Chapter 3

"Out." Eric barked.

The older man still sat there in some sort of daze. Maybe he was trying to absorb Eric's words through his alcohol-addled brain. Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, clamored to his feet and made his way to the door.

"When--." Cope spat as the door was slammed in his face.

It was my turn to gape.

"Eric, why did you do that?"

Before I got an answer he brought me against him, stealing my breath. Nothing turned on the warrior in Eric like battle. He was everywhere at once, at a manic pace. Fangs abraded my skin as he made his way southward. I tangled my fingers in Eric's hair as I moaned his name. The next sound I heard were the buttons on my shirt skittering across the office floor. I felt my bra being ripped open and the air hitting my naked breasts. I was wet and ready for him.

"Beautiful. Lover. So Beautiful." I heard him pant.

Eric took my hardened nipple into his mouth and twirled it around and around. I was clasping his hair in my fists, demanding that he give me more.

"Say you want me to fuck you."

"Please. Eric. Now."

"Say it."

He made his way across to the other nipple and proceeded to repeat the process. I was hovering on the edge when he stopped. He was fumbling for the zipper on my jeans. After what seemed like an eternity he finally got them undone. I bicycled them and down my legs and he reached for me. I heard the ripping of silk as my panties were tossed to the floor.

I found myself on the desk on hands and knees. I felt his strong arms wind about me, caressing my breasts again as he lifted me and placed me on the desk. Without warning, Eric plunged long fingers into me and was driving me over the peak.

"Sookie. Say it."

"I want you to fuck me, now!!" I was beyond modesty. I needed to feel his hardness inside me.

I screamed his name as he replaced his fingers with something much larger and much more satisfying. Eric grasped my shoulders and slammed into me with enough force to make my bones rattle.
He withdrew almost all the way, leaving me empty and wanting. His hands released my shoulders and his right began to tangle in my hair. He was winding it around and around pulling my neck back.

"Eric. Please."

"Please what, Lover?"

"Don't stop."

"As you wish."

He pulled my hair for leverage as he pounded into me again and again. I was blinded with lust and could no longer see, as I reached the pinnacle once more. Only my skin kept me from flying all over the room. Eric's hold on me was like an iron band anchoring me to him. I felt him begin to shudder as he pulled my face around to meet his mouth, and then moved to my neck. His fangs sank into my skin and I had yet another release so sudden I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming his name again. I tasted my own blood, laced with the desire he was inducing within me.
He slowly unwound his hands from my hair and caressed my back on the downward stroke. He withdrew and left me wanting.

"Was I too rough?" Eric asked, turning me around.

I saw his pupils dilate at the sight of my blood stained lip. I was quickly swept into his arms as his tongue delved inside my mouth. Eric growled, as he tasted my blood again. He slowed his movements and began to trace the outline of my lips. I felt him smile in the kiss.

"I guess not." He replied with a chuckle.

"Um, Eric, what about my shirt??"

He smirked again, somewhat like the cat that had just literally lapped up the cream. He turned to find his jeans on the floor and wiggled back into them. My body quickened again at the sight of his beautiful body being covered. He came back to me, dangling what was left of my panties on his finger.

He wore a sheepish grin that said he was sorry, but the look in his eyes told me otherwise. Eric gathered up my clothing then helped me into them. I raised my arms so he could place his shirt on me. As the material drifted over me so did Eric's scent. I was smiling ear to ear, the smile of a woman who has just been ravished by a talented lover. The perv shoved my ripped panties into his pocket and smiled. What in the hell was I going to do with him? He was just awful! I could only roll my eyes. He reached into a closet behind his desk and donned yet another black shirt. The man looked almost as good in his clothes as he did out of them! I had to focus. FOCUS SOOKIE!!

"Okay---what about Pam and Amelia?" I asked before I attacked Eric. He drove me wild!

"Should we contact Felipe about Wilder?"

"No. I am Sheriff. This is my area and I will handle this. Pam is my child."

The determined tone of Eric's voice told me not to argue with him. I could only nod.

"Where do we begin?"

"We start by making a visit to Nathaniel Wilder." He is dangerous Sookie, so when we go there you must do as I say."

I wanted to defy him and tell him I could take care of myself, but somewhere in my brain I knew Eric was right. He usually was when it came to vampire bullshit. Damn, damn and double damn, so much for a bath and a book.
For the second time that night I found myself in the Corvette heading for a place I'd never been.

We pulled up in front of a mansion that had a high wrought iron gate. Before Eric could press the button to announce our presence I saw a figure fleeing across the lawn. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me until I saw the shadows move again.

"Pam! Eric, its PAM!!"

Eric was out of the car before I could even form another word.

"Master." I heard Pam say before she crumpled to the ground.

The Viking leapt up to clear the fence and moved with lightening speed to reach the heap that was his child on the ground.
Eric made a keening sound, something akin to a wounded animal, as he gathered Pam to him. It seemed that my soul was being ripped apart at the display of emotion between Master and Child. I felt the pain tear through Eric.
My heart was hurting for my bonded as I could only stare on the other side of this iron wall that separated us.
Eric leapt once more, without effort, with Pam in his arms.

"We must go!"

"What about Amelia?"

"Now is not the time. We will regroup and return for the witch. For now we must go. "

Eric was right. Now was not the time. We needed to make sure Pam was okay.

I looked at her. She was pale and limp inside Eric's arms. All along her face and neck burns were visible from silver ropes. Blood was crusted in the corners of her eyes from her tears. I was angry and feeling sorry for Pam all at the same time.

"We must hurry. Can you drive?"

I was making my way around the hood of the car as he spoke.

"Sookie." The tone of his voice stopped me.

He was till holding Pam, the track of a single red tear streamed down his face. I felt my heart crack in my chest. It was unnerving to see him in such pain. Invincible Eric was suffering, and I was feeling it tear through my soul.