Eric held Sookie in his arms, gently stroking her blond waterfall of hair and murmuring words of encouragement to her. Over and over, he promised her he would protect her, that he would keep her and their son safe. The hesitation and worry she had seen in Eric's eyes as he spoke of Sargon terrified her, and she knew that anyone her Viking saw as a true threat was beyond dangerous. She had never seen Eric afraid of anyone or anything. He had always been invincible. She would not have believed he HAD a fear. He was always in control, always commanding—and yet, here was the name of an enemy that made him feel vulnerable, for her, for the baby, for their future together. Her fear ratcheted up from the uneasy pit of her stomach, working its way inexorably up till it closed her throat making it a struggle to breathe. She could not quell the tremble in her body.
could feel all of Sookie's emotions. He hated her terror. As his bonded
and mate, she should never be afraid like this. He wanted to shelter
her from the world, and he suddenly understood what it must have been
like for Compton trying to shield his fragile human girlfriend. At
first, Eric had thought Bill a fool for the constant protective
posturing, for preventing Sookie from protecting herself and keeping her
from being the warrior she could be if she needed to be. He'd thought
Bill a fool for blatantly endangering himself for her again and again,
but now … now Eric understood the sentiment exactly.
of the dangers and cruelties of the world touching his Sookie roused the
beast in him. At first he'd wanted to make her a warrior like himself,
but now the mere notion horrified him. Instead, the animal in him wanted
to lock her away and savagely defend what was his. To walk the
perimeters of their home, marking his territory. It went beyond reason.
He wanted no one to hear her voice, to see the soft smile that lit her
face, to know her laughter, to touch her. He would kill anyone that
touched her. He would tear their limbs from their bodies and drink their
blood and pull out their organs with his hands and bite and rend and….
Calm, he had to calm the beast. He could not and would not lock her
away. To do so would break her loving, gentle spirit, and he would not
allow her to be broken.
"I will protect you, my Sookie. As long
as I stand, I will let no one harm you, and I am not easy to knock
down." His gaze was warm as he cupped her chin to pull her eyes to him.
Her laughter did not reach her eyes. "You're too big to knock down."
"You like my size."
she laughed heartily, color flooding her cheeks as she slapped his arm
playfully. "Eric!" she chided. He looked wide eyed with feigned surprise
and she laughed again. His smile was contagious. "You used to
intimidate the hell out of me. You're so much taller and so much bigger
than me. But I've learned to appreciate just those features. They make
me feel protected." Her warm lips pressed against the column of his
neck. The moment of diversion ended as Sookie asked, "What happens now?"
we plan. Running is not an option; it is unsafe. I cannot protect you
from Sargon on my own. We will need the forces of the supernatural
world. So I'll begin amassing an army and increasing the levels of
protection around you. You will be secure, Sookie."
"What if you can't? What if nothing works? What if Sargon—"
stop. Let me worry about the what-ifs. All you need to focus on is
staying calm and healthy. This is not my first war, nor will it be my
last. I know what needs to be done, and I will do it. Follow my orders
when I give them, and we'll be fine."
Sookie shook her head.
Intuitively, she recognized that her continued passivity would be
impossible. She had acquiesced to Eric in a thousand different ways
since that evening when Bill disappeared. She didn't want to lose track
of who she was, of what she was capable of. She hadn't given up—and
gained so much—to sit back and let him now handle everything. She had to
be a part. This wasn't Eric's war, it was theirs.
As if sensing her thoughts, Eric added firmly, "You will not be involved."
"Eric, I am involved," she protested. "We're together now. This is our life. This is our child, and this is our
future. Whether you like it or not, I'm involved. I need to know what's
going on. I need to know where you're going to be taking us, what your
plans are to protect us, and … I just need to know, Eric."
considered her words. Strategy had always been a silent companion, he
was uncomfortable with sharing intent. It had always proven his
instincts correct to disseminate little of his plans as if putting them
into words would hazard his position. Finally, he nodded, offering a
compromise. "Very well. I will tell what I can, but you must accept the
fact that I will keep some things from you. You cannot know of all I
will do to keep us safe, to keep our child safe, and to keep the
supernatural world safe."
"As long as you only keep things from
me because you have to, not because you want to in order to make things
easier for you. Not so you can handle me better."
"So what's the plan?"
Sookie in his lap so that she was sitting bridal style, Eric entwined
his hand with hers atop her belly and said, "First, Sophie-Anne. The
Council will order her before them soon to strip her of her title and
exile her from the country. She must be gone before I can begin
preparations to build my army. She should be gone in a few days. After
that, I will have all beings capable of wielding magic brought before
me. Not only will they begin researching how to save your brother, but
they will create an amulet for you that will conceal your pregnancy from
"Why are you going to do that?"
preemptory, Sookie. I do not wish the Fellowship to learn of my son you
carry until absolutely necessary. However tightly the spell can be
woven, is time on our side to bring our baby to full term without worry
of the Fellowship carrying out hate attacks."
"That's pretty smart, but I thought you said you already had some plans to get rid of the Fellowship terrorist cells?"
stroked long fingers over her flat stomach. "I do, but those fall under
the realm of 'you can't know'. The majority of the Fellowship devotees
are harmless. They will need monitoring, but it is the cells I'm worried
about, and my plans for them are not for you to know. I'm working from
the basic plan the Council set forth, but with a few of my own
"So you don't intend to destroy the entire Fellowship?"
That would be foolish. Not all humans will be favorable to vampires and
other supernaturals. If the Fellowship were destroyed, and no longer
served as a gathering point for these humans, another organization would
rise up to replace it. In such situations, the second organization is
always more aggressive and hostile than the first. It is best to keep
the Fellowship. We know who they are, and can monitor them
"That's really smart. I'm impressed, I never would have thought of that."
lips brushed against the shell of her ear sending a shiver throughout
her body. "You would not. You do not see the world as I do. You do not
search out areas for weakness and strength, and view everyone as a
potential enemy. You have not trained yourself to always search for
danger. You see the world with fresh and loving eyes. I like that about
you. I will think of war tactics, and you think of everything else."
"What about my friends, Eric?"
will remain here until Sophie-Anne and her children are expelled from
the country. After that, I will send them back to their respective homes
and have a witch erect barriers to protect them while inside. I will
also arrange for suitable guards to watch over them."
going to be so mad at me for all of this. I could see in Tara's mind how
her first reaction was that this was my fault. She reconsidered moments
later and told herself it wasn't, but her first response was just a
wave of raw anger and resentment."
Eric growled, "I have always
maintained that the people you insist on surrounding yourself with are
idiots and unworthy of your attentions. Your friend simply proves my
prior assessment. I understand she cared for your brother, but certainly
no more than you. What happened is no fault of yours or Jason's. It is
Sophie-Anne's fault for believing you weak, me foolish, and herself
immune, and if there is any more blame to place, it surely must fall on
my shoulders. I should have anticipated such action from her. You are my
bonded and it was my duty to protect you, and I failed. I have lived in
this world for many centuries dealing with creatures like Sophie-Anne; I
should have predicted this."
Sookie was stung by the unfairness
of his words. "Oh Eric! No! I don't blame you, and you shouldn't blame
yourself. It wasn't your fault. Like you said, it was Sophie-Anne's
fault for being a sore loser."
"I am glad you feel this way, but I
still believe that I could have averted this, and, if I cannot find a
way to sever your brother's blood bond, I will be burdened by my failure
for the rest of my life. I knew one day you would lose him, and it
would hurt you, but you should never have had to bear witness to him
She took a steadying breath. "We'll try to save him. I
don't blame you, and I don't want you to blame yourself. I know I
screamed at you that night, but that was my emotions getting the best of
me. I didn't mean any of it."
"Your heart is too kind, my Sookie."
"You like my soft heart."
Smirking, Eric confirmed, "As long as it is always mine."
He saw dark emotion welling behind her smile. "People are going to die."
"Yes, Sookie, they are. War always means death."
voice was tremulous. "They're going to die for all the wrong reasons.
Rather than working out differences peacefully, they're going to die for
the feeling of self righteousness. I don't want anyone to die. I don't
want there to be bloodshed."
Wrapping his arms around her
tightly, Eric sent her calm and comfort through the bond. "I can't
promise you that, Sookie. I can only promise to shield you as much as I
possibly can. I do not want there to be bloody battles around you. You
weren't meant for bloodshed. I do not want a war with humanity, but I
will not run if they come. If our survival means I must deal death to
our enemies, then I shall do it."
"I've never seen a war."
"You will see little of this one. "
"I thought you wanted me to be Ninja-Sookie?"
laughed, "No. I admit at first I envisioned you being my child and
fighting back to back with me, but now I find the idea distasteful. You
will continue your lessons with Ken, for as long as your pregnancy
allows, of course, and I want you to work daily with whomever Niall
sends to teach you to master your faery magic."
"He said I have two cousins that live in Shreveport, and that he'd have them call you tomorrow to set up a schedule."
"Good. I'll tell them they will come every day to help you. Knowing how to wield your faery magic could save your life one day."
"Or keep me away from Sargon." Sookie felt Eric stiffen. "He might be able to best you, couldn't he?"
brow drew down in dark speculation, his voice was distant. "Yes,
Sookie, he might. If he is truly alive, then he is the oldest vampire in
existence, and by far the most powerful. If he has been lying in wait
all this time, there is no knowing how much power he has amassed or what
resources he has at his disposal. Sargon is the ultimate danger. He is
the stuff of legends to vampires and all supernaturals. He is the only
thing any of us have ever truly feared. As you humans fear your
boogeyman, he is ours. There can be no mistakes or leniency in the
measures we take to protect ourselves from him. There can be no
hesitancy on either of our parts to defend ourselves."
"Eric, if he gets me … it means …." Her words trailed off, fear lingering behind in their absence.
he understood. Sending her all the strength he could through the bond,
Eric assured, "I am immune to the sun and silver, Sookie. I have my
father's sword that can never be knocked from my hand, and serves to
increase my strength and power. I am not new to a life of war and
hardship. I was not an easy man to kill before we bonded, and now I am
nearly invincible. The One has given us both the tools and means we need
to defeat Sargon. We were born to defeat him. Fate is on our side. It
will not be easy, but it can and will be done."
She pulled back
and looked into his eyes. In the dim light, Eric's eyes were hard as
granite and the color of the stone itself. If Sargon did get to her, it
meant her Eric, the man she loved so much, was dead. Her stomach lurched
at the idea of him being taken from her. She had not chosen this life
with him. She had not come to him freely, but she had found love with
him. He was far from perfect, and she was determined to get him to see
that they were equals, but, beyond all this, she loved him.
would be time to sort out the rest later. Right now, she needed to feel
him. She needed him to stop time for just a little while, to carve out a
moment of tenderness between them. Wrapping her arms around his neck,
she tugged his face to hers, pressing her lips to his. "Eric," she
whispered, "I need you."
Eric knew it wasn't the sex she wanted
but the intimacy she ached for, she needed to feel connected to him, the
same way he needed to experience her. She wanted his body inside of
hers. She wanted to feel surrounded by him. They both needed an altered
reality, a universe onto themselves, to go away from the nightmare their
lives had become. They need the escape, a time to recharge and feel
comfort in strength in the other's touch so they could reemerge to take
on the world again.
He stood, swinging her up in his arms, and
put on a burst of speed to have them upstairs and in their bedroom—no
longer hers, but theirs. Girly furniture and all. Their clothes melted
away as their hands scrambled over the other's to rid themselves of the
troublesome fabric barriers separating them. Sookie's breath was hot and
fast as it ghosted over his chest, warming his cool skin. Through sheer
force of will, he steeled his fangs to run tenderly along the delicate
curve of her shoulder when he wanted—and needed to bite. The moment they
were both naked, he picked her up and settled her on the bed. Their
mouths were ungentle, hungry and devouring, as he settled between her
His lips never lifted from hers as he braced himself above
her on the bed before reaching between their bodies to stroke her to
readiness. His fingers found her moist, and he sought out her clit to
build her desire for him. This first joining would be hard and fast. It
was about assurance and connection. Tender touches and soft words would
come after. Right now, she needed him to take her to a place away from
the hysteria and madness, to take him inside herself so she could
forget. Eric needed to lose himself inside her body, needing her to lose
herself as he claimed her.
They kissed feverishly. She probed
for his tongue, swirling hers into his mouth and drawing him into hers
to suck it fiercely. Desire stabbed at his groin. He nipped her bottom
lip and sucked it between his teeth as his fingers lightly sawed back
and forth between her molten lips, drawing up to the hood of her pearl,
circling, pulling, tugging, and then dipping down again. Tearing her
mouth away, she arched against his hand, pressing her body into his as
her arms and legs drew up to hug tightly around him, her grip desperate,
"Eric … please ….!"
lingering caress to her pearl, he took hold of his arousal and
positioned it at her hot entrance. His tip breached her lips and he
quickly slid his arm under her to raise her hips. She heard him groan
and caught his eyes, glittering with desire, traveling over their joined
"Look at us, Sookie. Look at how we fit."
followed his eyes to where they looked down the length of her body, to
where the soft brush of their hair met, gold on gold, looking beyond at
where his manhood lodged thickly between her thighs. She closed her eyes
for a moment, drowning in an undertow of lust. Pleading eyes met his
and he growled. "No one will take you from me! You are mine!"
pushed in. The thick girth of his cock filled her tightly, her muscles
tensing around him so completely that when he was inside her she felt
like they were truly one. There was no him, and there was no her, there
was only them. He penetrated her in a hot rush, his erection impaling her to her deepest depth. Time disappeared, sensation replaced thought.
his face into her neck he inhaled the heady, intoxicating aroma of his
sweet Sookie. He grew impossibly longer, thicker. Eric pulled his hips
back and thrust back into her in one long, smooth stroke. They both
groaned. He felt Sookie's nails claw into his back as he began to create
a relentless, driving rhythm. His hand found her breast and his thumb
rasped against her taut nipple over and over again, shooting sparking
pleasure across their bond. It was a wild, intense consummation and the
world narrowed to the sizzling contact of their bodies and the shrieks
of pleasure that accompanied the sounds of heavy slapping flesh. Neither
of them lasted long and, as the savagery of Sookie's orgasm spiked
inside her, her walls tightened around his cock, milking Eric's orgasm
from him with a fevered shout of her name from his parched throat. He
buried himself deep inside her as his climax exploded in 4, then 5, then
6 violent ejaculations as he filled her with his seed. And then his
teeth were sinking into her shoulder as he began to drink her addictive
In the aftermath, as Eric drank from her, Sookie clung to
him, stroking his head, tears pooling in her eyes as awareness stole her
lovely moment. She could not lose this man she had never dreamed she
could love this much. She could not lose his son—their son—growing
inside her. Outside forces threatened everything they'd built together,
were still building, and she could not let them be taken away. As her
Viking fed from her, she whispered, "You can't leave me, Eric. You can't
leave me alone. I don't know how things are going to work out between
us, we both still have so much to learn, but I can't lose you. You can't
Eric took in only another small mouthful of his
mate's blood before pulling back, licking the wound on her neck until it
closed. He had taken less than half of what he normally drank, but,
since she was pregnant, he was hesitant to take even that. He made a
mental note to call Dr. Ludwig as soon as possible to get the
particulars of Sookie's condition and what was necessary to see to her
health. "I'm not going anywhere, lover," he said hoarsely. "I've worked
too hard, and put far too much effort into making you mine to let anyone
take you from me. I bound you to me for eternity, and I mean to have
you for eternity."
closed her eyes and sighed as Eric began to nuzzle her neck. "As much as
I want to stay in bed up here with you, we should probably go back
downstairs. I need to finish talking to my friends. Tara is really
upset, and you definitely have a lot to do."
He pushed her back
onto the mattress as she started to rise, kissing the delicate hollow of
her throat, his tongue dipping into it and tracing a cool path across
her shoulders. Her body betrayed her traitorously and she shivered, a
low moan escaping through her tightly clamped teeth. Okay, so maybe
leaving wasn't such a good idea after all. He had a way of convincing
her that could not be beat.
"The world will be there waiting for
us, lover. It and the problems it represents for us aren't going
anywhere. In all my long years, I have learned to step back from time to
time to regroup. Your heart is still hurting, and you are still
overwhelmed from tonight's revelations. We both need this time together.
It's okay to be selfish, Sookie. Rushing out into the world with frayed
nerves will help no one. We will rejoin the others when we are ready."
"I'm afraid to go back out there."
"I'll be with you. You never need to fear when I am with you."
continued to playfully nibble her neck and shoulders. Her hands stroked
up her Viking's back as he continued to lavish attention on her neck
and shoulders. "Eric, do you ever wish you could go back? Do you ever
wish you could do things over?"
"I would not trade having you in
my life for anything. Even if you do argue too much, refuse to let me
buy you gifts, and won't let me kill Compton."
Her laughter was
unabashed and delighted. "You know that's not what I meant. Are there
ever things in life you wish you could undo?"
Pulling back to
look in her eyes, Eric replied, "I never allow myself to think like
that, and you should not either. Thinking of the 'what ifs' in life will
chip away at your spirit. The 'what could have beens' can drive you
insane, and destroy you in stagnation. Then you are leading a life based
wholly on retrospect and miss what's happening now. I never let myself
travel down that path, and I don't want you to either. That path led
Godric to his end, and I will not allow you to suffer such a fate. You
will never leave me, Sookie."
"It's just that sometimes I think
if I had been faster, or smarter, or more aware, I could have saved my
Gran, or Jason. If I hadn't been so determined to stay out of everyone
else's head I could have heard Rene and saved Maudette and Dawn and
Gran. I could have—"
"Sookie, you will stop this. It is not your
job to make all the evils of the world go away or right all wrongs. No
one and nothing can do that. The One, the most powerful being in
existence, sees the problems of this world, and yet even this being
cannot simply snap it's fingers and set things right. Mistakes, losses,
and sacrifices are a natural part of life. You cannot stop them from
happening. Dwelling on what can't be changed will only make you mourn
losses even more. Do not do this."
Sookie held her Viking's gaze
for several moments. She could feel him sending her the warmth of his
affections, and the strength of his resolve to comfort her. How she
adored this man! Reaching up to cup his face in her hands, she traced
her thumbs over his full lips. "Six months ago I despised you, and now I
can't imagine being without you. I think you cast a spell on me."
Eric kissed her fingers. "You're the one casting a spell. I've walked
this world for over a thousand years and no one has ever bewitched me
like you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I have thought of little
else. You filled my thoughts and haunted me. Every night I rose, you
were my first thought, and every day when I died, you were my last. You
distracted me, and I have never known distraction. You took away my
control, and robbed me of my logic. I had to have you at any cost. I am
the one under a spell."
"We're not always going to agree, Eric. I
still don't think you have the right to treat me the way you do
sometimes. I don't think it's fair that we're not equals. We should be
partners. Not master and … whatever I am to you," she fretted, looking
away from him, eyes suddenly heavy with disappointment.
moved to roll them on their side, tangling his legs with hers as he drew
Sookie's chin up, forcing her eyes to meet his. "We are mates, little
one. You are my bonded and eternal companion, but you will never be my
equal. I will always guide us and make the big decisions, my Sookie. I
will listen to your input, and take your wants and needs into account,
but the final word will always be mine. I lead, you follow. You belong
to me. I am the one that holds ownership. That is our relationship."
would he understand that they were equals, just with different
strengths? Stroking her fingers over the marking on his chest, Sookie
resisted his complacency. "I don't see it that way. I may belong to you,
but, to me, these marks make you mine just as much. We should be
"We are not."
She sat up with a huff, grabbing a
pillow and hugging it to her naked chest, looking down at him in stark
challenge. "If you don't see me as an equal, that means you see me as an
object or as a pet, and I don't want to be either of those. I'm better
than that, Eric."
Eric's face was clearly annoyed. "Sookie, we
have discussed this," he argued. "You are not an object or pet. I admit
to seeing you as such in the beginning, but I have made it quite clear
my views have changed. Just because you are not, and cannot be, my
equal, does not mean you don't hold great value to me."
'value' sounds like asset," she winced. His mouth fell open to reply and
she held up a hand to stop him. "If you don't see me as an equal that's
all I can be to you. I know you care about me. I know you think I'm
smart, but until you admit we're partners in this, it makes me less than
what I am."
He reached out to quickly dislodge her pillow and
tossed it aside, pulling her back down into his embrace. "What you are
is my Sookie. You are my woman. My mate, my companion, the mother of my
child. You are my greatest strength, and my greatest weakness. The only
way to truly hurt me, is to hurt you. You are my future as I am yours.
Where I am, you are. I would take on the world, I will take on the world, to keep you safe, and to keep you mine."
"I don't think it is fair that your word is always final," she said sullenly.
I have told you time and again that little between us is fair. Your
opinion holds sway over me, Sookie. We've established this, but, in the
end, I will always do what I believe to be best for the both of us."
"But, Eric, I—"
Rolling her beneath him, Eric interrupted, "Do you know why I will never let you go? Why I will never let anyone take you?"
Glaring up at him as annoyance continued to chafe her, Sookie goaded, "Because you're selfish?"
Eric refused to rise to her bait. "It's because you are the most
wonderful, intriguing, and worthy woman in the world. I have known
goddesses, fairies, angels … some of the most sought after women in all
of time, and none of them compare to you. I will not let you go, will
not let you be taken from me, because I cannot go back to life without
Sookie held his gaze, eyes widening. "Eric, I— "
have changed me. Only Godric has ever changed me in any significant
way, and nowhere near as deeply as you. I think and act in ways I never
did before meeting you. Sometimes I feel outside of myself but I
acknowledge I am a willing participant in this remaking of me for your
"I don't understand."
"All those months ago, I
told you that you were something to be won, and I was right. Your life
and free will I took from you, but your heart? It needed to be won,
because that is the true prize. Your love has made me stronger than I
could have ever hoped to be. Your love forces me to do acts of kindness I
would otherwise never engage in. I am more patient. I am more
reflective. I do things simply to please you, because the thought of
losing your love causes me fear. I will defy vampire and Council law to
try and save your brother. I will interfere in the bond between Maker
and child. I spare humans I would have otherwise killed. I do all this
to keep your love for myself."
She struggled against resignation.
Holding his gaze, she asked, "If my love means so much to you, if it
makes you so strong, why won't you love me?"
"I don't love. I
own. I possess. I control. However, I hold affection for you. I care for
you above all others, even Pam, but love? It's not something I'm
"I think you love me. Just like you did Godric. I think you love me, but are afraid to admit it."
was silent in appraisal. He saw the banked intensity in her gaze. There
was no uncertainty there, just the conviction he was wrong and a fool.
He felt unnerved. It was a weakness he would not allow. He'd begun
questioning many of his long standing beliefs since meeting his Sookie,
and he'd begun to realize that his life had been reduced to a tedious
and repetitive existence over the last four or five centuries. Sookie
had brought him back to life, and it was part of the reason he would
not, could not, give her up. 'But love? Can I even be
capable of love? I do not think so. Love is unconditional, and that is
not in me. I want her above all things, but my happiness and needs will
always supersede hers.'
Shaking his head, Eric denied, "I do
not love you. I am incapable of such a thing. Love, as I understand it,
is unconditional. My desire and need for you will never permit me to
let you go, even if it were in your best interest. I want you to be
happy, but it will have to be with me."
His face was predatory. "I will do whatever I must to keep you with me, even if it means putting you in chains."
"I so did not need to hear that, Eric," she stiffened, pushing back against his chest. "You said you'd die for me."
She grabbed the pillow he'd tossed minutes before and re-fluffed it before sliding it under her head.
I said, I will not let you go. There is only one way anyone will ever
take you from me, and it will be over my finally dead remains."
you'll die for me, you'll take on the vampire world and the Council to
make me happy, you'll fight all of humanity and the strongest most
powerful vampire sorcerer the world has ever seen to keep me safe, but
you don't love me?"she asked. 'The absurdity of this stance surely has to get through that thick skull,' she thought with no small amount of frustration.
"In a nutshell, as you humans would say."
She shook her head, biting back a knowing smile as she fought to keep her voice flat. "Have you ever been to Egypt, Viking?"
Eric had no idea why she would ask such a question seemingly out of nowhere. "Yes. Many times. Why?"
"Did you have fun floating down that huge river D'Nile? 'Cause you're having quite the trip now."
scowled. "I am not the one in denial, you are. I am fully aware of
where we both stand in this relationship. You are the one allowing your
fantasies to delude you. I do not love, but if it makes you feel better
to believe I am capable of such an emotion, I will not stop you. I have
already given you permission to believe I belong to you due to our
markings, and if it furthers your happiness you may believe I love you
as well. Neither are true, but if denial makes you feel better, float
down your own river and have fun."
Sookie giggled. 'He so
loves me. He's just being a big baby and won't admit it. He needs more
time, and considering everything going on, I probably shouldn't push him
on it right now. I'll give him some more time to accept the fact he is
head over heels in love with me.'
Stroking his broad, muscled chest now, she pouted, "You're being mean to me … make love to me so I'll feel better."
"Finally, something we can both agree on." His voice had lowered, thickened with lust as he bent to take her mouth.
kissed her, slowly deepening the kiss, his tongue moving against the
seam of her lips forcing them apart to admit him. The taste and smell of
her once again filling his mouth and nose as he pressed his arousal
hard against her folds. "You make me burn, Sookie. You are the most
beautiful woman in the world to me. None compare to you."
feather light kisses along her shoulder as their hips rocked together,
Eric exulted, "Your body is ripe and wanton, full of hills and curves
He looked at her in mock sternness and
then grinned wolfishly. "I have to explore this uncharted territory.
There could be buried treasure here," he said as his fingers ran down to
lightly tease her vulva. "And there's definitely gold to be plundered
in these hills," he assured as his hand cupped one of her breasts,
kneading her nipple.
He watched her gasp of pleasure and
acknowledged, "You have no idea what that does to me when I hear that
from your gorgeous lips."
His hand began to map out the curve of
her body, charting it with his fingers running down the length of her,
probing and caressing as she melted against him.
A powerful wave
of tantalizing lust and need came barreling across the bond as he opened
his end fully. Sookie moaned, "I feel a little better," she said restlessly, clutching at his shoulder. "Keep going," she urged.
grinned. Nuzzling her cheek, his voice was warm and rumbling. "I love
to run my tongue along your neck, feeling the throb of your pulse
beneath it. Hearing you moan."
His tongue slid down her neck,
dipping into her throat. His teeth nibbled softly at her shoulders. She
writhed against him, pushing her shoulder against his mouth.
drew her legs up tightly against him, pressing against his hips to lock
over hers, his arousal massive and stretched to the point of pain. He
had to have her soon.
"Oh God … keep going, my Viking."
scraped his fangs along the delicate and sensitive pulse of her neck,
the area that excited him so much, and yet worried him with its
vulnerability to his enemies. He swore that he would be the only one to
ever be close enough to bite into her soft skin, and it would always be
with the intent of giving pleasure. Caressing her body softly with his
calloused, battle worn hands he began to kiss and lick his way down her
succulent body. "Below is the soft rise of your breasts. Two of my
His tongue ran between the fullness of her
breasts, their seductive heat surging between the wetness of his mouth.
His broad hand cupped one and flicked its nipple. He could smell
Sookie's arousal pooling between her thighs. His eyes were dark and
carnal above hers. "I love circling your nipple before taking one into
my mouth, running my tongue against its hard peak."
was coarse against her. Her nipples hardening in response, maddening his
senses. "And then it's all I can do not to reach for your other breast,
rubbing my thumb over its nipple." His hand tightened: squeezing,
Sookie was trembling beneath him, her body
writhing responsively to his words and touch, her hunger spiraling
upwards. "Oh God, Eric, the things you say to me!"
feel her rising pleasure and need through the bond. He reveled in the
emotions he could evoke in his bonded. "You say you don't want me to own
you, but every time I'm near you, you only pull me closer …." He leaned
into her ear. "I crave you, Sookie. I can't get enough of you."
She lunged at his hair, grabbing fistfuls as her fingers clawed into his scalp, pulling him down close to her face.
kissed her, his mouth closing over hers heatedly, stealing her breath,
his tongue sweeping into her mouth to slide against hers, pushing,
taunting, prodding. He spoke so close to her mouth, his lips brushed
hers. "You make me feral, Sookie. I want to fuck you and bite you and
rub myself all over you."
He raked his teeth over the hardness of
her nipple, his mouth sucking deep, hard, rasping the aching flesh,
twisting, pulling it deep into his mouth. Her body arched hard against
him like a bow. His hand glided to her other breast, kneading the nipple
between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it while his mouth worked
feverishly against the other.
"God," she whispered, her toes
curling convulsively. Her heartbeat pulsated inside her chest, her
mouth, her womb. His words created a rabid frenzy inside her and her
body moved in an answering undulation. She was quickly moving past the
point of coherent thought. 'My God, what this man does to me!'
feel your body's arousal. I feel your need and desire for me. Your
arousal fills my head and it's all I can do not to take you savagely.
The beast in me wants to mark you, claim you, take you in all ways, but
the man in me wants to worship you."
His tongue tickled the soft
shell of her ear and he whispered against it, "Every time I inhale to
drink in your intoxicating scent I want you beyond thought. Every time I
am near you, I feel a thousand years of control threatened."
Sookie's eyes were filled with longing. "Eric, please … oh God please! I want you inside me!"
felt the surge of pure male satisfaction; he loved to hear his Sookie
beg for him, he wanted her out of control. He pursued her down into her
wildest fantasies. "Feel this, Sookie." He took her hand and moved
between them to place it on his cock. "I am rock hard for you. YOU do
this to me. I am a Viking, powerful, deadly, master of my realm, my
älskade, but with you, when we are together like this, it's you that has
the power over me. I crave you, I crave your body, I crave fucking
Enough! Too much! Her mind slipped into sensory overload.
"Eric! NOW! You made it up to me! Now come inside me!"
grin was positively bestial as he rose languidly from her breasts to
shake his head at her. Eric laughed, "Oh no, little Sookie. I'm far from
through. You wanted amends for me upsetting you. You asked me to make
love to you. What kind of mate would I be if I denied your request?"
"Hush, lover, this is my show. Now where was I?"
curled her fist around his cock and squeezed his thick shaft, pumping
it once, twice, three times. He groaned, his eyes closing, rolling up
into his skull as blinding pleasure streaked across him.
don't. Not yet you don't," he gritted, reaching for her hand and
pulling it quickly up above her head. He reached for her other hand that
was planning a mutiny and disarmed it too with a quick jerk above her
head, capturing both with one of his hands and pinning them there. Her
eyes were dark with heat, her smile carnivorous.
Smirking down at
her, he ran his free hand down the smooth expanse of his Sookie's
belly, the belly that would soon be ripe and swollen with his growing
son. "Your skin is so soft, so soft," he said, nuzzling her face
rapturously. "I wanted you plump, and now you will be. My child grows
inside you: my son, and his development will give me the curves I've
longed to see. Right here, my Sookie, right here is our child. The very
idea of him inside you rouses such primal emotions in me. My beast calls
you mate, my beast demands I protect you and our child. I imagine you
heavy with my son and it makes me hard. I cannot wait to feel your
rounded stomach against me as I take you. To see your breasts grow and
swell with the milk that will feed and nurture my son. My seed will make
these changes. That makes you mine!"
His words were dark and
possessive, but so achingly sweet and tender with his all consuming need
for her, it made her heart pound against her ribs. "Oh Eric …." Her
mouth sought his and he gave it to her, slanting down on hers again and
again. She moaned, feeling helpless against him, overwhelmed by his
largeness and power.
Eric let his hand trail lower. His fingers brushed against the tight golden curls above her sex.
smell of soap and lavender and arousal, Sookie. You smell so fuckably
sweet." He slid a finger between her lips, feeling her slickness,
testing her readiness.
She was very ready.
"God Sookie, when you're like this, it makes me insane."
Her head thrown back against the pillow now, she turned into it and bit against its fill, muffling her moan.
lover. I want to hear all of it. Every moan I wring from your body.
Don't hide it. Share your pleasure with me. Let me know how much you
Pushing two fingers into her liquid velvet, he growled,
"It drives me insane every time I touch you here. You make me ache like
no woman ever has. No woman's body has ever given me such pleasure. You
are my world and all I can think about is you. You consume me, my älskade."
his fingers curling inside her, pressing against her sensitive walls as
he stroked her, Sookie's eyes rolled back in her head. "Please, Eric!
Please! No more, I can't wait anymore!"
"Oh, but you will, my
Sookie. You will wait for me as I waited all those long months for you. A
few moments is nothing in comparison. You will wait as I worship your
body as I please … and you will enjoy every second of it. THIS is what
you missed all those months, lover. This is what you fought so hard
against me to resist!"
His long fingers sank deeply into her wet
channel, stretching and preparing her. He thrust in and out, his fingers
slipping through her lips and sliding up to her pearl, now engorged and
hard. He teased it, sliding across and around, flicking the tip, over,
under, squeezing with his thumb and forefinger. Her moans became a
desperate keening cry as fire ripped through her. She bucked against him
with each stroke of his fingers, pitching her body upward, grinding her
breasts against his chest, her body begging for release.
Eric, my hands. Please," she begged. He gazed into her eyes so gently,
with such feeling, she felt her very breath blaze painfully in her
throat. He released her hands and they lunged to grab his face and bring
it to her mouth. She kissed him repeatedly: anguished, overwhelmed and
"I love you, God, I love you," she cried, and her eyes were glistening with tears.
He continued with his steady and thorough seduction. She had asked him to make love to her, and he would grant her that wish. 'I
cannot give you the words or emotions you need, my Sookie, but I can
give you this. I cannot give you love, but I can make you feel loved.' He
felt her body clench against his fingers, tightening in helpless
response. She was rolling against him, hips rising, demanding,
entreating. Her response fueled his need, his cock throbbed in
She felt sure she would die from her need for him. "Please Eric! Please!"
felt his fingers withdraw and she whimpered at the loss of contact
until he shifted and replaced them with something better. His erection
pressed through her slit. She nearly cried with relief as she felt him
sink into her, inch by glorious inch. The spectacular girth of him
tunneled against her walls sending pulsing coils of fire up her spine.
The enormous length of him pushed inexorably to her core.
"Eric … oh God! "
cried out as he pulled all the way back, just the crown of his manhood
skimming her portal, both of them waiting for that downward stroke that
would send their sensory nerves into fever pitch. He poised above her,
staring down at her enigmatically, muscles trembling. He wanted her to
look at him, to watch while he fucked her, to see her come apart under
his thrusts. Her eyes were radiant, her body flushed, the scent of her
excitement rich and fragrant. He felt her body frantically clutching him
as if to keep him inside, to force him to move.
plunged forward in a powerful downstoke, burying himself deep inside her
and started to set a scorching rhythm that she instinctively responded
to. Thrust and withdrawal, over and over, riding her hard; she cried out
against the sleek friction. He grunted with each stroke of deepest
penetration, ravenous for her, as she writhed and twisted under him.
legs came up to circle around his waist, locking her ankles together at
the small of his back, driving him deeper into her as she clutched at
his shoulders, back, ass to pull him closer, wanting more of that deep,
shuddering agony, wanting to devour him with her tongue and mouth.
Wrenching back from her lips, Eric's eyes were pained and possessive. He growled, "You're mine, Sookie, body and soul, mine."
"Yes, Eric, I'm yours!"
bond broadcast all of her feelings to him, every emotion, every want,
desire and need was for him. His eyes caressed her breasts as he looked
down at her with drawn fangs and he returned her sentiments with lust,
desire, possession, and most of all, his never-ending need for her. He
needed her as he'd never needed anything else. There was the distant
memory of the loss of his wife Aude and the children they had shared, so
long ago it felt dreamlike now. In those intervening years, only
Godric's loss had been hard for him. Sookie's loss would have him racing
to meet the sun. He could not go on without her now that he knew what
life with her was like. He couldn't lose this. He couldn't bear to think
of her loss.
The feel of her beaded nipples rubbing against his
hard chest caused his own to tighten in response, shockwaves rippling
downward. He growled, "No one will take you from me! No one but me will
ever touch you! I won't lose you!" He punctuated his words with a hard
thrust and snarled, "You won't be taken from me!"
the darkness growing in Eric. The thought of her loss roused his beast
like nothing else. Sending him warmth and calm, Sookie soothed, "I'm
right here, Eric. You're inside me. We're together and that's all that
matters. Make love to me, Eric, make love to me and make me scream for
Her body was singing for him, he heard her soft cries and
pants like primal music to his senses. She wasn't going to last much
longer. Neither was he. He could feel her trembling all around him, her
muscles tightening and gripping him to her and it was all he could do
not to spill into her. The scent of sex engulfing him, he grabbed her
hips, lifting them, forcing her hard against him. He drove in deeper
now, his hard length slamming into her.
His eyes began to glow
and the furniture in the bedroom floated off the floor along with the
bed they were on as he rode her harder and faster. His hips were a
pistoning blur of movement as he lay claim to her. His grunts and growls
met her whimpers and sighs, between them, the feel of the incredible
bond tossed them insensibly on its waves of lust.
world dissolved in a shattering orgasm that broke and surged over her
relentlessly, driving her down an endless pulsing corridor. She arced up
against Eric's tight hold and cried out his name, her body clenching
around his. Her tight contractions pulled him over the edge, and, with a
roar, Eric's body convulsed as his cock erupted inside her, emptying in
painful-pleasureful geysers, brutal out-of-control spasms that wracked
every nerve ending.
Eric's eyes were still glowing. His power
electrifying the air as he called the knife from Sookie's nightstand to
have it fly towards him. He grabbed it, slashing at his throat and
demanded, "Drink! Take all of me into you, my Sookie!" She couldn't help
but obey. Sookie sealed her mouth over the wound he had made and she
began to swallow his powerful and heady blood.
'He loves me … I know he does. I can feel it in him! I taste it in his blood! He'll give me the words one day.'
moment Sookie's lips met his flesh, Eric sank his fangs into her
shoulder to drink from her. The power between them exploded! Sparks of
light erupted in the air as their markings began to glow and pulse with
power. Waves of energy rippled from their fused bodies as their intense
orgasms continued to send jolts of pleasure throughout their bodies. The
magic spread out of the room, through the house, rolling across the
expanse of Sookie's land. Magic ignited the air and the barrier
surrounding the Stackhouse property began to glow a brilliant blue. The
air around them flashed so brightly it lit up the whole house and
illuminated the night. The flash could be seen all the way into town,
and would be the talk for days to come.
For long moments they
drank the others' blood, Eric again careful not to take too much as
their bodies glowed and hummed with their combined power. Eric drew back
from her shoulder and retracted his fangs, licking the puncture marks
closed before meeting her eyes. She was glorious. He would never get
enough of her. "That is how a Viking claims his woman. Who's better at claiming now, little one?"
the power and magic in the air began to fade, their marks fell back
into dormancy Sookie sighed, "Shall I make up an ode to you? Where do
you want me to start?"
His cock was still hard inside her, and he
gave her a long, sharp thrust to remind her. "How about you start with
an ode to the Gracious Plenty?"
He was languidly pumping into
her, giving her time to recover from the intense orgasm they'd both
experienced (she didn't have a vampire's quick recovery after all), and
she moaned at the feel of him. "I think it's a bad idea to stroke that
massive ego of yours anymore. If your head gets any bigger it won't fit
through the door."
Looking affronted, Eric argued, "My head is in perfect proportion to the rest of my body."
"It is rather nice. Your face isn't too bad either," She wryly observed. He was gorgeous beyond sensibility and he knew it.
"Well, aren't you eloquent? And you made fun of my song writing abilities?"
her eyes, Sookie scratched her nails up Eric's back and laughed, "Oh
get off it, Viking! Time for the encore, and, after that performance, my
expectations are pretty high … show me what you got!"
Grinning, Eric moved to cup one of her breasts as his head bent to lave her nipple, "Challenge accepted, min älskade."
the Weres along with Han and Ivan looked up at the house from the tree
line where they had been finishing up scouting places for security posts
while Sam, Lafayette, Tara, and Eggs rushed out of the guest house. The
air was still crackling with energy and tiny lights sparkled in the air
like glitter. Everyone gazed at Sookie's home in wonder as Lafayette
voiced what they all were thinking.
"What the HELL was that shit?"