved him more than I ever had which I couldn't imagine to be possible. Having denied myself enough, I stopped in front him. "Get on your knees." He complied without hesitation. Pushing him back on his heels, I straddled him. When our parts made the slightest contact, we both moaned in pleasure. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled it, pulling his scent into my nostrils. I licked my lips and kissed him softly. This was enough to snap his control and his mouth was first to claim me.

We devoured each other and then it happened. His right hand guided his glorious member into my wet folds and the left hand grabbed the fabric along my cleavage, tearing my dress from my body. As he filled me, I came but I didn't care or feel any shame whatsoever. While riding the waves of the first of five orgasms, I decided to ride him. I rode him slow at first, reveling in the pleasure of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. I think his dick knew that this was where it belonged. But then something primal took over and my hips began to bounce on his cock hard and fast. In tune with me as he had always been, he met me thrust for thrust.

"OH…SOOKIE…You are mine! This is real?"

"Yes…I'm real…This IS real…FUCK!" I yelled as he hit my cervix. We were like two animals trying to fuck the other to death.

"Look at me, Eric" I panted and when our eyes locked, my second orgasm got closer which caused my eyes to glow. Right when I was about to drop off the edge, his fangs slammed into my right breast and we both came. The office itself disappeared and there was nothing but him and me. I reached down and grabbed his wrist. I brought it to my mouth and bit into it. The first drop that hit my tongue took us both to Valhalla.

As we came down from the waves of euphoria, the office came back into view and we just stared at one another. Now that our bond had been restored to full power, I could tell that he was happy, sated, and still confused.

"I…I just can't believe that after everything you've experience… you still love me and came back to me."

I was taking off guard. "I love you. In that time, we made a promise to love each other for eternity. I have never wavered in that, just as you didn't. You have killed and died for me."

"How is it that I was blessed with you?" I giggled and placed soft kisses all over his face.

"The powers that be have a plan and we are their tools." Kiss. Kiss." We were destined to be together before we were born. A lot of shit just got in the way. But now…"

He stood with his dick still buried in my pussy and walked over to his desk, placing me softly on the dark wood. I had to lock my ankles around his waist as I didn't want to let him go.

"Mmm…So tight," he whispered into my ear. I giggled but shook myself to focus, if for only this moment.

"Now, we have all the power we need to make things the way they are meant to be. But I have to ask you. Do you love me? Do you want to be with me after everything that has happened?" For the first time since my return, I was afraid. I didn't know what I'd do if he said no.

"I would, repeatedly, give up my life for you. I love you more than blood." His words filled me with so much happiness that the tears poured from my eyes.

"Ok, but you need to know just how different I am now." With no warning, I let go of all my restraints and dropped the walls that hid my fairy features. As soon as he saw me in my true form, I felt all his love and devotion through the bond. I looked deep into his eyes and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Your wife is ready to be claimed."

That was all that he needed. Several orgasms later (three more to be exact), we finally emerged from his office to find Pam.

I leaned over and kissed Eric before escaping out of his grip. Scurrying to the bathroom to take care of my needs, I showered quickly. I threw on some yoga pants, sports bra, and a Fangtasia t-shirt. Slipping into my running shoes, I went over everything needed for the night's festivities. I picked up the room phone and pressed '0'. My butler, who preferred to be called Han, answered and took my breakfast order. He arrived shortly later with my bagel, cream cheese, fruit, and coffee. I thanked him and tipped him a fifty. He was so surprised that he almost hugged me, but remembered his training and left.

As I ate breakfast, I decided to open their amenity box. Finding a booklet that had the schedule of events and all related contact numbers, I noticed that there was a familiar name listed as the E(E)E boss. "John Quinn. Oh, this is going to be more than interest." Although my Viking knows that in our 'first life' I had briefly dated Quinn, I can only hope that they both behave themselves. Moving on, she decided to call the number for his second in command, M.C. Franklin. I hope that he was pleasant. I dialed the number listed and waited for an answer.

"Hello?"

"Good morning. I am trying to reach Mr. Franklin. Is he available?"

"May I ask whose speaking?" Her voice had an exasperated tone and I was beginning to get a little irritated myself with her screening.

"My name is Sookie Northman, one of the wedding guests, and need his assistance. Is he available?" I hoped that cleared up any further questions so I could get down to business and actually speak to the man.

"I am M.C. Franklin. I was named, literally, after my father so please excuse my tone. After being thought to be a man for so long, it can get tiresome having to explain."

Now, I felt like a douche-bag. "I apologize and understand. I need some help putting together a private gathering for this evening. Is it possible to meet with you to discuss?"

"Of course. We can meet in the foyer in about an hour and half, if that works for you."

"That will be perfect. I'll see you then and thank you."

"My pleasure." We both hung up. I went to the wardrobe to pick out my clothes for the evening. I wanted to have everything ready before he woke as I knew he would need to ravage me before I left for the evening.

4:50pm

My meeting with Michael…I mean Cassandra was very productive. I was so happy that I still retained my southern hospitality. Gran would be so proud. I confirmed that we'd have exclusive usage of the second floor entertainment room which held a 20-person home theatre with a 101" screen. The state-of-the-art system also had open access to Netflix so my movie selections were programmed and ready to go. My selections, which were all about love and 'otherness', included the X-Men movies, the Underworld series, and those based on the some of our fellow guests. Cassie also told me about blood edibles, treats made and infused with blood (I even ordered a shipment to be sent to our home for when we returned). How could I resist? I arranged a spread that would please both my vampire and non-vampire ladies.

Unable to resist picking Cassie's brain, I was surprised to discover that she and Quinn had some chemistry. She was hoping that they'd hook up sometime during the event. I was relieved because this would mean that Eric wouldn't have to worry about me getting unwanted attention from a past lover. While I was digging, I also got an idea from one of her fantasies about Quinn that I was going to put into action as soon I got back to my room. Everything was coming together.

Once I entered, I looked at the clock and realized that I only had 30 minutes to get ready for Eric to rise. I knew we'd end up taking a shower together, so I implemented my plan. I cleared our living room table and put down some towels. Since I'd already picked out my outfit for the evening, I could get ready quick. With about a minute to spare, I took off my clothes and sat on the table. Uncorking the bottle of Royalty I got from Cassie, I poured it over my head to cover my entire body. When I felt the tickle of our bond, I tossed the bottle to the side and laid myself out like a human buffet.

I felt confusion in the bond as he seemed to be trying to think about why I wasn't in bed with him. I tickled the bond to tell him where I was. When he entered the room, he abruptly stopped and his fangs immediately descended.

"Good evening, husband. I hope you are hungry." I couldn't help but laugh since he was catching flies. It was the most hilarious thing I'd ever seen.

He walked over to me and licked his lips. "What do we have here? Have the Gods blessed me with another gift that I am unworthy of?" I almost rolled off the table from my hysterical laughter.

"I'm going out tonight, so you should try to finish dinner before it gets cold." As soon as I finished my sentence, my nipples got hard. He laughed and pondered, "Mmmm…I don't know where to begin."

After a moment, he decided to start at the top and work his way down. Sitting next to me Indian-style, he leaned over me and kissed me deeply. I always seem to lose myself in his kisses. He grabbed some of my hair and put it in his mouth as if he were going to eat it. He paused and enjoyed the taste of the Royalty and I felt his excitement at the fact that I was covered in the stuff for him. He slowly licked and kissed all over my face. I was giggling uncontrollably when he got to my ears. He lifted my head to get the back of my neck and did the same with my arms to get my pits (I thank the Gods that now I don't grow unwanted hair anywhere). He licked my breast languidly, almost pushing me to the brink of madness. After thoroughly cleaning my entire torso and navel clean, I was almost begging for him to spread my legs. But oh no, my Viking was a master at torture. He slide to the foot of the table and lightly flicked my right heel with his tongue.

"Why do you deny me? Why do you deny yourself?" I taunted.

"You started this, so you WILL endure." He said this with the calm of the king that he was born to be (and has been twice now).

His onslaught of sucking and licking continued. I thought I was going to come when he was at my toes. When he finally got to my inner thighs, I was moaning and panting on the edge of ecstasy. Grabbing my ankles, he pushed my knees up to make room so he could join me on top of the table. Leaning against them he hovered over me, peering into my eyes. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed my hips and pulled my entire pelvis to his mouth. His tongue entered me so smoothly that I came. The stars and sparkles I saw above me seemed to spell his name. He licked my lips and sucked my clit into his mouth at vampiric speed. I think he was ready too. Having 'licked the bowl clean', in a manner of speaking, he lowered me just to hover over his dick. Teasing his tip with my swollen lips, he says "You know what I want. And you won't get what you want until I get it."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" I replied with an evil smirk. He growled at me and I became unhinged. I dropped my restraints and went into what I refer to as 'FULL FAIRY'. My ears, fangs, and aura were in full effect. He smiled, like a kid opening the one gift they really wanted on Christmas morning, and slammed into me. The pounding was amazing. At some point I went animalistic with him and was now riding him. I used my arm as a vice grip to hold onto his shoulders as we pounded each other. Our screams and roars were probably heard throughout the entire castle. We came together and my light exploded out of my body so hard that you would have thought that we had kidnapped the sun and it was trying to escape. I had rays coming out of every orifice. We devoured each other's mouths as we rode out the aftershocks.

"WHEW! That was…was…I can't…even talk right now." I was out of breath and drooling down his shoulder. He fastened my legs around his waist and hoisted me up with him as he walked to the bathroom.

"You never cease to amaze me. Can I have that as an anniversary gift from now on?" He winked at me as he started the shower and I agreed. I was jelly in his hands. He washed me just as thoroughly as he licked me clean earlier. Only this time, he used his hands. So, after another orgasm, I was finally able to tell him my plan for the evening and get dressed.

"I'm very intrigued by your, what did you call it…ladies night. I hope you have a fun-packed evening. You have inspired me to seek out the other guests. I, surprisingly, don't know many of them. Plus, Godric and I haven't partied in centuries." I could see him replaying the memories of his breakfast. I was bouncing up and down with excitement.

I jumped in his lap and kissed him deeply. "I love you…and yes, I will feed you before sunrise."

He grabbed the sides of my face and kissed me again, ever so softly. "You say that as if you had a choice."

I had to go. I jumped up and went to the door, swaying my hips seductively as I went. He growled through clinched teeth and fangs. I was laughing all the way to the elevators.

Author's Notes:

Here are the translations for this chapter:

Vi är en igen. Jag kom tillbaka för du och jag låter aldrig du gå. = We are one again. I came back for you and I will never let you go.

Like I said, I love lemonade and like to share my recipes with other. LOL.

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*The characters in this chapter belong to Charlaine Harris, with the exception of Godric who belongs to Alan Ball.*

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