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When I woke in the morning, I was disoriented when I looked to my alarm clock to see the time, only to remember I had broken it. Moving in slow motion, I picked up my cell phone that I had placed on my nightstand and checked the time. It was already after eleven thirty. Falling back on my pillows, I groaned, completely groggy. I felt as though I had fought a terrible cold and finally won the battle, only to be left with a feeling of weakness and confusion.

That is what happens when your mental capacity reaches its limit. I was surprised that I had even slept, considering everything that I had learned last night. I had slept like the dead, but still had strange dreams of Fairies bowing in supplication to me, Niall placing a crown on my head, of my hands pulsing with power as piles of dead leaves funnelled into a tornado. And then I had dreamt of Eric. The dreams I had of him had felt so real and soothing, of searching hands, pulling, pushing and tweaking, his whispers filling my ears with dirty words in both English and in his ancient tongue. I squirmed just thinking about it.

Slowly, I sat up, blinking at the sun streaming through my bedroom window. I didn't have to work today and wondered if Sam would call me in like he had yesterday. If he did, I would decline. I needed peace today. Pushing my blanket down, I realized suddenly that my shirt was pushed up over my breasts and that my underwear was pushed down off my hips. My hand flew to my neck, where I felt a familiar tenderness.

What the...? A sudden burst of energy flooded my body and I sprang out of bed and into the bathroom. Sure enough, on the right side of my neck behind my ear, were a fresh pair of bite marks. My body flushed with arousal as I realized that what I had thought to be dreams of Eric had actually been real. Straightening my shirt and snapping my panties back into place, I left the bathroom and noticed my bedroom window was opened a crack.

That cad! I didn't know whether to be angry, amused or excited that he had snuck into my room in the middle of the night while I lay sleeping, to have a grope-a-thon. I remembered having an orgasm, the pleasure causing me to twist in bed, sighing out as the rush of pleasure surged through my body. I was surprised I did not wake up from that, and felt disappointed that Eric had not woken me to enjoy ourselves fully. I wish we could have talked, I had so much to tell him, so much to ask, so much to explain. I wish we could have made love. It had been too long, the last time being our episode of monkey sex on my porch, which felt like years ago. I yearned to touch his face, to kiss his lips, to breathe in his scent.

I was going to visit Fangtasia tonight. It was time to stop avoiding the place because of what happened to Victor and I figured that since Eric had received my text and had come over to ravage me in my sleep, I was going to surprise him by dropping in on him tonight. Eric did everything for a reason, and I knew he had left the evidence of his visit so I knew he had been here.

I wanted to tell him everything about the powers that would come when I turned thirty, and the fact that I was going to be crowned Princess when Niall decided it was time. It felt easier to say that word in my mind this morning. I didn't feel the need to run to the bathroom, that s for sure. I wondered what Eric would say. I valued his opinion and was sure that he would help me when the time came for me to deal with the changes that would take place within myself.

I decided that I wanted to look extra nice for Eric tonight, so a trip to Monroe was called for, to visit the mall. I figured Dillard's or JCPenny's would have something nice that was within my price range. Jumping in the shower, I hurried through my morning routine so I could get my day started since I had woken so late. Grabbing a bagel from the bread basket on my counter and a cup of coffee that had been made for me (thank you Dermot), I noticed he left me a note.

Dearest Sookie,

I'm with Claude today, at Hooligans. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call. I thought you might want the house to yourself today, and I wanted to give you some space. I hope you are well, and that the coffee is still warm when you wake up.

Dermot

I smiled, appreciating his sense in knowing me well enough that I would need time to deal with all the knowledge I had gained. I had asked for answers, and boy, I sure got them. "Ask and you shall receive," I muttered. Oh, the irony. Careful what you wish for. I paused for a moment as I realized something. Dermot was at Hooligans, which was overflowing with Fae, from Elves to Fairies and perhaps some Goblins. Were they all congregating there, drawing close to the next heir to take the throne, which was supposedly me? Good Grief! I knew without even having to ask Dermot or Claude what the answer was. All the puzzle pieces were falling into place, and I was finally seeing the bigger picture.

The real question now was why didn't they tell me about my powers and eventual taking over the first time they talked to me; the night they had been searching for Cait, a Fairy from Hooligans that was kidnapped by Victor and his cronies for her blood. I knew they had been holding something back, and Claude had seemed so offended when I had called them out on that. Seems my gut had been right.

I savagely bit into my blueberry bagel, exiting the house and making a beeline for my car. I needed a distraction, and shopping was my therapy today. Jumping into my car, I left my house and made it to Monroe in record time, my foot a little heavier than usual on the gas pedal. I arrived at the area mall and parked my car. Heading inside, I took my time going from store to store, looking for the right outfit.

I finally found it in a new Esprit outlet that had opened. The moment I saw it on the hanger, I knew I would be buying it. It was a chiffon dress*, with asymmetrical tiers that draped like flounces. It hung to mid-thigh and was sleeveless, with a rounded neck line that would show a little bit of cleavage. It was a dark pink, embellished with beads along the hem of the dress. It was perfect for a summer night, and when I tried it on, my tan off-set the color perfectly and I was in love. It was a little more expensive than I wanted, but I splurged anyway and even bought silver kitten heels to go with it that would make Pam proud.

As I was leaving, I walked by Victoria's Secret, and decided a new bra and panty set was called for as well. I found a cute sheer pink set that would go well with my dress, and bought some lotion as well. Vanilla and Strawberries with Champagne had always been a favorite of mine, and I was excited about getting ready for my evening out.

When I got home, it was a little after five, so I decided I better eat something. Dermot was still not home, so I made myself a small salad, with slices of chicken mixed in. I was still trying to watch what I ate, since some of my pants were a little snug. I wished that I could be one of those women who didn't need to count calories and just eat whatever I wanted, and still remain a size four. I sighed. Not gonna happen.

Pouring myself a glass of iced tea, I headed into the living room and turned on my television, surfing around while I ate my dinner. By the time I finished, it was six, and since it was early June, sunset wasn't until after eight in the evening now. Fangtasia didn't open until ten. I still had time to kill and I figured I should go through some of the remaining attic items that were in the living room. I had cleared them away for the Baby Shower, but since Dermot was attacking the attic with glee and doing a really good job in the renovation, I wanted a minimal amount of stuff going into the little half that would remain for storage.

Time passed quickly in a flurry of old birth certificates, grade school report cards and old receipts that my Gran never threw away. My pile for throw away was definitely bigger than my keep pile, and when I was done I only had one box left and it was already seven thirty. Wiping the dust off my hands, I bagged everything to throw away in the garbage can and carried it out back. Dusk was setting and that was my cue to jump in the shower.

I practically ran for my bathroom, impatient to get ready and get to Shreveport. I washed my hair, shaved my legs and washed with my favorite apricot body wash. After towelling myself dry, I rubbed my new strawberry lotion all over and combed my wet hair. I decided to blow it dry partially, and then pin it in a loose bun at the nape of my neck with a few tendrils here and there, my bite marks on display. Leaving my bathroom, I pulled off my towel and put on my new bra and panties. Sitting in front of my dressing table, I did my makeup, a light pink shadow on my lid, a touch of mascara and a bit of blush. A clear gloss on my lips and I was done. I dabbed Obsession behind my knees and on my wrists. I added a pair of white pearl earrings in my ears and decided that was enough jewelry.

Standing, I retrieved my dress from the hangar, where it was hanging on a hook in my closet. Pulling the dress up over my hips, I zipped myself in and slipped my heels on. Closing the closet, I looked at myself in the mirror attached to the door, and sighed in appreciation. I had made a good decision with this dress, and the over all affect was romantically sexy, and I prayed Eric didn't rip something tonight.

"Looking good, your Highness," I said to myself, laughing and shaking my head at my words. Picking up my cell phone, I saw it was nine thirty. Time to get going.

I couldn't contain my excitement about seeing Eric. It had been a whole week since I had seen him, the longest to date since we had begun seeing each other, and I missed him terribly. I wish I could feel what his mood was tonight, but of course without the bond, that was like guessing what the lotto numbers would be.

I wanted to re-establish the bond. I had been thinking about it since Amelia had severed it, how lost and alone I felt without it. I know the feminist in me should be offended that I needed the bond again, but it was so much more than that. When Eric and I had established the bond, I had no choice in the matter. It was either Eric or Andre, and at the time, I had chosen the lesser of two evils. I hate being bullied, and I loathe being forced to do things that I don't wanna do, and for the longest time, that is what the bond had felt like. I had not wanted it. I had resented it. I had not known all the details that a blood bond entailed, and still wasn't sure right now. But I wanted to know everything there was to know, and I wanted to be able to tell Eric that I wanted to enter a blood bond with him, because I loved him.

As I pulled into the strip mall where Fangtasia was located, I was torn between parking in the back and entering through the employee entrance, or parking in front and entering through the front of the club. I decided I wanted to keep the element of surprise and decided to enter through the front, that way I could scope out where Eric was and make my move.

Parking under a street lamp, as close as I could get to the front door, I noticed a Limousine pulled up in front of the club, blocking the door and drawing much fascination from the Fangbangers that were in line. My heart stopped. Was Felipe here? We all knew that we would either be incurring Felipe's wrath or getting a pat on the back from him, once he figured out that his Regent in Louisiana had been murdered by his Sheriff, the only Sheriff from Sophie Anne's rule that he had not sent to the final death.

We knew Victor had been growing too big for his britches and was upset that Felipe hadn't allowed him to take over Louisiana, only allowing him the title of Regent. I was not sure of all the back dealing that Victor had done, but he should have been in New Orleans, concentrating on increasing the revenue for the city and help rebuild the Vampire economy there. Unfortunately for him, he had been content to stay in the North of the state, taunting Eric and his people and burning through money building his silly little clubs out of spite.

If Felipe was here, I began to understand why Eric had been out of contact with me this last week. If I knew Eric, he didn't want to draw me needlessly into more Vampire bullshit than I already was, and for that I was thankful. I was torn between wanting to go in and standing by my man for better or for worse, to turning around and going straight home.

I hesitated, my hand on my keys to restart my car, when I saw the door of the limousine open and a woman step out. She was wearing a white wrap, flaming red hair flowing down her back, and even from this distance, I saw the glitter of diamonds on her ears and neck. My face felt hot and jealousy gripped me when I recognized the woman. The last time I had seen her was in Rhodes, but I never forget a face, especially a Vampire, and most definitely not the Vampire who was currently going after my husband.

What the hell was Freyda doing in Shreveport, here at Eric's club? The answer was obvious; she was here for my man. My decision made, I grabbed my clutch, opened my door and jumped out of my car. Freyda's pleas and continuous persuasion for Eric to obey his late Maker's agreement with her must not be going well, for her to make a personal visit like this. Eric was fighting against this, claiming that even though Appius Livius Ocella had made the contract with Freyda for a marriage between Eric and her, now that his maker was dead, the contract should be null and void. Freyda was hanging on like a dog with a bone, it seemed.

My heels clicked in rapid succession as I walked toward the club. Appius Livius Ocella had been a pain in the ass in life, and he was still tormenting both Eric and I in his final death. His final words of "You won't keep him," finally made sense. From what Bill told me, if by some chance Eric went to Freyda, he would have to discard me. Eric could have pets, but he would have to go to Freyda free of his marriage to me. Eric had assured me that it wouldn't come to that, and I believed him, and judging from Freyda's visit, she was upping the ante.

This had to be a surprise visit, just like mine, because I don't believe Eric would receive Freyda with the club open. Or maybe he would? It would be a sign of disrespect that he did not consider her important enough to turn away the vermin, as Pam says, and close the club in honor of her visit.

Walking past the line of customers, most of them still in awe of the spectacle that had walked past them five minutes prior, I approached the front door. Freyda had come with two large burly Vampires, her bodyguards, one that was standing next to the front door and eyeing me strangely. He was bearded and intimidating, arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes didn't miss a thing.

I was surprised to see Maxwell running the door, not Pam, and he looked just as surprised to see me as I did him.

"Sookie, what are you...?" he began, but I shook my head, walking past him. I was not turning around and leaving. I liked Maxwell, he was turned in the 1980's and had not been jaded yet by the Vampire life and was quite pleasant to talk to, but I was not in the mood to hear any sort of warning or plea to turn and leave. My original reason for coming had changed, and that reason was to defend what was mine.

The club was packed, a sea of fangbangers dressed all in black leather, mesh and latex, all gyrating to Marilyn Manson and paying top dollar for liquor, looking for liquid courage to approach the Vampires seated throughout the place. In my dress, I stuck out like a sore thumb, and I didn't want to be seen just yet, if it could be helped. Ducking to the right, I stood in the corner by the bar, looking toward the raised dais where Eric was sitting.

Just the sight of him took my breath away. He was dressed in a skin tight black shirt, which hugged all of his muscles, black leather pants and black motorcycle boots. His hair was down, with a single braid hanging down the right side of his face. I had to smile at the sight of him. I had missed him so much, and my heart pounded in my chest with love for him.

Pam was standing behind his chair, dressed in her normal Elvira dress for work at Fangtasia, her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Both Eric and Pam were looking at the woman who was seated to his right, Freyda, who was talking to Eric. She had leaned forward, touching the arm of Eric's chair, but Eric seemed unaffected. Freyda's other bodyguard, almost identical and just as menacing, stood close behind her chair.

For a rare moment, I was happy to have no bond to Eric, because if I did, he would have known that I was in the club. I wanted to observe this encounter for what it was, with no distractions. I was able to see every gesture, every facial expression. Pam looked tense, glaring at Freyda. Eric was the master of control, cool and nonchalant, seemingly disinterested in the conversation. Freyda looked angry, and if she had still been a human, I'm sure that her face would have been just as red as her hair.

Her white wrap had fallen open and she was wearing a tight white dress underneath which hugged her tall, lean frame. The white of both the dress and the wrap did not look good with the extreme alabaster of her skin, and I could not remember ever seeing any of the Vampires in my life wear white like that. Pam might wear ivory cream, but she knew where to draw the line with a fashion choice that would wash her out and make her look like a ghost.

I was so intent watching the Vampires, that I was startled when Eric's eyes suddenly flicked to me and we made eye contact. I wanted to smile, but I was so scared of what might be happening, of what this visit meant, that I just stood there and tried to keep my expression neutral. Pam looked my way too, her eyes widening slightly. Eric turned his head to her and said something, Pam coming in my direction immediately. Freyda had looked my way too, doing a double take when she saw who it was that had taken Eric's interest away from her. I knew she recognized me. Every Vampire that had survived Rhodes knew who I was.

"Sookie", Pam practically hissed, grabbing my arm. She turned me to the front door and guided me through the onslaught of fangbangers pouring into the club. We walked past Maxwell and Bodyguard number one, heading to the side of the building. Once we were clear, I pulled my arm free and turned to her. Pam was my friend, my only Vampire friend, and she had always been straight with me.

"What is going on?" I asked right away, not beating around the bush.

She actually sighed. "We weren't expecting her. She just showed up, walking over to Eric and said that she wanted to come appeal to him directly, in person, for him to consider becoming her Consort."

I began to pace. "Does the woman have no pride? How many times does Eric have to say no before she gets it?"

"She said that she has put in a request to Felipe, notifying him of the contract that Appius Livius Ocella had made with her. It was a threat, a veiled one. She will push this though with the King, trying to force Eric by having Felipe order the marriage contract." Pam's nostrils flared and her blue eyes narrowed, anger etched clearly on her face.

I stopped walking and looked at her in shock. "Felipe can't actually force Eric to marry her, can he? How can that be possible?" I couldn't believe it was coming down to this.

"It s not normally heard of, a King or Queen forcing a subject into a marriage, but since there is a contract that was made prior to Appius Livius Ocella's death, and it was made to a Monarch, Felipe could if he wanted too. He came earlier this week, looking for Victor. For the moment we are acting the part that we don't know where he is, but Felipe is suspicious. I can't tell whether he is relieved or pissed at the prospect that Victor is gone. We will have to wait and see."

Pam and I just looked at each other for a moment. Fear gripped me. "Bill told me that Freyda has a lot of power."

Pam nodded. "She does. She is older than Eric, by at least fifty years. They are from the same Nordic clan. This has become quite personal for her, not only for political reasons. She wants Eric because of who he is. I think that is why she went to Ocella, willing to pay him a large sum of money to get her hands on the one thing that she has been missing all these years. She holds her culture around her like a cloak for all to see, and Eric would be the final piece to complete her ensemble, her Viking warrior. She considers herself a descendant of the Valkyries."

I almost laughed, but then I realized why Freyda was not letting go. She had bought Eric from Appius Livius Ocella and he had taken her money, and now she wanted her merchandise. She had made a purchase, and now she wanted the goods. She was only appealing to Eric for the time being before she really started pushing her thumb down.

"Ah, Ms. Stackhouse, what a pleasure to see you again."

Pam and I whipped around, Freyda coming around the corner of the club. Eric was on her heels, with both Bodyguards following after him. Eric came up to me and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me firmly into his side. I felt tears sting my eyes, his gesture silently claiming me as the woman he wanted. Freyda narrowed her green eyes, raking me with her gaze. I returned her look, unsure if I should open my mouth. I might get myself in trouble.

"Well, Eric, I will look forward to hearing from you. Tvinga mig inte att vänta för länge. Jag skulle inte vilja att någon ska bli sårad." she said coolly. Both Eric and Pam stiffened at her last sentence. I recognized it as the language Eric spoke in sometimes when we made love, and I wondered what she said to cause such a reaction from both Vampires.

With one last scathing look at me, she turned on her heel and flipped her red hair, walking away toward her limousine. Eric, Pam and I stood there in silence for a moment. I had so many questions spring to my lips, but I pursed my mouth shut, already knowing the answers to those questions. The most important question was, what is Eric gonna do about this?

Eric reached for my clutch and took my keys out, propelling me toward my car. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Pam stare after us, her expression sad. That made me curious. She waved silently, and walked toward the club entrance. Looking up at Eric, I kept silent as I saw his jaw clenching in anger and his sapphire eyes were a whirlpool of conflicting emotions. Eric unlocked my passenger door for me and handed me into the car, closing the door after me. Walking around, he got behind the wheel and adjusted the seat. Turning the car on, we left the parking lot and headed for the interstate.

I watched him the entire time, his hands clenching the steering wheel, his eyes moving to mine from time to time. At one point he reached for my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing each knuckle softly. A silent tear fell from my eye. I was scared, and I hated feeling scared and helpless, a feeling I had experienced too much in my life. Freyda thought she could take Eric away from me, and part of me was afraid that she was going to win.

"I'm sorry for how I acted the night Victor died." I said, breaking the silence. There had been so much that I had wanted to say to Eric tonight, and I decided that I should start at the beginning. "I know I acted like a bitch and took that out on you, when all you wanted was to celebrate our victory. I allowed the death of others to affect me, when I knew before hand that death was gonna happen regardless. And I'm sorry I haven't talked to you all week. I let my anger and guilt have too much control until I could finally deal with all my emotions."

He nodded at me. "I'm sorry, too." The phrase sounded strange coming from his lips. Eric Northman didn't apologize to just anyone. "I did not mean to bite you so hard. I was angry with you and then I took too much blood. Did I hurt you?"

He looked at me intently, worry written on his face. I shook my head, reaching my hand out to touch the lines on his forehead. He nodded again and looked back at the road. "Aren't you going to ask me about Freyda coming to the club?"

"No, Pam told me why she came. Pretty ballsy of her, if you ask me," I sniffed, jealousy, anger and an overwhelming need to protect my relationship from her filling my soul.

"Yes, I was surprised that she showed. I was just as surprised that you came as well. Why did you come, lover?" he smirked at me, his eyebrows rising.

"You know why I came. I missed you." I whispered to him, as he pulled into my driveway. Parking behind my house, I saw that Dermot was not home yet. We would have the house to ourselves, for the time being. Eric got out of the car and used Vamp speed to get to my side and open the door. Together we walked to my back door, Eric handing me the keys. Once in the house, I walked with purpose to my bedroom, Eric right behind me.

Entering, I walked over to the dressing table, putting my clutch down. I took out my earrings, placing them next to my clutch. Turning, I saw Eric was leaning against the door frame, watching me. I didn't turn the light on, the soft glow from his skin and the full moon streaming in through the window making him perfectly visible. I knew he could see me just fine, with his Vampire vision.

"Do you realize that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen?" he said softly, walking toward me. His boots were surprisingly soft on the hard wood floor. A woman always loves a compliment, and I was no different.

"Am I?" I tilted my head back, looking into his piercing blue eyes as he towered over me.

"Yes, tonight especially. You look good enough to eat."

The words were barely out of his mouth when his arms came around me, pulling me tight to his body, his lips crashing on mine. I opened my mouth, sighing as his tongue invaded my mouth, my tongue fighting right back. His hands slid down my back and I could feel him inching my dress higher, cupping my ass and grinding me against his very prominent arousal.

I felt his hand cup me through my panties and with a moan, I pulled away. His eyes were clouded with desire and need, and quite easily, I pushed him backward, Eric landing on the bed with a large bounce and a grunt. I decided a little teasing was in order, after him sneaking into my bedroom last night, plus I wanted to prove myself as the vivacious sex vixen he thought me to be; my anger over Freyda feeding courage that would originally be absent in what I wanted to do.

Eric looked at me with a question in his eyes, obviously hot and bothered. Let s see how hot and bothered my Viking could get. I shook my head and tsked him. "I don't need you ruining my pretty dress." Turning my back to him, I slowly unzipped my dress, the top part sliding off my arms and falling easily to my waist. I looked over my shoulder at him, his focus a hundred percent on my bottom, which I wiggled seductively and my dress hit the floor. I bent over and slowly picked it up, Eric taking an unnecessary breath as the silk of my panties strained against my womanhood.

Walking over to the chair in the corner of my room, I laid my dress over the back. Glancing again at Eric, I reached back and undid my bra, slowly removing the straps, leaving my back bare for his viewing pleasure. I dropped my bra on the chair as well, and turning toward him, I walked slowly back to the dressing table, removing the pins from my hair as I went. My heels clicked loudly in the room. Eric stared at me so hard, I was surprised I didn't burst into flames.

My hair free, I tousled it twice, looking at Eric's reflection in the mirror. Taking my right index finger, I popped my digit in my mouth, wetting the tip. Slowly, I moved my moistened finger to my right breast and flicked my nipple, which pebbled under my touch. I glanced down and repeated the process on my left breast, glancing up in time to see Eric was about to move from the bed. His fangs shone white in the darkness.

I shook my head at his reflection, frustration on his face. Hooking my thumbs in my panties, I slowly trailed the silk over my hips and bent over at the waist, making a point to touch the floor. I barely had time to clear my foot from the scrap of silk when I heard the bed springs squeak, strong hands grabbing my hips as Eric's tongue delved into my dripping folds. I gasped in surprise and pleasure, lifting slightly and grabbing the edge of the dressing table.

My knees felt weak as Eric's tongue moved at Vampire speed, moving back and forth from my folds to my clit, dipping two fingers into my aching hot center. He found my magic spot and within seconds, I was sobbing his name in ecstasy. My head was spinning and I leaned my head against my hands that were still clutching the dressing table for support. Eric was kissing his way up my back, his hands kneading my breasts.

Lifting my head, I met his hungry eyes as he kissed his way over my shoulder. Standing, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the direction of the chair in the corner. I watched in appreciation as his muscles bulged and moved under his skin, his body a work of art I never tired of looking at.

I stood up straight, reaching my right hand back to undo his belt buckle. As I did this, Eric lifted my left leg and placed my high heeled foot on the dressing table, my glistening core on full display. Eric reached his hand down and ran his fingers through my folds again, and I leaned into his chest. My hand shook as I finally got the buckle undone and slid down the zipper of his leather pants. His pants hit the floor with a clang and his erection sprang into my hand, hard like steel. I moved my hand up and down on him, desperately needing him.

"Eric..." I begged, his fingers tormenting me. Turning my face to the left, I captured his lips with mine and he devoured me, his tongue diving into my mouth. Gasping for breath when he released me from the kiss, he pushed me forward and I released him from my hand, his cock finding my opening and slamming into me with one hard, swift thrust, all the way to the hilt. I gasped in surprise, his size always a shock, his hard thrust stretching me fully.

He paused for a moment, meeting my eyes in the mirror, his blue eyes wild and feral, full of passion. I nodded to him that I was ready and he began to withdraw and come back home, increasing his speed until we were both panting and grunting and moaning, the mirror shaking as the vanity took the brunt of Eric's thrusts. I felt my orgasm building, felt wild with it, and as it washed over my body, Eric bit my shoulder. I screamed loudly, and in a moment of sheer passion and need, I took Eric's right hand, brought it to my lips and bit his wrist savagely, drinking his blood as he drank mine.

Eric shouted out in words I didn't understand, his orgasm shooting deeply into me, his left arm pulling me flush to his chest, staring at my reflection in wonder. I held his arm with both of my hands, licking the wounds as they closed. I felt his blood surge through me, and closed my eyes in relief and thanks, his right arm pulling me even closer, holding onto my shoulder.

"Lover, why did you do that?" he whispered in my ear, nuzzling my neck and shoulder, licking my wounds lazily.

"You know why," I said softly, his eyes meeting mine. He turned me around, his hands cupping my face. His eyes searched my face, hope, love and fear in his beautiful blue eyes. "Eric, I want us to re-establish the bond. I know I was foolish in breaking our first bond, I let my doubt color my judgment. I know I hurt you and I'm sorry."

A single, red tear fell from Eric's eye, the hurt, the stress, the worry finally taking him. I was startled, only having seen Eric cry on rare occasions. I reached up with both hands, one wiping his tear away and the other finding his strong neck, my fingers rubbing in soothing circles.

"It will be okay, Eric. We will get through this. We always do." He closed his eyes, his hands sliding under my arms, lifting me up, my kitten heels left on the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wrapping my arms securely around his neck, my forehead pressed to his. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply, taking in my scent. I turned my head as well, breathing him in, his scent invading my nostrils. Eric always smelled so potent, a mixture of the ocean and of nature, the way a man was supposed to smell.

He kicked away his leather pants, along with his boots which thudded on the floor. He walked us over to my bed and sat on the edge and I straddled his lap. He pulled back slightly and looked at me, his gaze intense. "If anything ever happens to you-", he began, but I put my finger on his lips, shaking my head.

"Don't talk like that. We just escaped with our lives a week ago, let s enjoy the moment we have, right here, right now, and we will see what tomorrow brings," I said, weary of all the people who wanted to do us harm. Something always seemed to happen to me; I either got staked, raped, stabbed, scratched, beaten, tortured and a heap of other bullshit. I didn't want to think of the next thing that would come my way.

Eric nodded slowly, rubbing his nose along mine, his lips brushing mine delicately. I felt his hands delve into my hair, angling my head as his lips sought mine, lips, tongue, teeth and fangs assaulting my mouth. I kissed him right back, his erection poking me in the stomach. Shifting upward, without breaking our kiss, I reached down and guided him into me, sliding down on him slowly.

We both made a strangled noise, our movements slow, unhurried. I pulled away from our kiss, gasping for air, grabbing onto Eric's shoulders, swirling my hips. I watched Eric, as he watched me, and I knew in that moment that I could not live without him. The thought of Freyda taking him from me caused my nails to dig into his skin. As though he knew my thoughts, he pulled me closer, calming me. I will keep him, I thought to myself furiously, pushing Eric back onto the bed and riding him faster. I will keep my husband.


Well, I hope everyone enjoyed the lemons here. I was time for some lemonade to be made. Thanks to everyone who is reading, enjoying and reviewing!

Swedish Translation:

Tvinga mig inte att vänta för länge. Jag skulle inte vilja att någon ska bli sårad. - Don't make me wait too long. I wouldn't want anyone to get hurt.

I hope the translation is right, I used Google Translator, so keeping my fingers crossed. Whenever you see a * in the story next to an outfit that Sookie is wearing, that means I have posted the link to the outfit for your viewing pleasure on the main page, to enjoy right along with Sookie.