Hey everyone, thank you for the support, it really inspired me to write more, so thank you! Sorry to anyone I offended with the original story name choice, I'm pretty new the fandom universe and I meant no disrespect to anyone. I've changed the name to my second choice, I hope it's not already taken as well, cuz dang, I'm running out of ideas for story names! But again, thank you for the reviews.
P.S. Just so y'all know: I'm a perv. Straight up... remember that when reading...
I made a frantic grab for my shirt, which was conveniently right beside me and hastily put it on while Eric stood and offered his hand to help me up. Pam and Amelia were smiling like cats eying the canaries, Eric... well, Eric just looked smug.
"You guys are no fun, think of the business opportunities we are missing out on. Vampire pornography is a very profitable investment" to her credit, Pam actually looked disappointed. I was still flustered and astonished that this topic even came up in the first place.
"Pam" warned Eric, but the effect was lost in the shit eating grin he was wearing.
"What? Some would pay good money to see you two fucking, we could sell the DVD's at Fangtasia.." she trailed off, probably seriously considering selling a sex tape featuring Eric and I, my face couldn't be any redder.
"I'm sure no one wants to see us doing anything, Pam, so mind out of the gutter and you are not videotaping anything. Either of you!" I fumed.
"I'd pay to see you two going at it. Goddess knows I haven't already heard the soundtrack, might as well see what all the fuss is about" said Amelia and a quick peak in her mind showed me she meant it too. I had to get out of here.
"I can think of several interested parties in seeing that tape, we could sell the original the highest bidder..." Eric had assumed Pam's expression of interest, curiosity and disappointment.
"Jesus Christ, Sheppard of Judea, we are NOT having this discussion anymore!" I had to get some control over this situation, because all three of them were looking mutinous and the suggestion of a naked picture is one thing, but sex is private and I intend to keep it that way.
"Fine, spoil-sport. Anyways, thank you for the brief evening, Pam, I appreciate it. I'm off to bed" Amelia said with a wave goodbye as she made her way upstairs. Pam watched her leave, looking even more disappointed.
"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to have to start double checking my room to make sure there aren't any hidden cameras around, like you see people doing on Maury?" I sighed, exasperated. I was starting to think I should soundproof my room too, I never realized how much Amelia heard.
"Don't give Pam any ideas, lover" whispered Eric in my ear, but it was too late, since she now looked like a kid in a candy store. I gave Pam a scathing look which she returned by winking and licking her lips.
"You could always just give me a live show, Sookie, I promise I won't record it in any way" That Pam.
"Knowing you, Pam, you'd probably want to join in and I don't share and I'm not your entertainment, either" I shot back.
"Well, I wouldn't say no to joining in. I bet Eric wouldn't either" giving her Maker a wicked grin, which Eric returned.
"I don't share well, as you know, Pam, but the thought has crossed my mind" Did he just say that? Oh yes, he had and was looking at me with interest and hunger, rivaled only by the look Pam was giving me too.
I felt like a mouse being stalked by two deviant and perverted cats. I looked into Eric's eyes to tell him where he could stick any thoughts of the three of us together, when I was catapulted into his mind.
Entering a vampire's mind is like being a snake pit, it's dangerous, venomous and scary, but this time, the snakes weren't hissing and snapping at me, like the first time I saw into Eric's mind, but coiling around me seductively and entrancingly. He was picturing what the three of us could get up to: one specific image of him behind me, my back to his chest and head rolling onto his shoulder, thrusting into me while we knelt on a bed in front of Pam who's tongue was flicking over where we were joined. The image's intensity heightened when he pictured the two of them biting me at the same time, him at my shoulder, her at my femoral artery.
The image was brief, but very graphic and erotic and was over much sooner than it took to explain, because I instantly removed myself from Eric's head, dazed and embarrassingly aroused.
My sudden silence and shock did not go unnoticed by either vampire, and I scrambled to recover quickly. No matter what kind of... thing, for lack of a better word, I had with Eric and partly, with Pam, I am quite certain they would not like the idea of me being able to see into their heads. It had only happened a couple times (okay, a few, if you are counting literally), but no matter what, I could not let any vampire know about my sometimes ability to see inside their heads, or I'd be dead.
"Sorry, I'm tired and still not all here, yet" I apologized breathlessly. They must have taken my momentary lapse in concentration as being a result of my own personal images of this proposed threesome and I went with it.
"I think I'm going to get ready for bed now. Can I get you a True Blood before you leave, Pam? I'm sorry for not offering before" I was still fighting the arousal coursing through my blood and wanted to let them think I was trying to get rid of Pam so I could be alone with Eric and not that I had been in Eric's head again and it terrified me. Eric could feel my arousal and his eyes had dilated considerably. I wouldn't let being turned on or vampire telepathy get in the way of my manners.
"No, that's alright, I think it's my cue to leave anyways. The offer to join and/or watch is always open, Sookie dear" said Pam, leaning in to kiss each of my cheeks, then giving Eric a shameless wink and sashaying out my back door.
I exhaled sharply and turned to ask Eric if he wanted to watch TV or something, when I was caught up in his arms and mouth. He pushed me against the far wall, trapping me in his embrace and pulling me up to him with his big hands on my bottom. He kissed me like a madman and his tongue was getting acquainted with my tonsils, while his erection pressed hard into my core. I was caught between a wall and a hard vampire.
"Where were we before we were so rudely interrupted, lover? You had your shirt off, I distinctly remember" he growled into my throat, pulling one hand off my ass to pull greedily at my shirt.
"Eric, please. Slow down!" I pleaded. My head was all over the place and he was hellbent on having me right there against the wall. He pulled back marginally, his lips hovering above mine. His fangs were fully extended and if he breathed, I'm sure he'd be panting, like I was.
"What's wrong, lover? I can feel your lust and desire, I can smell your arousal." he emphasized this point by grinding against my coochie slowly, the friction was so painfully delightful.
"Yes, I am aroused, I won't deny it, Eric, but I can't do this with you yet" I internally cursed myself for throwing in that 'yet' at the end. "Please, I need time to think. And breathe" I added. His eyes narrowed angrily, but he pushed off me and lowered me to the floor. I knew it was being hypocritical of me to turn him down this time, when the last time I had given in, but I was stronger now and my head was clearer than it had been in a long time. I had to hold onto that clarity and get my bearings straight in my life.
"Are you holding me to your threat to 'nail my ass' for tricking you into being pledged to me?" he finally asked, surprising me. His fangs were still out and his pupils so wide, the blue was barely visible. I was still trapped between him and the wall, I hated that feeling. The anger I had been feeling before came bubbling back into my system, burning away the lust I had previously felt.
"Yes, I am going to nail your ass for tricking me, but not in the way you seem to be thinking. But since we are on the subject, what the hell were you thinking, duping me like that? I'm not a puppet, Eric! You can pull my strings and make me do what you want, because you THINK it's the best thing for me. I appreciate your concern for me and my welfare, but your actions were completely unacceptable!" There, I had got it out. I still had no idea what being pledged to Eric meant, but at least now he knew how I felt about being misled into the situation.
Eric leaned forward, his face centimeters from mine and looked deep into my eyes. I saw the hurt, anger and longing in his and sincerely hoped that it was simply an astute observation of his behavior and not my telepathy kicking in.
"If I had come to you and proposed being pledged to me as a way of keeping the King from taking you, would you have complied?" he asked menacingly. I took a minute to give it some thought. The answer was No, since I didn't know what being pledged meant really, but I know I didn't want to go to Las Vegas, and I told him so.
"The King and Victor would own you and be using you any way he wanted right now if you had not presented the knife to me" I gasped at his words, but he pressed on "Sookie, you may think that in this new country of 'rights' that you are immune to a vampire Kings will, but the truth is that they could have taken you and there would have been nothing anyone could do about it. You are nothing but a tool to them" Well, that certainly does not help a girls self esteem, now does it? I looked away from his intense gaze and gritted my teeth.
"So I'm just a tool to you too? Plunk me down to read minds, have a good screw and a bite once in a while and all's well, because it could be much worse?" My fists were clenched and pretty soon I would start drawing blood. Eric made a sound of frustration and used his hands to force my face closer to his again. I wouldn't be a coward and close my eyes, so I looked at him straight in the eye. His fangs were only half out now and his pupils returning to normal size, so the dreamy blue stood out. His feral beauty struck me dumb for a moment.
"You are not a tool to me. I have always been frank with you when dealing with business or personal issues" he said firmly. I had to give him that. He did use my powers when it suited him, but was perfectly honest about it. It's not like he was Alcide, pretending to have me escort him to the packmasters funeral, when really he just wanted me to read the minds of the competition. All he had had to do was ask, and I'd have done it, gladly.
"So what am I to you?" The million dollar question.
Man, I am on a role! Really. I just had today off, so I sucked it up and took the plunge. I'll post more soon if you all wanna read it :)
