Chapter 30

In the Master Bedchamber during the party…

EPOV

"Do you know how hard it has been for me to resist ripping this from your body" I say as I pull her by the hem of her dress to the end of the bed. Her eyes are already glowing and I can feel my power calling to hers.

"You were the one who chose this dress. Your suffering is your own fault." She hurriedly gets to her knees and begins undoing the buttons on my shirt. I let the jacket fall to the floor as I lean into her bare shoulder, licking her sweet flesh. As soon as she gets my shirt open, she latches onto my left nipple. The sensation of her nimble, little tongue, flicking my hardened chest, makes me harder than ever.

"If that is the case, then I chose this dress…" I push her down to lie down in the middle of the bed "…therefore, I chose to destroy this dress." I proceed to rip shreds with my fangs. She is moan and squirming under me and it makes me yearn for her even more.

She grabs my head and brings my lips to hers. We are fighting for dominance of each other's mouths like never before. I taste both our bloods, which causes me to pull back. I look at her; my beautiful wife in a black strapless bra, thong and designer heels with blood dripping from the corners of her mouth. I involuntarily lick my own lips, the sight steadily unraveling. Apparently, that physical action unravels her in a second. She launches off the mattress to stand, towering above my kneeling body.

She is standing directly in front of me, my face rubbing against her stomach. My sons are in here. With everything that has been going on, I have limited my time with them to when she is asleep. I have already started teaching them my core beliefs, speaking only in my native tongue. The night we realized that I would have to turn myself over, I told our sons. Once she was sleep, I slid down her body and rubbed my face all over the still smooth flesh. When I said the words of my departure, her stomach began to glow white. I was afraid it would wake her, but she did not stir. I calmed them, telling them that their mother had given me the power to protect myself and that I would return in three days. The light diminished and I felt a wave of love and pride through our newly formed bond. I kissed them numerous times before returning to my spot and pulling Sookie into my arms. She only moved to snuggle closer to me. It was then I allowed sleep to take me.

I feel those feelings from them now as I hold her to me. She is running her fingers through my hair and over my bare shoulders. She is humming a tune I have heard before, but I cannot recall its origin at this time.

As my kisses turn to licks, my hands wandering down her sides and over her thighs, her grip tightens on my hair. I pull her left leg off the bed, draping it over my right shoulder. I look into her eyes as I remove the piece of fabric that was her thong from her body. I do not let her say a word before I begin lazily licking in between her lower lips.

She grasps. She watches me as I taste every inch of her most private of places. I use the fingers of my left hand to rub circles on her clit. This causes her to hook her leg around my arm completely, so all I can do with is as palm her ass. She tastes sweeter her than anywhere else on her body. I would spend all day and night eating her if I could, but duty always calls.

She is getting closer. I straighten my tongue and plunge into her entrance, trying my best to get as deep as possible. She is slight glowing purple now, which is new for her, but I do not stop.

"ERIC" she moans as she comes. She is shaking and her nails have pierced the flesh of my shoulder. I lick her clean and remove my arm from her leg lock. She pushes me to sit on my heels.

"We are now even from earlier, lover." I smirk as she looks down on me. I cannot discern the look, but she is still glowing.

"Yes. Now, I need you to claim me." I feel her almost begging me to through the bond.

"I will love you however you wish me to, my Queen." I say, but she puts her finger to my lips to silence me.

"No. I am your wife first and foremost. Just like you are my husband before you are a King. I need my husband right now." A single tear rolls down her face. I pull her to straddle my waist and I lick her tear away.

"I apologize, my love. You are right. And no matter what title I address you by, know that you are always my wife. Mine." I rise up a little to slide my pants down, but she takes care of that by burning them away. I look at her and she giggles innocently. There is my Sookie.

I kiss her tenderly and it continues on as she slides onto my erection. We both exhale a breath that never of us knew to be holding. Our love making is slow and steady. We tell each other how much we love one another through our bond, minds, and words, as well as with our bodies. We experience orgasm after orgasm, taking only a couple of moments to recharge before beginning again. We hear knocking at the door but pay no attention. We care not for the outside world because it does not exist. I do not even register the surrounding walls of our bedchamber. Only her.

Godric's POV

It is now rather late into the evening and most of the guests have left. We had our secured passenger vehicles take the majority of them to my hotel. I was happy that I had a property that would hold so many and guarantee their safety. With the Gods and the rest of our nest being the only ones that remain, I am finally able to remove this tie.

I feel in the bond that my child is…busy. I am not sure I would call what they do love-making, for it is so much deeper than that. Not long after our first nest meeting, when Pam collapses in the boardroom in front of everyone, she told me what she felt. She said that she felt so much pleasure hit in that moment that she had an orgasm right there on the spot. Granted, those were not her exact words, but I like my paraphrasing better. Add the times when I heard the sounds of their passion and bright lights from inside their rooms, and I would suspect that they definitely will not be coming back to join us this evening.

I return to the ballroom to find God Odin and Goddess Freya siting at the main table, the nest surrounding them below. They were listening to the Gods tell of their many battles with creatures the likes we have never seen.

Before I can even say a word, "Well, children. It is time for us all to retire. Our hosts have some private matters to attend to and they need our strength for tomorrow" Freya says to the group.

"Prepare yourselves for battle. For if my son does not return, it is then that the war will begin. I believe that he will return, with your comrades, but we must always be ready. Rest and hold those you love close." Odin adds. With bows from all of us, they disappear in two separate orbs of blinding light.

"You are all more than welcome to stay here for the night if you wish. Contact Pam or myself if you need anything." I tell them. With nods from the nest, I go off to find Pam.

I find her with the heads of the vampire and fairy guards. They are in deep conversation when I enter the room.

"Master" they greet in unison.

"Good evening. Is everything alright?" I ask them. Both men look to Pam. With her signature bored sigh, she turns to me.

"We believe that Brendan has finally made an appearance. John Quinn has been working with the enemy. This explains how so many vampires were able to access the castle in London." She is angry and rightly so.

"Where is he now?" I ask. His cowardice and disloyalty have affected us for the last time.

"We are waiting for our scouts to report back with his location. We believe that he will be present wherever they will be taking Eric tomorrow night" she answers.

"Good. That will allow us to keep an eye on Eric and him. Keep someone on Quinn at all times. Once Eric returns, he is mine." I turn to walk to the door, but Pam's voice stops me.

"Wait! Sookie has giving her word that Eric will kill Quinn." I am relieved to know that she knows about this already.

"Then, that will be a kill we share as maker and child. I will not be denied." I leave the room and retire to my room. I open to find my sexy, little redhead lying naked in my bed.

"I thought you were going to forget about me tonight" she purrs. I remove my jacket before closing the door.

"Never, for I forget nothing." I spend the rest of the night showing Jessica what you get with a lover with almost 3,000 years of experience.

EPOV

I wake, knowing the sun had not been up long. I instinctually reach to my right, but I only feel the silk sheets were my wife should be. I growl and sit up only to see my mate sitting on the ottoman at the foot of bed. She looks so innocent, sitting Indian-style with her long blonde looks hanging over her shoulders and breasts. I sit up and am immediately caught in her gaze.

"What is wrong, my love?" I ask her. I can barely distinguish the feeling in the bond, which was rare.

"I don't want you to go. I know you have to, but I hate this. I would rather destroy them in one swoop then let them hold you. What if they hurt you?" A single tear runs down her cheek. I try to come to her, but she stops me with a raised hand.

"My love, I know that you are worried. And I do not like this plan either, but if we are to gain any advantage over the enemy and free those who have been taken, then I have to do this. If this situation was the other way around, you would do the same. You have, much to my dissatisfaction." I remind her of this. She looks down as she recalls the various dangerous situations we found ourselves in the past. Then, I feel guilt.

I pull her into my arms before she realizes I have moved. "No, my love. I am not blaming you for what happened, but we have always had to be pragmatic. They underestimate our tie to each other, as well as our power. This is an advantage for us, one that we must capitalize on. And remember…" I use both hands to move her hair from her face. "…I will only allow them to hold me for three days. Once I find the hostages, I will blink back here, with them in tow, and we will go from there."

"I know. But…" she trails off. Something more is on her mind and the fact that she is reluctant to tell me means that it is big.

"Sookie." I say her name as I send love and reassurance through the bond. I sit up, resting my back against the headboard, and pull her into my lap.

She sighs and I feel her courage grow. "Breandan is here. He and another vampire – I think it was the one that Betsy and Sinclair encountered – went to Quinn's apartment two nights ago." I growl at the mention of her former lover and one of the banes of my relationship with Sookie. She continues, "He and Cassandra have been seeing each other since London. They told Quinn that it was time to prepare for your arrival. With their word, Quinn beat her and basically dumped her on our doorstep."

Could the beast stoop any lower? I will enjoy ripping him apart, but that will have to wait until after I return.

"I don't want you to face Breandan. I'm the one who will have to kill him, but I'm not ready. I fear that he will hurt you. I'm not worried about anyone else." Her behavior now makes sense. "And if he is here, then I know Neave and Lochlan are not far behind." She has another valid point, one that I have been preparing to deal with for the last 10 years.

"I want you to select two more personal guards. This will only be for when we are not together. Make sure that they will be able to defend you properly." I tell her but I immediately feel that I have insulted her. "NO! I did not mean it like that. Not only is this for my own reassurance, but they will be weaken anyone trying to harm you. Then you can dispatch them with ease." This calms her. The last thing I want to do is upset her more than she already I can help.

"Ok. I actually feel a little better. I've been holding onto that for the last 12 hours." She sighs with relief. Then, I feel lust and hunger in the bond.

"Lover?" I ask. Before I can do anything else, her lips are on mine. She rips the sheet from my body and slams down onto my dick.

"FUCK!" I scream as her tight, wet walls grip me about a vice. I grab her hips in an attempt to gain some sort of control, but it is futile. She bites into my neck and I come instantly. She does not stop drinking or riding me after my orgasm. I claw and squeeze her hips, but she is now unhinged.

"LOVER!" She does not acknowledge me. "SOOKIE!" I roar in her face as I come again. I am very concerned about what is going on in her head, but the pleasure she is giving me is indescribable. I must take control.

I switch our positions and she hisses at. I begin pounding into her. She is clawing and scratching at my throat, licking the trails of blood that she creates. She begins to glow as her climax builds. "I love you" I whisper in her ear and she comes, filling the room with her ethereal light. I follow right after and collapse on top of her. I feel her bliss through the bond and am finally able to relax.

"Come my love, let me fix you some breakfast. I believe my sons are hungry…for more than blood." I rise from the bed with her wrapped about my like a barnacle, not withdrawing from her depths. We make love one more time before exiting the shower and dressing.

I lead us to the kitchen, which is surprisingly empty. Then again, it is only 7:00am. Our chef, James, enters the kitchen with a steaming plate of food and orange juice for Sookie and a glass of Royalty for me. We stare into each other's eyes as we clink our glass together. We enjoy a quiet breakfast, letting our love float through us. Soon, we are joined by Dave and Jazz. We talk and laugh like teenagers on a double date.

After a while, we go our separate ways. Sookie and I go out to the pool and enjoy the sun. I actually sunbathe with her, an activity that I never could understand why Sookie enjoyed it so much until now. The warmth of the sun on my skin feels unbelievable. Her scent is caught by the breeze and I revel in it. We make love again on my lounge chair. I can not describe the image of her glowing in the sun, making her light even brighter than usual.

We finally retire to our room to enjoy as much private time together as we can. Before we know it, the sun has set and there is a knock at our door. I pull the sheet over our bodies and tell our visitor to enter.

It is my child. I feel her anger and sadness in the bond. Sookie and I both knew that she was going to need quality time with me before I left. She walks into our bedchamber, wearing her pink satin pajamas and fuzzy slippers. She comes to the end of the bed and stops. Looking at Sookie, who smiles and nods, Pam climbs into the bed with us. Crawling to my right side, I stretch out my arm to accommodate her to lie on my chest. Sookie was already on my left.

"If only the world could see me know. I am the legendary Viking. A King. The husband of a future Goddess." I squeeze my wife. "The maker of a Queen." I squeeze my child. "And one of the saviors of the universe. I am the shit." I announce nonchalantly. They laugh hysterically and it is the best sound in the world.

We stay like this for about an hour. I think we all felt the hour change, signaling that our nest was surely up and I would need to get ready. Pam shifts in my arm so she is on her stomach and is now laying on my chest, looking at me.

"It has been a long time since we have been in this position. Thoughts?" my child asks. She is right. We used to love these games, lulling our enemies into a false sense of security only to kill them and take the spoils. That was how we used to build our wealth.

"Well, I wish it were like in the old days. Things were much easier. Are you worried?" I ask her.

"Of course I am. I don't like you being with those fuckers without us. And don't give me that 'This must be done' bullshit. It never helps me feel better." Sookie moves into an identical position as Pam.

"I agree. That is not an explanation we can accept" Sookie adds. Both of theirs eyes are dead set on me. I look between and send them both as much love and pride as I can muster. They both moan and reach for each other. In all our years together, I have never seen them like this. They are equally worried and anger over this predicament.

"You both are my most precious treasures. My wife and my child. For so long, I only had Godric. When he released me, I thought that I would walk the earth alone until my true death. Now that I have you both, Godric and our nest…I will not give this up. There is nothing else I say. Do you believe?" I ask them. They both nod, but that is not good enough.

"Those are both answers I cannot accept." I stare them both down and we all sit up in the bed.

"Yes, Eric. I will give you three days." Sookie answers first and I feel her sincerity.

"Fine. Don't make us come after you." Pam tells me. That is the best I am going to get.

"Good. Now, let's get ready." I kiss them each on the forehead and we go to get dress.

Author's Notes:

The time draws nigh! Tell me how it should go down.

*The characters in this chapter belong to Charlaine Harris and Alan Ball.

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