A/N: Several people have asked "Where is Sookie?" Sorry folks, no Sookie this time around, I wanted to explore a relationship that happened before he met Sookie. I don't subscribe to the idea that Eric didn't have any meaningful liaisons with women prior to meeting his bonded. He'd be bored to death if fangbangers were the only option! Wouldn't you? Yes Ms. Sookie Stackhouse knocked him on his beautiful ass but there have been others before her who possibly held his attention. Jezebel is one of them. So please go with the flow, I promise you won't be bored.

So…citrus alert! Will you look at the size of those lemons! *grin*

Disclaimer: Charlaine Harris owns everything, I just thought about Jezebel.

Chapter 4

He took my hand and led me to the front door. Opening it, he switched on the lights. The place was quite impressive, with a soaring ceiling height and gorgeous honey blond wood paneling all over. He took my hand and led me into the expansive living room. It was tastefully appointed with beautiful mid-century Scandinavian furnishings, and many pieces of modern art and some fabulous accessories. This was not at all what I was expecting. As I turned to look at him I was thinking that there was definitely more to Eric than meets the eye.

"You like it?" He said, observing the smile of pleasure suffusing my face.

"Eric, this is wonderful!"

He laughed, "Yes, I think so too. This is a favorite retreat; I come here when I want to indulge myself, but unfortunately, it's never as often as I'd like. May I get you something to drink, perhaps a glass of wine?"

I said yes before I realized that I'd be the only one doing the drinking. Well, there was no help for it, as he disappeared into another room, which I presumed was a kitchen. Who knew the 6' 5" badass was secretly Mr. Hostess? He was back in a flash, wine glass in hand, I took it and sipped.

"Delicious!" I exclaimed. It truly was; too bad he couldn't share it with me.

"I'm glad you like it," he said, and my heart started racing again as he took my hand and led me upstairs. I guess the tour would have to wait.

We stopped at the first door at the top of the stairs. He opened it and I gaped in astonishment. It was a huge bedroom with a massive vaulted cathedral ceiling, which, along with the walls, was painted black. The soft glow of strategically placed recessed lighting, and a white ceiling fan, made the stark color warmer somehow. A thick area rug with a modern geometric pattern covered the warm wood floor. I noticed there were no windows on this side of the house, interesting. A huge platform bed, which could probably have slept several people comfortably, dominated the center of the room. There were other pieces of furniture scattered throughout the room.

Eric kept the Danish Modern theme going; as a result everything was tasteful and harmonious.

The one thing that seemed a little out of place was a massive antique claw foot bathtub that occupied a platform in one corner of the room. It looked like it could hold Eric and several friends. I wondered about it, as I noticed a pretty fireplace on the opposite side with a huge mirror over the mantle. The room was just the right temperature, but I could imagine how fabulous it would be to bathe with the fire going on a cold night. This was a room totally dedicated to seduction. I stepped inside and the vampire closed the door behind me.

I was still gawking when Eric took the wine glass from my hand and placed it atop a gorgeous wooden bureau. I looked at him.

"So, you like it?" he said.

"Yes," I whispered. "It's fabulous."

"What about the music?"

Music? Whoa, I hadn't noticed when it had started, sounded a bit like a folk song. "It's beautiful," I replied, "but I don't recognize the language."

He smiled gently; "This is the original version of that Swedish folk song you had remixed the first night you danced at Fangtasia. Just something else that made me notice you the first night we met."

Wow, I thought, that was so random. I watched as he walked over and took me in his arms. I looked up, "Breathe," I reminded myself insistently.

"Jezebel," he began, "Do you remember what I wrote on the card I sent with your flowers?"

"Yes," I said, "To future performances." I smiled slightly remembering the fabulous flowers. "The flowers were really lovely, Eric."

"No lovelier than you, my sweet. Jezebel, I want to make love to you, and I want to feel all the passion you unleash in your performances. I want to taste the wildness in your blood that calls to me. Lover, I want you."

I didn't say anything; I just wound my arms around his neck and began to move sensually against him. I was really shocked when he moved quite gracefully with me. He bent his head to deliver yet another scorching kiss, and I closed my eyes and let my enjoyment of the moment wash over me. By now his large hands were on my hips pulling me even closer to him, molding his powerful body against mine. I opened my eyes and looked up; his eyes were hungry and desire was clearly etched on his beautiful face. The stark evidence of his arousal pressed hard and insistent against my belly. I wanted him as badly as he wanted me.

"Now?" He whispered against my lips. Almost incoherent after that kiss I could only nod my assent. He moved. The next moment we were on the bed, my clothes flying, and then I reveled in the sensual appreciation on his face once he had me completely naked.

"Jezebel," he breathed.

Just that one word, my name, conveyed the effect I had on him. I responded in kind by running my fingers down his half naked chest. He was still partially dressed, smiling as I tugged at his belt impatiently.

"I like a woman who knows what she wants," he said.

I looked up at him, feeling even more empowered by the pleasure in his voice, "I like a man who can give me what I need," I retorted.

He leaned forward, so we were both kneeling on the bed. "Just make sure you don't hold anything back," he growled.

"Make me give it all to you," I challenged.

"Oh, you will," he smiled wickedly.

He slid off the bed to remove the rest of his clothing. I watched and stopped breathing.

His was a warrior's body, honed in battle, muscular and athletic. If the model for Michelangelo's David is considered the epitome of masculine beauty, then Eric Northman is his equal or better, especially where it mattered most. My eyes moved down his body and I barely had enough time to register 'Oh My God!' when he swept me into his arms. I was in shock and out of sheer self preservation I reached up and twisted my fingers in his hair as I pulled his face down to mine and softly bit his lower lip. He groaned deeply and crushed me even harder against him.

"Yes, lover," he murmured roughly, as my teeth skimmed along his neck and moved down to graze across his pale flat nipples. His fierce moans of pleasure increased as my fingers curled firmly around his awesome length. I stroked him and smiled as he blissfully closed his eyes. That moment was very short lived as his alpha male persona reasserted itself. He moved out of my grasp and was instantly and intently focused on driving me crazy.

"Open for me lover," he whispered darkly, his long fingers slowly skipping down my belly, down to where they parted and entered me. His fangs were completely distended, but it didn't scare me. I loved the feel of them as his clever tongue circled my nipples, their sharp ends deliberately pricking me, twin sensations of pleasure and pain, almost too much to bear. I was going up in flames, the long weeks of sexual tension between us urgently demanding release. I was ready for him and he knew it because suddenly I was on my back and felt him position himself to enter me.

"Jezebel, I want you, lover," he said, as I looked up to drown in a blazing ocean of blue.

"Eric, I want you too," I whispered back hoarsely. He thrust deeply, searing me to the core. I cried out; it had been awhile, and Eric was not average in any way. He was gentle after the initial shock, and moved very slowly to allow my body to adjust.

After a few moments though he looked down at me, "I can make this easier," he whispered in my ear.

Pulling out, he replaced himself with those insanely talented fingers. The tension he had started barely eased up as he moved down my body, dropping white hot kisses on all my favorite places. I couldn't believe the pleasure I was experiencing with just his hands and mouth. Now he was running his tongue along my inner thigh, fangs abrading the sensitive skin.

I was one shuddering breath from orgasm when he looked up and locked eyes with mine. "Look at me," he commanded softly. I nodded and struggled to concentrate as those fingers wreaked havoc with my senses. It was about to get worse. As I stared at him, he nuzzled my inner thigh, bared his fangs and bit. I was undone. The orgasm crashed over me like a raging tsunami and continued without mercy, peaking and receding with each pull of his lips. My heart was beating wildly in my throat, and after what seemed like an eternity, Eric stopped and gently licked the tiny wounds. Moving swiftly up my body, he roughly spread my legs and entered me with a passion that bordered on savagery.

I lay transfixed beneath the powerful vampire as he thundered into me again and again, his beautiful face transformed into a mask of unholy joy. I was half screaming his name as he smiled and said, "Oh yes, lover, I want everything you have to give," and the pace quickened. Then suddenly he stiffened above me, closed his eyes and uttered a deep, guttural moan. A heartbeat later, his mouth swooped down to capture mine. I shuddered violently as yet another orgasm ripped me apart.

A long while afterward, nothing could be heard but soft music somewhat overwhelmed by the sound of my labored breathing. Eric lay heavily on top of me, the coolness of his body a delicious pleasure after all that heat.

I shifted a bit to accommodate the weight; he noticed. Pulling out gently, he rolled on his side and propped his head up to look down at me. I gazed back, my breath catching in my throat, dazzled yet again by his spectacular beauty. The deep sapphire blue eyes were calmly regarding me; his lips curved into a satisfied smile, hair falling wildly around his exquisite face. He lifted a hand and a cool finger wiped away the sweat beading my upper lip.

"What are you thinking about?" He inquired softly.

I smiled up at him; "I'm thinking you look like the cat that swallowed the canary whole." He laughed, "Yes, I'm the cat and I enjoyed making my little canary sing."

"There was more screaming than singing," I muttered pointedly.

He grinned smugly and I felt a hand gently caress the near invisible puncture wounds on my inner thigh, "What about this?" He asked.

My eyes narrowed; "Doesn't that officially make me a fangbanger?"

He shook with laughter and crushed me gently into his cool embrace. Softly nuzzling my neck he said, "Very funny, but you're avoiding the question. Tell me, lover."

I sighed, "Eric, when you started to drink from me, I thought you wouldn't stop. Right in the middle of the best orgasm in my life, I was half terrified you wouldn't stop—worse, I didn't want you to stop."

He regarded me thoughtfully for a moment, and then he bent down and kissed me very tenderly.

"Jezebel," he said softly, "When I make love and I taste my lover, I'm not necessarily feeding. The act of taking blood while fucking a lover definitely heightens the sexual experience for the vampire, but it's not necessary. I'm ancient, even in our world; I don't need a lot of blood to sustain me."

I listened in disbelief. What? He doesn't need a lot of blood? You mean the older the vampire the less the need to kill? How old was he anyway?

"Um, Eric?"

"Yes?"

"Exactly how old are you?"

He looked at me through half shuttered eyes, "Old enough?"

"Oh, come on," I snapped, a touch irritated, "Tell me!"

His index finger was tracing my lips again; I bit it sharply. His eyes flared dangerously and I felt him grow hard against my thigh. Uh oh! I wasn't ready for that just yet.

Distraction time, "So how do I taste?"

The fangs appeared automatically. Oh great, so much for distracting him, but he answered, "Long Shadow was right, you are delicious!"

"Long Shadow? Ugh. Please don't remind me."

He raised an eyebrow but continued, "You have given me great pleasure this evening, Jezebel, and I know I've done the same for you. We have truly enjoyed each other, have we not? You held nothing back."

"You wouldn't let me," I said, "Ooh, I like the way you call me lover."

He smiled.

"Seriously, Eric, won't you tell me?" I asked, my previous question not forgotten.

He frowned slightly and I raised a hand to smooth his brow, but he caught it and kissed it.

Then he looked at me, his tone serious, "Little one, if you are immortal, it does you no good to dwell in the past. You must progress with the centuries, or you will begin to experience soul sucking ennui and wish for your death. I am over a thousand years old," he said, and he smiled, watching my eyes widen.

"I was a Viking then and I am Eric Northman now. The span of time between the ages means nothing to me. I am a creature of the present. I do not dwell in the past. I rarely think about it or speak about it. This is the way I have come to enjoy immortality, and I don't regret it." He got silent, the frown still marring the perfect beauty of his smooth brow.

It was a shock to have my suspicions confirmed, but I really didn't like Eric being serious, so I said, "You know, I can totally picture you dressed in animal hides and a helmet? I can definitely see you going off to war, wielding a huge sword. Did you keep any of the stuff from the days of yore?"

"Oh, I still have the huge sword," he said as he grabbed my hand and curled my fingers around the weapon in question.

"No doubt," I replied, "I know I'm feeling deeply plundered. Pillaging is next on the agenda right?" He laughed shaking his head at me.

"I know," I said, "I should just shut up."

"I don't want you to," he replied capturing my face between his large hands, "Your personality is what I like best about you, remember?"

"Say what? My personality? After all that plundering? Bite me!"

"Yes lover," he growled, "Now where else do you taste sweet?"

It didn't take him long to find out.

The pillaging commenced, the screaming, too.

As the night wore on, we went much slower and I was much more aggressive, which he liked. I enjoyed exploring his fabulous body, teasing him, tasting him, and he let me. This was I how discovered that Eric loved to get bitten. It was hysterical, of course, since that was his actual nature. I was straddling him and he was caressing my face; I caught two of his fingers in my mouth and sucked them gently. Flicking my tongue between each digit, he watched me with his eyes half closed and a slight smirk on his lips. I put the hand on my ass, bent over, and slowly bit his lower lip. He groaned. Encouraged, I nipped him along his jaw line, my tongue stopping to swirl in the little indentation on his chin. He definitely liked the nips so I grew bolder, alternately kissing and biting from his earlobe to his long, graceful neck. The groans definitely turned to moans. I bit his collarbone sharply and he hissed. I smiled, moving down to his dark pink nipples, teasing one with the tip of my tongue, alternately sucking and blowing cool air across it, watching as it hardened. He shifted restlessly, both hands now gripping my ass tightly.

I felt the throb of his massive erection as he began slowly grinding against my folds. In an instant I was sopping wet, but I stopped him with a palm to his chest as he began to position me for entrance.

"Oh no, Mr. Northman, it's my turn to pillage and plunder."

He growled, and I bit his nipple fiercely. He almost threw me off he reared up so quickly.

"What's the matter, Eric?" I asked innocently.

"You are playing with fire, Jezebel."

"Don't I know it? Feel like getting burned?"

I punctuated this with another fierce nip to his other nipple. His grip tightened considerably as he hissed.

"You like?" I asked mischievously.

"More than you know," he smiled, showing fang.

"Oh, do tell! It's funny meeting a vampire who likes to get bitten."

"You're such a comedienne," he said, eyes narrowing, "Let me see if you think this is funny."

In a heartbeat I was under him, legs over his shoulders as he sank deeply into me. Talk about dying by inches! I let out a strangled moan.

"Who's laughing now?" he whispered darkly with a dangerous smile on his face. He tilted my pelvis and I cried out in ecstasy as I was positioned to take him completely. No thoughts of humor as he had his way with me.

He was tireless, insatiable and very inventive. The sheer volume of his sexual expertise was breathtaking; then again, he had more than a few lifetimes to perfect it all.

My favorite part of the night, however, was at the very end. While sitting cross legged beside me, he suddenly reached over and pulled me into his lap. Grinning wickedly, he lifted me up and slowly impaled me, not stopping until my legs were tightly wrapped

around his hips. On my side, this act was accompanied by a series of soft screams and moans that tore out of my throat and into his mouth as he kissed me deeply. We stayed like that for a good long while. It gave me time to enjoy more of those soul searing kisses he was inclined to give and the incredible feel of his powerful body bonded to mine. I savored our muted whispers of passion and delight as we took pleasure in each other, but then he began deliberately rocking me back and forth, faster and faster. Soon I was holding on to him for dear life, nails digging into his broad shoulders, my head thrown back, exposing my throat, feeling his fangs deliberately scraping my neck; so erotic the threat, even though he didn't bite me. This time he wasn't gentle.

Instead he was relentless, making me take him to the hilt again and again, deliberately holding me on the edge of insanity while enjoying my raw sobs of ecstasy. He mercilessly pushed us towards the unbelievable moment when we exploded simultaneously. As I collapsed in his arms, totally exhausted, I felt him lift and carry me to another room.

He gently laid me down, and I didn't even have the energy to look around. "Dawn is almost here, lover," he whispered, "I must rest. Stay, Jezebel, enjoy my home; everything you need is here. I'll come back to you at sunset." His cool lips brushed my overheated brow, but I was fast asleep by the time he took his leave.

This was the first of many nights I spent with the vampire Eric Northman.

A/N: I hope you found the lemons to your liking? Well the morning after is coming and if you love the idea of showering Northman Style you'll give the darlings a review. Thanks to all who are taking the time to show some love. *puss*puss* (Swedish for "kiss kiss").