A/N: The response to this story has been amazing! And your alerts and reviews continue to feed the flames of the muse. Thank you to everyone! As before…Don't own, don't make any money, just taking the characters out to play. And yes, I know, I'm a tease. My bad.

It's In the Blood: An Eric Sookie Love Story

Chapter 3

I belong to you
And you
You belong to me too

You make my life complete
You make me feel so sweet

You make me feel so divine
Your soul and mine are entwined.

-I Belong to You, Lenny Kravitz

Sookie sat on the edge of her bed, naked, her arms lying across her breasts and her legs cross in front of her. Eric stood a short distance in front of her watching her with hooded eyes. His fangs were extended and his jeans looked like they might burst their seams. Sookie couldn't keep her eyes from his body, her breathing only slowed a bit from minutes earlier. She thought that maybe they had needed what was surely going to turn into a *very* short intermission from the main movie, so to speak.

"Don't hide from me Sookie," Eric's voice pierced the silence. "Drop your arms onto the bed."

There was that demand, that hot desire for control. It always seemed present with Eric, but this time, with her, it was incredibly intimate. Sookie dropped her arms to her side, using them to lean back slightly, forcing her small mounds upwards. She heard a low sound from deep within Eric's chest. It made her feel powerful and needy at the same time.

"Uncross your legs Sookie. I want to see all of you."

Sookie slowly lifted one leg and let it drop to the side, her natural shyness trying to keep her legs together even if they were side by side. "No, Sookie. Open up. I want you open to me. Always open to me." His voice dropped even as he spoke, watching her respond to his demands.

Her breathing quickened, her pulse jumped, her womb clinched again, feeling like those funny Mexican jumping beans had permanently taken up residence there. "Sookie, I want to know that I can touch you whenever I want to."

Eric stepped towards her, reaching his hand to touch her breast, "If I want to stroke my thumb across your nipples, you're going to let me." His hand mimicked the very movement he spoke of. Her mouth went dry and she thought her heart would stop.

"If I want to feel your wet heat, taste you, I'll thrust my fingers inside of you, pull out your sweetness and lick it off." The long fingers of Eric's hand moved from caressing her nipple down to stroke her stomach to where it came to rest at the small juncture of tiny, damp curls. He towered over her, keeping her eyes locked to his, while his finger slid quickly into her slick channel. Sookie gasp and was sure her vision darkened. Her body rippled in waves all culminating where Eric's finger rested against her sensitive skin. She cried out and moved, trying to capture his finger, moving her body against the intrusion, trying for that release she had been craving all night. It was so close.

"Or maybe I'll sit you on my lap, slip my long fingers under your dress or between the legs of those short shorts you insist on wearing at work, plunging my fingers into you, letting you ride my hand until you scream for release, pouring your juices over my hand. Would you like that Sookie?" His voice was deep and he growled against her lips as he spoke, but he had an amused smirk on his lips, knowing that obviously she would like that very much. "You are mine, I won't have you hide from me, and I will have you always ready for me, whenever, however I want you."

Eric watched the bright flush on Sookie's face, the eyes driven almost mad with desire. This was exactly how he wanted her every time. Every time she looked at him, thought of him, this is what he wanted to see. He kneeled at her feet, letting her ride his hand slowly, letting the tension build. As she started to thrash and he could feel her body clinching around his fingers buried deep within her, he withdrew even as she cried out at the loss.

"Eric," Sookie wailed. Her body shuddered at the sudden emptiness. "You are killing me here, please."

"Oh lover, we have just gotten started. And you won't die, but I will take you higher and higher and just when you think it can't get any better and you can't fly any higher, I'm going to take you even higher. I want to make sure that I ruin you for any other man, or vampire, or anything or anyone else, ever. No one will ever be able to take my place. I claim you."

"Then dammit Eric, claim me already!" She yelled at him, throwing a pillow from her bed at him. "I think it is a pretty safe bet you've already done the ruining, get on with it or I'll stake you myself." It was an empty threat and they both knew it, but she was dying here and was desperate.

Eric gave her a soft laugh as he easily caught the pillow in one hand and dropped to his knees in front of her. He slid the pillow behind her head to let her rest comfortably, and spread her legs, lifting them up and over his shoulders, raising her center towards him.

"My lovely Sookie, I have plenty of 'ruining' as you called it, ahead of us this evening. I would counsel patience. Never a strong suit of yours, or of mine either I suppose, but…" He felt a pillow whack him on the side of the head in answer and laughed again, as he lowered his head towards her most sensitive spot.

Sookie thought for sure she would have gone up in flames some time ago, but when Eric's tongue parted her lips and rasped a long stroke along her flesh , ending at her clit she knew this time she really was going to combust. He pointed his tongue and pushed against that small set of nerve endings, licked and sucked, his fangs scraping across the sensitive area. He dove into her slick channel, pushing deep, taking the same rhythm his fingers kept just a few minutes ago when he was fucking her with his hand. Now it was his tongue. Soon it would be more. It was easy for him to pretend that he was not already as close as she was, but he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer either. But, he simply wouldn't give up this early.

Her head thrashed on the pillow and she clawed against his back, raking her nails against his shoulders. The wounds would heal rapidly, but he loved the feel of her violent energy being used against his body. He wanted to think of her as fragile and soft, but she could be protective and aggressive when she needed to be.

Sookie kept tearing at Eric's shoulders, the only part of him she could reach. She wasn't sure if she was trying to push him away or bring him closer. Her body was completely on edge, he was going to break her apart, she would fracture into a million pieces and she didn't even care anymore. Her body tensed against the waves of pulsing blood and energy poured down her spine, through her womb and out her channel into his waiting mouth. She screamed as her orgasm finally released. She was breathing rapidly, mumbling incoherently about nothing, tears flowing down her face in relief.

But Eric was having none of it. He wasn't done. He told her he would take her to the highest of heights, and while she might think she just climbed Mt. Everest, he was thinking it was more like Mt. Hood…so many more miles to go.

His tongue started its dance against her sensitive place, scraping against the hyper-sensitive folds, sucking and drawing on her clit. With every touch her body jerked and danced. She saw spots in her eyes and for a short time she thought she had blacked out.

She heard Eric's voice growl against her body, "Sookie, you have to breathe lover. You're going to faint. Remember to breathe…"

And he picked up where he left off. Sookie tried to remember to breathe, but her body really had taken over for her mind. Breathing was supposed to be one of the automatic things, but really…her body was in such overload, she thought maybe it had forgotten how to breathe and even to make her heart beat.

Her hands gripped the bed covers, head moving side to side, an almost constant moan coming from her as Eric continued his assault. She felt it start again, that gathering of energy like the beginning of a storm, starting somewhere in her chest and then like lightening, shooting strikes down through her womb. With the first rumble of thunder of the storm, she cried out and with each succeeding strike of lightening her body jerked and climbed higher and higher until she thought she had really gone insane. She felt Eric's fangs pierce her engorged vulva and begin to draw the blood from her body. She heard someone screaming and screaming as the lightening started a firestorm in her womb and pummeled through her core in response to his bite.

The storm came in wave after never-ending wave. She found herself both wanting for it to stop and for it to never stop. No one, no one, could survive this. Her body exploded with a final glass-breaking scream, her back arching against the bed, her core clamping down on Eric's mouth, her legs pinning him to her. Her vision went black and the scream resounded in her head. She couldn't even tell if she was breathing or not.

Eric finally released her and her body dropped back onto the bed, covered in sweat. Her hair was damp and there was torn fabric from her bed in her hands. Eric slid his still-clothed body up her bare one seeking her lips. He gently brought his lips to hers, lightly stroking to prod her to open to him. She opened with a moan as she tasted herself on his lips and mouth. He kept the kiss gentle and careful. He could keep going but she was only human and she would need a break after such an intense and violent orgasm.

He dropped off to the side, propping himself up on his elbow to watch her face and eyes as she came down from her flight. His hand lazily drew circles around her breast and moved around her body, fingers barely touching her, concentrating on her eyes, on her breathing, on her slightly parted lips.

As his wandering fingers slowly circled her abdomen he could feel her womb clinch again, gently this time. Her breath picked up and then let go again, relaxing as the small tremors trickled through her body. His fingers moved through the tight curls, making his small circles, spreading her wet lips and gently moving two fingers into her, feeling the continual ripples.

"Eric, I can't. No more." Sookie whined breathlessly. She could feel the tiny aftershocks gently moving through her body. Sookie thought she was floating.

Her eyes dropped closed and her breathing slowed as she relaxed into Eric's hands, his breath, the gentleness of his touch. Eyes still closed, Sookie smiled. "Eric, I have no idea how much time is left before dawn, but it can't be much. But I can't…no more…not tonight."

Eric brushed a soft kiss across her slight smile. "Yes, more. Yes, tonight."

"I'll die, Eric." She thought she might…if she ever experienced that again, or if she never experienced it again. She wasn't sure anymore.

He chuckled softly, taking her hand in his, kissing the center of her palm, scraping his still extended fangs against her skin. Her body turned to his in response. "Eric, seriously."

"Sookie, take my blood. Tonight… now. Drink from me." All humor was gone from Eric's voice, replaced with need, even vulnerability, as if he feared her rejection.

Her eyes snapped open, looking directly into his dark blue ones. She felt his vulnerability and reached her hand out to touch his cheek. "Why? Why now?"

"It's been centuries since I have shared my blood, Sookie. I tricked you into a few drops in Dallas, and I wish I could say I'm sorry, but I'm not. And I gave some to Lafayette because he would have died without it. Otherwise, no one since I created Pam…centuries Sookie."

"You didn't care if Lafayette died. Why would you save him with your blood?" Sookie's eyebrows were knitted in confusion.

Eric's finger traced the shape of her body tracking along her shoulder, feeling her satin soft skin under his touch. "He was important to you. If he died, and he would have, from our lack of care while he was in our charge, then…well, it would be one more thing for you to hate me for."

"You saved Lafayette because he was my friend." It was a statement.

"Yes. Take my blood. Now. Tonight."

Her fingers brushed across his lips and he took them into his heated mouth to suck. "I ask you again Eric, why? Why do you want to give me your blood?"

His fangs scraped along her finger, drawing a slight amount of blood, sending more ripples through her exhausted body. She was still coming off of her high. "You are in me Sookie. I want to drink from you every day for the rest of your life. And I want to know that I am in you. It's not enough to reign over you in our bedroom…and make no mistake… it is our bedroom, regardless of where we might sleep. I've told you all night that you are mine. This is more than sex, Sookie. I want to know that my blood pulses in your veins just as yours does in mine. "

Sookie looked deep into his eyes, her hands on either side of his beautiful face. Gone was the usual arrogance, the ego, the constant amused presence. It was replaced by a man, as much of a man as a thousand year old vampire could be, but still…his vulnerability surprised her. She hadn't seen that since Dallas, and had never seen it before then.

He leaned his face to hers, letting his forehead rest on hers, their noses touching, lips just breaths apart. "Trust me Sookie. Give yourself to me. Be mine."

Sookie reached for the hand that was now resting on her hip and brought the palm to her lips, planting a soft kiss there. She gently trailed kisses across his fingers, taking each one in turn into her hot mouth, sucking on them, watching his dark blue eyes turn stormy and wild. She loved watching his reaction to her touch. He was so expressive when she touched him. She was confident that he wasn't very expressive with anyone else.

Her tongue reached the pulse in his wrist and she scraped her teeth across it, drawing a gasp from Eric. She knew she couldn't pierce his skin, not the clean way he could, but she knew that right now she held him in a thrall he may never have experienced before.

She lifted her lips from his wrist only slightly, letting her breath glide across the wetness left behind from her mouth. Without moving her mouth, she said, "Then yours I will be."

She lifted her face back to his with a wicked gleam in her eye, "And Eric, your blood is old and powerful, right? Isn't that what you've said before? Enough for me to keep up with you now?"

Eric groaned at what that might mean and ripped into his wrist, impatient for Sookie to drink. As far as he was concerned, the night was still young.

TBC

Though I drink at your pool
I burn for you, I burn for
You and I are lovers
When night time folds around our bed
In peace we sleep entwined
And your love flows through me.

-I Burn For You, Sting

A/N: Read and Review! My fan fic inbox has been filling up so fast I can hardly keep up! And thus I keep writing. Those reviews keep me fed. I love hearing what you like about the story and how much you enjoy it! And, as for me, a cold shower is due about now. Two new updates are up on the While Awaiting Sunday story as well.