Thanks to all who were patient with my little mishap last chapter. Again, I'm new at this. Hopefully, this lemony goodness will do the trick. (Obviously, this is my first attempt at something like that) Also, this is from Eric's POV and who the Eric of my story is, and with time, perhaps, he will come to be the Eric we (faithfull, Eric addicts) want him to be. Especially, if the first chapter is any indication. Enjoy. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated!

Dead to Me: Chapter Three(Same time frame as Chapter Two)

EPOV

Her taste clung to my lips and my tongue dug between the crevices of my teeth searching for the sweet but burnt flavor of the blood. It wondered if all my memories were as realistic as I had accepted them as being, if so, her taste had changed. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. No, that wasn't it. Her taste had changed. Her fae blood was more present; enough to make our separation and recent proximity leave me engorged almost instantly. Blame Claudine. I had decided on more suitable, restrictive undergarments tonight. There was no reason for random disturbances to distract us from our rendezvous. Yes, there would definitely be a rendezvous tonight. Her heartbeat had neglected to go back to the calm beat I had taught myself to memorize when she didn't know I was in her presence.

I finally stepped back, this wasn't the place. I left my hand extended, palm opened to the sky. She rolled her eyes but placed the clanking metal in its place. I folded myself into the box of metal. Buy American, my ass. I slammed the door and knew what I did wrong before her warning look reached my consciousness. I cranked the engine and noticed the absence of the warm intensity I usually encountered underneath me. She made as if to give me directions, but stopped after my curt nod. I slammed the pedal down as I flipped it into reverse. If I were human, I would have crashed into the trash bins behind us; the brake was not tuned to a delicate touch.

"This isn't one of yours. It's not meant to be ridden hard," she said without fear in her tone. No, she had other things on her mind.

"Few are."

My face was set carefully; it always came off better when no emotion took away from my quick wit. Alright, it was a bit too easy—even for me. I allowed my chains on the bond to unleash; (my feelings always seeped through anyways, but containment could be helpful for both of us) she could have an idea of my intentions for tonight, momentarily. If I hadn't been so absorbed in myself, I would be aware of her underlying prickling of anticipation. Not everything is about you, Eric.

My self-scolding did not get me very far. I had been of this mindset for over a thousand years. Even I knew that something life changing would have to shake my core enough to prompt some form of self-analysis. But really, I wasn't made to take care of her—to think about her first. She may have been a former obsession but now, she was mine and that wasn't ever as exciting as the long goose chase she had thrown me on. If I had known a feeble, weak Eric would take her heart, spread her legs, I would've stolen her virginity---days before Bill.

The fleeting thought brought me back to where I had resumed conscious thought. She had tasted different. She had had another lover. I knew she would be sullied with the Tiger, but her scent was even wilder, as if she had been infused with something bubbly. Yes, this was certainly a twist. My revelation had almost made me forget my place. I put all of my energy into breaking her mid reach of opening her door. She caught my eye and didn't look down. What had gotten into her? Usually, she would blush and find her feet excruciatingly interesting. Her gloriously firm ass swung sweetly in her uniform as she made her way up the steps. Everything flexed in the right way. Yes, the shifter certainly got some things right.

"Are you coming?"

I met her glance again. Get into the game, Viking.

"Blood?"

"No. My appetite has been spoiled."

She raised her eyebrows but said nothing. Where had my innocent, vulnerable Sookie gone?

"The were revelation has lined our suffering state's pockets with quite a few bills."

"Our meaning Vampires."

It was not a question.

"Of course."

"When one man's door closes, another locks him in."

Her sultry voice had entered my ears and lit my limbs on fire. I had never heard her so smug and confident. It flicked my wick.

"I'm quite sure that isn't the saying."

"Is it really necessary to force conversation, slide in dirty comments, flirt, and then find some excuse to touch me? When we could just do—this?"

She shed her white shirt allowing me to take in the fresh taut breasts tied down by a lacy, white, obstruction.

"Who has been between your legs lately, lover," I asked, making sure my voice didn't sound too interested. I was too old fashioned to share my meals. She ignored my question.

"And this," she whispered as she jerked my carefully chosen belt buckle open and unzipped my jeans before I could feel my vocal cords catch up with my impulse to emit a growl.

"I didn't bring a were home with me tonight, did I?"

Her teasing made me breathe. I never needed a reason to shed clothes. So this is what she wanted.

"I think we both know who is best at riding you, lover."

Her heart sped faster, and her nerves flashed across her face so quickly, too quickly, I may have forgotten they were there if the bond hadn't seemed to resist her stifles. I cupped her ass and thrust it to my flapping jean opening. And we were now against the wall. My instincts and quick action sometimes seemed to surprise even me.

"Octavia," she breathed out.

Damn my lover and her guests. Perhaps, I could pay someone to rent from her that would make themselves scarce. I lot of business meetings, coming up, whenever my extremities hardened. The bedroom it would be.

We were naked by the time I had shaken the bedroom's doorknob loose. I controlled my hands to move at human pace—to graze her mound, fingertips lingering, before I plied her lips apart. I knew she was ready before I made contact but hundreds of years of thousands of lovers had led to a common conclusion. A happy lover made a more satisfied Eric. Her head rolled back when I slipped my middle finger inside of her. The warmth always surprised me, a few degrees warmer than any mistress I had encountered before. My thumb knew what to do without conscious thought. I scraped the outer layers of where she wanted me to press, knowing she would have to look up eventually. This level of pleasure was adequate but we both knew where our night could go.

Her sweet blood hummed beneath my skin, and I knew I couldn't wait much longer. It had been too long. Our whole night had been full of foreplay, and we could take our time on seconds. Then I could be the lover she wanted, the lover she was not admitting to herself that she wanted. Her head moved back to me, finally getting impatient. Not wanting her mind to wander, I made contact. She moaned and I took that moment to set her knees on the bed and thrust a pillow beneath her torso.

"It's been too long, lover."

My hands reached around for her breast as I entered her from behind. I inhaled her scent, and moved my hands simultaneously. My left hand clasped her hip, guiding her in a circular motion, making sure to absorb both of our building pressures. My right hand, tickled the soft tissue beneath her hanging breast, where I had learned she was sensitive. I slowed down, almost pulling out, giving her a moment to remember my gracious plenty before fulfilling her want.

It was moments like these when I wished Sookie wasn't breakable. So I wouldn't have to worry about harming her, passing the point from rough pleasure to pain. This time, a simple mistake, and I would have to answer to a higher power, Felipe, if his asset had met the… died. I reminded myself where I was. I felt her pleasure almost there and I took the moment to flip her.

"C'mon lover, I believe you owe me a good scream," her breast held a pleasurable rhythm. The way her tongue caressed the name I called her, made me want to take her again even though I was already in the process of fucking her.

That I did. Her long nails, polish chipped, grasped my rear and accompanied my last hard thrusts. One…Two..Three.. I slipped three fingers into her cooler mouth, muffling her moans and then put pressure where her walls clung tighter immediately. With a flick of her nipple, her scream was almost frightening, but it brought me to where I needed to be. I found the soft spot next to her collar bone and made contact. My blood had already enriched her flavor, bringing her essence forward with our connection. Two more thrusts and a flick of the thumb gave her rippling aftershocks as I let go. Again, I was thankful for my vampire strength that left me still standing, though my ankles did click about finding the appropriate pressure.

Yes, she may be the best… however, those two Asian witches. I had almost forgotten the Spanish flamenco dancer. Yes, but she certainly has time to climb ranks. I fell back onto the bed beside her. Her smell, the one that had relieved me of the torture of my restless mind, left me almost sated. Her breasts heaved as she struggled to control her breathing. I couldn't help but give my ego a good rub down. I was talented.

"Maybe that'll give her a reason to finally find her own place," she said. Her statement surprised me and I laughed at the thrill she seemed to always instill in my lower abdomen. I shuffled through the bond. Her exhaustion had been relieved by my blood, and for the most part she was content--- and in good humor. Yes, I deserved a pat on the shoulder.

I rolled to my side so I could look at her flushed cheeks.

"Your brazenness did exciting things to me, lover."

"Yes, you weren't too bad yourself."

I raised my eyebrow and started to stroke her naked stomach. The blond trail to paradise was still soaked with sweat.

"Really? And I thought you were doing all the work."

Road hard and put away…She giggled; the rippling of her body did interesting things to my recovering part. I took her breast in my mouth but she didn't seem surprised that I had already moved onto another round. She raised herself onto her elbows so she could watch. We would be much more in control this time. I began to lick all over her body, if she wasn't going to have time to shower, I would make sure this time, her scent didn't linger forcing my nostrils to be filled with beer and cigarettes. Her breathing hitched, surprisingly faster than our last round. This is the lover she wanted.

I tasted her, and looked up to find her still staring at me, mouth hanging open to catch more oxygen. I continued my work and knew her head had begun to loll back.

"It's your turn to be in control, lover."

Confused in her hypnotic bliss, she didn't move, so I rolled her on top of me, and allowed her to watch my biceps flex as I slipped her onto me, not even needing to look to make perfect contact. She pressed her palms into my chest, scraping her fingers across my nipples. Her knees lifted and resumed our separation and joining. I allowed myself an almost silent moan, but could tell she heard it and groaned back a sexy mew. I swelled.

Her pace was slow but satisfying and I gave her the benefit of my full attention. She brought her eyes back to mine.

"Eric…"

I knew what she would whimper, and that was when I took my opportunity to bring us to missionary. I found the spot without a second of hesitation and brought her over-- neglecting my own orgasm. It wasn't worth hearing those words. I slipped out, and gave her twenty-two minutes of curled up satisfaction. Her twisted, matted curls clung to my chest. Finally, her heartbeat returned to its calm state; she was asleep. I disengaged and wrote a note.

Sookie,

Your shift has been covered for today by one of my girls—go back to sleep. We must meet the day after the shifter returns. It is a pity; I will have to miss your sweet scent for so long. I have heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Wouldn't you agree?

-E

Yes, I had certainly learned a trick or two in my thousand plus years. I taped the message to her alarm clock. I checked on her facial cut and it had healed, as I remembered before, but it never hurt to be positive. I licked my bite marks, making sure all of my bases were covered. I was sure I would be enjoying that skin very frequently, and couldn't allow myself to be the fault of its blemishes. The taste of dried blood lingered in my mouth. Yes, a few more grindings and I'd have her back to the way I remembered. Now what could I arrange to be delivered before dawn? I would think of it on my flight home.