DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TRUE BLOOD!

Divine Intervention

Chapter 31

The two vampires kissed with lazy passion, interrupted by a sleepy voice next to them.

"That was quite a show. Is it my turn again?"

Eric and Godric pulled apart quickly, both looking at Anamaria with mild alarm.

She gave a small frown at their obvious shame, lifting her head a little. "You don't have to stop, there's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. I'm not offended."

The two men were visibly relieved, and Eric lowered his clothed body back onto Godric's naked form.

"We're sorry, little one," Godric said in his soft voice. "We just weren't sure how you would react to the two of us..." he trailed off.

She arched an eyebrow, propping her head up on a hand. "The two of you being intimate? Displaying love and affection for each other? Or fucking each other's brains out? None of those offend me."

Eric slid his body onto his side behind Godric, his arm still over his Maker's waist. "You were uncomfortable that night at Fangtasia," he pointed out.

She jabbed a finger in his direction. "I was surprised, not offended," she clarified. "I just didn't expect to walk in on you two banging away at each other."

Sensing the tension in the room had been alleviated, Godric quipped, "If you remember, Mate, it was Eric who was doing the banging."

She gave a sexy smile. "I remember. I remember often," she winked and pressed her hips into the mattress suggestively. Both men looked a little surprised. She chuckled. "What? Two gorgeous men fucking right in front of me, how am I not going to be turned on by that?"

"Really?" Godric asked coyly, sliding closer to her on the sheets, returning his hand to the small of her back.

She shrugged guiltlessly. "I've always found gay and lesbian sex erotic, even though I'm ninety-nine percent hetero."

Eric laughed. "Ninety-nine percent?"

She smiled again, "Women are hot, and I've experimented a little. But don't let Pam get any ideas, she'd probably eat me alive."

"You'd enjoy it," Eric teased.

Godric growled low in his throat, unhappy about the idea of their Mate being with anybody but them. In an uncharacteristic wave of possessiveness, he fiercely pressed his lips to hers. He buried a hand in her mess of pastel curls, keeping her head turned his way. She whimpered at the force of the kiss but already felt her legs turning to jelly and her core starting to throb. He pulled away when he felt her heartbeat get faster from lack of oxygen, and leant back on the bed, his hand still gripping her hair, holding her head up for Eric.

Eric leaned over Godric and sealed his mouth to hers after letting her catch her breath for just a moment. She whined against his cool skin and pushed her hips down into the mattress, trying to get some fiction between her legs.

Godric gave a dark chuckle next to them. "Such a needy little girl," he taunted. He nudged Eric's shoulder. "Move back, Eric, and get undressed. We're not waiting any longer to fuck our Mate."

!"!

Anamaria choked on Godric's cock again, grateful when the Ancient vampire pulled his hips all the way back, letting his cock slip from her mouth.

He tsk'ed down at her as she coughed, resting her head back against the wall. "You need to improve, girl. One day I won't have as much patience."

After ordering Eric to undress, Godric had pulled Anamaria out of bed and carried her into the en-suite bathroom. He'd turned the water on and when it was the right temperature, practically shoved her under the spray. As she stood under the warm water, shivering from arousal, he tossed a washcloth at her.

"Bathe," he had instructed. "Slowly."

Anamaria had washed her body as slowly and erotically as possible, under Godric's careful eye. He leant back against the marble countertop, slowly fisting his cock. She trembled as she watched him, wanting nothing more than to run to him and have him inside her. But every time her legs even twitched in his direction, he gave her a harsh command to stay where she was and finish the job.

She had wiped away the dried blood from her mouth and chin, and the come from her chest. When she'd moved the cloth downwards to her centre, his eyes darkened.

"Thoroughly but not pleasurable," was all he said.

She made sure to clean herself exactly as he said and didn't spend too much time rubbing her clit. It didn't help though.

Throughout the shower, Godric had periodically ordered her to rub her clit. She'd done so eagerly the first time, basking in the waves of pleasure that rolled over her. But Godric always cut her pleasure short by counting down from three. Three, two, one, hands off, back to it. She would carry on washing herself, then he would do it again. Rub it again... Good girl... Two, one, stop.

When she'd finally finished washing her hair and body, she was quivering with need.

Godric had stepped forward, coming under the spray. Anamaria immediately pressed herself against him, starting to run the cloth over his chest, but he held her wrists firmly.

"Did I tell you to wash me, girl?" he snarled.

She trembled and shook her head. "No."

"No, what?"

She swallowed thickly and whispered, "No, Godric."

He hummed low in his throat, running his nose up and down her cheek as she let out a juddering breath. He started walking her backwards until her back met the cold wet tile. She gasped at the cold, pressing herself more against his body. He pressed her wrists against the tiles level with her shoulders, then kissed her gently. He stepped forward again, pressing his body completely against hers, pinning her between himself and the wall. She whined into the kiss when she felt his hard cock press against her stomach.

When he pulled away his mouth away, he ordered, "Get down. Don't kneel, stay on your feet."

Anamaria awkwardly slid down the wall as best she could, given how there was absolutely no room between their bodies. Godric kept her wrists pressed against the wall, stretching her arms over her head. She eventually ended in a low crouching position, her legs bent in front of her, and resting on the balls of her feet. She was face-to-face with Godric's cock, only inches from her. Her mouth watered at the sight of his thick, hard column.

He chuckled above her. "Are you desperate for my cock, little one?" he teased her. She nodded hungrily. "Spread your legs." She obeyed. "Wider." She did so again. "Wider. Good girl." He moved his legs slightly, trapping her legs open with his. Anamaria whimpered briefly at the stretch in her hips and inner thighs. "That's better. Now, open wide."

She opened her mouth wide for him and kept her eyes on his as his cock inched closer and closer to her mouth, until finally his tip touched her tongue. She groaned loudly at the smooth feel of his cock in her mouth, and her eyes drifted closed.

It was amazing. Crouched in front of her eldest Mate, her legs spread wide by his, her arms held above her head, and her Mate's cock sliding into her mouth. She moaned freely and wantonly as Godric moved his hips forwards and backwards in shallow movements, slowly pumping into her mouth.

"Look at you down there," he smirked down at her. "Loving the feel of my cock in your mouth, like a good girl should."

She whimpered again, unbelievably turned on by this side of him. His usual self was so calm, well-mannered, and gentlemanly. It was a heady contrast that set her ablaze.

A man's groan from across the room startled her and she choked on Godric's cock. He pulled back just enough to let her recover, then slid back inside her. "Come, Eric, enjoy our Mate."

Footsteps padded across the room and a second shadow stood over her. Anamaria opened her eyes and saw both of them looking down at her. She trembled so hard from arousal that she lost her footing and slipped onto the floor. Thankfully she hadn't slipped far and only let out a surprised squeak. Godric's grip on her wrists stopped her from falling onto her ass.

Godric gave a dark chuckle from above her, gently lowering her arms. "Are the both of us too much for you, little one?" he mocked, bending over and kissing her.

She grunted against his lips, trying to say 'no' to his question, but he held her chin firmly.

"Now that you're lovely and clean, Anamaria," he pulled away, looking deep into her eyes, "let's get you filthy again."

She moaned aloud as Godric lifted her into his arms and carried her back to the bedroom. Eric turned off the shower and followed them with some towels, licking his lips at Anamaria, winking dangerously.

Godric set her down at the foot of the bed, pressing her damp back to his front. Eric tossed his Maker one of the towels, keeping one for himself. Working together, they slowly and gently patted and rubbed her body dry, until she was shaking between them.

"Please," she begged in a whisper. "Please don't make me wait."

Eric chuckled, slowly sinking to his knees. "What happened to that stamina you bragged about before, little one?"

"Eric," she whined pitifully, her head dropping back against Godric's shoulder.

The Gaul hushed her softly, lifting one of her knees out to the side even as she pleaded with them both. "Just let Eric have a taste. Then, when he's had his fill, we'll take to the bed and we can finally fill you with our cocks. How does that sound, little one?"

She couldn't answer, for Eric chose that moment to latch onto her clit. A long moan escaped her throat, beyond her control. Her eyes closed and she relaxed into Godric's arms, letting the older vampire support her, knowing he would barely register her weight.

Godric rested her leg over Eric's shoulder, the Viking holding her thigh possessively as he licked up and down her folds. Sliding his free hands over her torso, Godric cupped her breasts. She groaned low in her throat at the combined sensations, pushing her hips against Eric and arching her back into Godric's hands.

She cursed lowly as Eric slipped a finger inside her. She slid her own fingers into his hair, gripping him tightly without fear of hurting him. The Viking chuckled against her clit, making her moan even louder as the vibrations thrummed through her bud.

"I'm done waiting," she insisted, pulling on Eric's hair to make him stand.

"I didn't finish my meal," Eric pouted, kissing her deeply.

She groaned as she tasted herself his lips, pulling him closer to her body.

In a disorienting rush, she found herself laid back on the bed, her body laying atop Godric, his hard cock pressing against the small of her back. Eric knelt between her thighs, slowly pumping his cock, eyeing her like a predator. Her heart beat faster and she shivered in anticipation.

"Now, Eric," she whispered, reaching for him.

"Listen to our Mate," Godric urged, his accent now stronger with arousal. "Take her, Eric."

The Viking growled low in his throat, unable to hold his fangs in. But it didn't scare her. She reached for him again, pulling him down to her by his arm. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she kissed him hungrily, only just noticing that his fang nicked her lip.

Just as Eric squeezed her hip, ready to slide into their Mate for the first time, there was a frantic pounding on the bedroom door.

"Are you fucking kidding me!" Anamaria burst out, not even taking her eyes away from Eric's.

"Eric!" It was Pam. "That bitch Flanagan is at the gates. She knows about Stackhouse."