Author's Notes:
I know this update is about two days late, but I didn't have access to a cpu other than an iPad and that wasn't working with me uploading the new chapter. So, thanks for your patience.
I thought that I should mention that I tried to put a lot of thought into the characters (both original and borrowed). I even went back and re-read the stories of borrowed characters to make sure I did their personalities justice. I tried to pick additional characters that were really historical, so I encourage you to look them up. PM if you need additional information for a search.
Time for some lemonade. Enjoy.
SPECIAL THANKS to the usual suspects; ashmo2000 and AlphaSprout for sticking with me.
*The characters in this chapter belong to their respective authors, CH, & AB. R.I.P. to Jennifer Rardin for the Jaz Parks series, which ended too soon much like its author. It was a great series and one worthy to check out if you haven't.
**I OWN NOTHING**
Chapter 52
SPOV, moments before…
"…is that you are welcome to try and take him. Just remember that I can read your minds and you will not get as close as that former mistake." As I say the words, I look directly at Brynhild. Her thoughts had begun to irritate me. She has a very vivid imagination and what she wanted to do with my husband were things that I want to do to him right now.
"He is as good as you think his is, but do not make the mistake to underestimate me. I'm your Goddess as much as my mother is and if you cross me, it will not be me who ends you. It will be him. Just like it was almost was with Thor." I project it into her mind and she flinches. A quick glance at my mother and I see her raise her glass to me. I nod in acknowledgement.
Before I can do anything else, Eric me pulls me to him and kisses my like he did the first time in his office. His kiss gets me so 'hot and bothered' that I feel my power begin to rise as clearly as I feel my gracious plenty poking into me.
Godric gives us 30 minutes and my husband isn't going to waste any of it. He blinks us to the secret day-chamber he had built after our reunion (on my strong recommendation, of course). As soon as we are in between those four walls, we both lose any control we had.
His kisses and caresses are driving me mad and I'm too amped for the gentle love-making that we will no doubt be having at some point tonight. Eric is impeccable in anything he wears, especially when it is a tuxedo. But right now, it is keeping me away from what I want most.
I use my power to hold Eric to the wall. He struggles and wonders what I'm up to. I disintegrate his jacket and shirt, leaving his chest bare. I kiss and lick all over him, tasting the sea on his skin. I bite him at the base of his throat and let the blood run down his torso.
He struggles against my hold again. He is aching to touch me, but I won't let him, not yet. I lick all that spilt. I look up into his face and see the power in him has risen to the surface. His blue flame is just as intense as my fuchsia illumination. Now, the rest of his clothing is in my way, so I burn them off too.
The Adonis that is my husband stands before me; powerless, naked, and deliciously mine. I lick down his abs, through the V on his right side, and nibble in the curly blonde hair.
"Please lover, release me. I need to touch you. I yearn to taste you." His begging makes me even wetter as I drop to my knees in front of me. I grab him with both hands, like a rare treasure that only I can admire. I stroke him slowly until there is a small pool of yummy precum for me to enjoy appears at his tip.
"Please. PLEASE! I need you!" he screams in my mind. I take him deep into my mouth, down my throat, and his moans echo through the room. I start off slowly, swallowing him then bring him out of the warmth of my mouth to feel the air. He shivers under my ministrations.
"I am so close, lover. I will not last for long." He is pleading with me to let him free, but it only strengthens my resolve so I suck him harder. He is caught in a rapture of pleasure that I've not seen before. He hisses and growls at the sensation of my throat squeezing his gracious plenty tighter. When I take him deep on last time, he becomes fully engulfed from the strain as he fights against my invisible hold. And as I swallow his seed, I let my grip falter and his hands immediately cradle my head. He had a lot to give because he was still going when he pulls himself out of my mouth. I lunge to catch it but he grabs me by the arms and flies me to the bed.
I don't get a chance to do anything else as he kisses my so roughly that his fangs sink into my tongue. He rips my dress and underwear to shreds, leaving me naked in jewels. He pauses for just for a moment to admire my body before he sinks both fangs and cock into me without restraint. I come instantly.
Our reflections in the mirrored ceiling are something out of a sci-fi movie. A blue man and a fuchsia preggo woman, having primal sex is something I expect to see on Star Trek. They are beautiful in their union. I wish that were me. Oh, wait! It is.
"Jagälskar digså mycketatt detgör ont...mendet ärenbraont. Den bästasmärtanjagnågonsinkänt. Vänligen intesluta! Stoppa inte!" (I love you so much it hurts...but it's a good hurt. The best pain I've ever felt. Please don't stop! Don't Stop!) I all but scream as his thrusts go deeper, filling me so completely that I don't want to ever be unattached to him this way. He moves both of my legs to one side, changing the angle from one extreme to the next, and I moan as the pleasure of this new position hits me.
"Jagälskar diglika mycket. Jagkommerför evigt. JAG KOMMER ALDRIGlåta dig gå!" (I love you just as much. I will for eternity. I WILL NEVER LET YOU GO!) He roars the last as he climaxes, and I'm right behind him. The room looks hazy and I'm disoriented, but I couldn't give a damn. That was the best sex we have ever had!
Slowly and very carefully, Eric pulls out of me and lays my legs down on the bed. He rolls onto his back and I mold into his side like I've always done. Snuggling with him is one of my favorite pastimes. He twirls strands of my hair around his fingers as he inhales my scent.
"You will go into labor soon" he says matter-of-factly.
"What makes you say that?" Did he know something I didn't? Was it a vampire thing?
"Our sons told me." That is all he says before he blinks both of us into the shower.
After another quick round, which I believe was to distract me from asking him more questions about what our sons told him, we emerge from the bathroom to re-dress. Within a matter of minutes, Eric is decked out in a gray designer suit with a black dress shirt. He leaves the first two buttons open, showcasing a little of his chest and his Talon necklace. I fight against my libido and continue with my own wardrobe change. The previous gown – black, strapless, and snug in a surprisingly, lightweight fabric – was destroyed, I was glad I did agree to another option. It would kind of suck to have to don a red Fangtasia t-shirt for the second time in my life. I smile as I remember the stubborn cow I used to be back then. Fortunately, I replaced the old me and didn't have to encounter her. Her well-being would have definitely been in jeopardy for being so daft when it came to Eric, as well as in other matters.
I shake myself from that pile of skeletons and now I'm ready to get my dress on. I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't realize that Eric had been sitting at the edge of the bed, smiling like he had received the best gift ever.
"I caught most of that and I just want you to know that I would not have let you hurt that Sookie, just like I would not have let that one harm you. I definitely would have pushed for a threesome, but…" POW! POW!
I interrupted him by using my telekinesis to make him punch himself in the mouth. He looked amused and vamped behind me to tickle my sides to the point that I pee on myself.
"Now you've done it! Thank your godly father that I was not already in my new dress asshole!" We are both laughing like hyenas as I remove my now soiled undies, wash up quickly, and replace them with another pair. I raise my arms as Eric helps me get the dress over my head.
"Are you ready lover?" he asks in his most seductive voice. I shiver, but am able to nod an affirmative. And with a kiss, I pop us to the basement.
EPOV
Of course, Sookie would pop us in the center of basement, surrounded by our most trusted allies – Herveaux, the Witch (which I will always call her), Thalia, Mr. Cataliades, and the majority of our nest and their trusted – on all sides. My child clears her throat and we finally pull ourselves away from each other.
"Before we begin, I believe my maker has something to say." The anticipation was beginning to the get the best of me, which Sookie may have chosen to allow as an opportunity to distract me from fondling her. A glance in her direction to see her look away shyly confirms this suspicion.
Godric looks at AP, who nods curtly without saying anything. Everyone gets comfortable and give him their undivided attention as our mysterious guest moves to my maker's side.
"As I revealed to my children recently, I am not the sole progeny of the Exalted One." A few gasps and whispers past and then it is silent again. "He and I are brothers in many more ways, but know that it was for the safe of our lives that my maker chose to isolate us from each other and the world. I would like to introduce you to my brother, Alex Cedon."
All focus turns towards him. "Тоа е задоволство да се исполнат сите вас. Јас сум слушнете да ви помогне во било кој начин можам. Како тебе, јас го цениме мојата слобода, бидејќи јас се откаже од мојот правило кога бев сврте." (It is a pleasure to meet you all. I am here to assist you in any way I can. Like you, I have valued my freedom since I relinquish my rule when I was turned.) I can feel and see the power in his aura, especially with my maker and grand-sire in the same room. As he spoke, he did a full lap around the group, ensuring that he made eye contact with everyone.
Ние ви посакам добредојде, Александар. Тие не знаат кој се користи за да се биде или да зборува македонски." (We welcome you, Alexander. They don't know who you used to be or how to speak Macedonian.) We – AP, Godric, and Alex – stare at my wife in open shock. I, however, was not surprised at all. She is a Goddess. Of course she knows Macedonian.
"Ви благодариме за вашата гостопримливост. За жал, јас не зборуваат вашиот јазик. Ќе се преведе за мене?" (Thank you for your hospitality. Unfortunately, I do not speak your language. Would you translate for me?) Is he flirting with my lover? The twinkle in his eye and the way he is looking at her says that he is.
Sookie and Pam giggle as they sense my emotions through the bonds I share with them. I growl and it causes them to laugh fully. Talking through her amusement, she interprets for Alex. She knows something I do not.
"That is all well and dandy. If there was a reason other than meeting Godric's long-lost brother, then can we get on with it? There is a banging party going on upstairs and I would like to enjoy it, especially if tomorrow may be my last night on Earth." The wolf just had to piss on the rug.
"Alex here is a historical figure." She tries to set it up for someone else to announce, but the others do not have a clue how to take the hint.
"He was originally known as Alexander the Great, King of Macedonia and Conqueror of Persia" I announce. The silence in the room becomes deafening.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Tara exclaims as Pam walks in front of 'Alex' to give him a more thorough looking over.
"This guy looks nothing like Colin Farrell." Turning to him, Alcide continues. "Did you see that movie about yourself? What did you think of Angelina Jolie playing your mom? You probably haven't seen that movie. Do you even watch movies?" I cannot help but to roll my eyes at his stupidity. He did not take the time to learn English, so I think we can assume that he would not be knowledgeable of Western civilizations' misinformed re-enactments of his human life.
"I hate to interrupt, but I believe Sookie has more vital information to be discussed." It takes AP's words to focus all of us. It is now time for Sookie to take over this portion of the strategic meeting. She wobbles over to the map, which is in front of AP, and the rest of us gather around her.
"After many failed attempts, I was successful in getting past Niall's mental shields and I discovered his diabolical plan and how I've been a pawn in it my entire life. I will show you exactly what I saw and then we can make adjustments to the plan we've already been going with." Releasing my hand, she moves over to Alex. "I will translate the vision in his mind to make it easier for him." She takes his hand in hers and a satisfied smile creeps onto his face. I growl, but stay silent.
The replay is suspended above the war map and we all watch. I still find myself in awe at the mere thought of her power. Hell, the same is true for my own new powers. While the others are watching the situation, 'Alex' stares at her with that lost, pitiful look on his face. I know that look well; I have worn it several times when I was trying to convince her to be mine.
A few moments later, the vision ends. She gives everyone a few seconds to absorb what they have just seen before she says anything else. I am just about to take over when she finally speaks.
"As you can all see, Niall and Breandan are connected because they are brothers. And now, not only do I have to give birth to my children in Faery, but I also have to rescue my cousin." Sookie and AP exchange a look that signifies they are having a mental conversation that even I am not privy to. After several furrowed brows between to two women – and the group observing all of this – they finally come to some sort of consensus.
"Pam, can you please go upstairs and retrieve Freya, Odin, Thor, and Brynhild." She says the name of the Valkyrie captain as if it leaves a disgusting taste in her mouth. Tara jumps to volunteer and is off before Pam can make a move. She gives me a victorious smile and I stick my tongue out at her. She just rolls her eyes – thinking that Sookie is a bad influence for me; if only that were the truth.
Tara vamps upstairs. The group falls into smaller discussions as we wait, consulting with their closest as to their opinion on how we should proceed with this new information. While they are busy, I lead both Sookie and Pam over to the rest of our bloodline. The chair next to AP is empty so I guide my wife there. Her smile of relief is all the thanks I need. AP's smirk is just a bonus.
The room fills with the – now familiar – heaviness I associate with the arrival of a god. On this particular occasion, however, it heralds the arrival of three gods, one Valkyrie, and my child's progeny.
"FUCK!" Tara shouts as she crashes to the floor in a horrific face plant. We all look towards the latest arrivals in shock.
"Brynhild! I do not know what has gotten into you, but that was quite unnecessary" chides my father. Both he and the Goddess Freya are wearing identical expressions of annoyance and anger.
"It is obvious why she isn't let off her leash; she doesn't know how to act when outside the realm. Maybe she should be sent back to Valhalla to protect the gates and your empty throne since she wants to act like a common guard dog." Thor's words are cutting to the Valkyrie. She bows her head with no response.
"Pardon me, Master but it is a vampire. It is not like I hurt it." Her tone was too nonchalant to be ignored.
"Did that bitch just call me an 'it'?" Tara looks at my child for an answer, before vamping into Brynhild's face. "Tell me she did NOT just call me an 'it'!" Tara is forming the impulse to strike the ancient warrior as Sookie's voice rings out loud enough to be heard throughout the building.
"ENOUGH!" All conversation and movement stops. Due to our positioning in the room, we – AP, Pam, Godric, Alex, and I – were surrounding Sookie so she remains unseen by the rest of those gathered in the room. The tone of her voice made us give her a little more space, so our circle widens around her.
"I thought I made myself clear upstairs. I may be half-demigod at the moment, but don't think I can't end you and take over command of the Valkyries. Your presence here is a not a right, but a privilege; one that may get taken away along with your life if you do anything to threaten anyone under my protection. And you damn well know who's protected and who's not. Are we going to have further problems or should we take a vote amongst the gods present?"
Brynhild glances over at Odin, her eyes full of fury at my lover's words, pleading for the signal to rebuttal. He shakes his head and she bows her own. Thor and I make eye contact, indicating that we will discuss this later.
"I apologize to you, Ms. Thornton, and to all present for my behavior." Her head remains bowed.
"Okay. Now let's put our many heads together and come up with an infallible plan" Sookie says to the room in her normal, cheerful voice. And that is what we do. No one leaves until we have come to a consensus.
SPOV
It seems like we've been down here for hours, but it's only been 45 minutes so far. As Godric explains his views on securing the palace, the Seer coughs. This causes everyone to look in her direction. She's a vampire. She doesn't breathe and therefore, hasn't the need to cough. I know she is telling me to come clean. Here goes nothing.
"I hate to cut you off Godric, but I've already taken care of that and Breandan's lackeys." The mouths of every male in the room hang open at my announcement.
"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Well…Salome and de Mada have met the true death. Lucrezia will be this evening's finale. With our fairy guards and the Valkyries, we will have all of the royal guards removed from the palace upon our arrival. While I'm giving birth, they" she waives at Pam, Suzie, Betsy, Alice, Bella, Jaz, Cassandra and Amelia "will guard Eric and me. Claudine and Karedon will retrieve Hunter and bring him to us. Then, he will go with my mother" she pauses to gesture to the Goddess Freya "along with the babies. Eric will heal me – if necessary – and then we will return to regroup with the rest of the nest at the palace to go on the hunt."
"Lover, what have you done? And when did you do?" I can feel his anger and pride conflicting in the bond, but I must put that aside for the moment.
"All that should matter is that I didn't do it alone and had help from some of our nest mates." Jazz and Betsy both stand and move closer to me. Vayl and Sinclair both jump up.
"Salome was in our house, looking for Astral. I don't know how they knew about her, but our little wonder was able to take down the were that bitch sent. We set a trap and the whore returned like clockwork." Jaz walks over to Vayl and grabs his hand. Her green eyes gleam as they stare into his now dark green ones. "By the way, we will have to move into a new place. They fucking violated our temple." Vayl was visibly shock by her admission. However, he wasn't able to respond before another confession is given.
"That is why I was up and about earlier today. The sun had just risen in Paris as we were rising, so I had to work quickly. Jessica watched my back as I snuck into de Mada's hotel room. I have video." She reaches into the bust of her dress and pulls out her cell phone.
"Elizabeth? What…" She put a finger to his lips to stop him.
"We discussed this and I promised I wouldn't do anything like that again. Let's not pitch a bitch about it now. It is in the past and they are now dust, so let's move on." She stands on the tippy toes of her heels and places a chaste kiss on his lips. He sighs heavily and remains quiet.
"There is no reason for either of you to be angry with them. I asked them, and a couple of others, to do me a solid. They agreed because they care about me and our cause. So if you are upset about it, then I'm the one you need to see. Do we have a problem?" My words are directed at Vayl and Sinclair, but their meaning was felt throughout the room. When I spare a glance at my mother, she is staring daggers at my husband and he looks like a deer caught in the headlights. I will need to get to the bottom of that soon.
"No" were the replies of both vampires. They both bow their heads and return to their seats. Jazz and Betsy share a shocked look before looking to me with grateful smiles. I give them one in return and they retake their seats.
"Okay. Let's finish up here. Our guests are beginning to get bored." With that statement, everyone gathers around the table with the maps and reports for all our spies. We dive deep into breaking down our plan and soon we have agreed one that works for everyone.