Part 4:

Bon Temps Sex Party

Eric Northman was smiling from ear to ear.

"Why, Ms. Stackhouse, you look positively delectable."

He paused, looked over her skin tight, barely there, attire again.

"I could just eat you up. If you'd let me," he added, revealing his fangs, and Sookie sighed and rolled her eyes. Normally she'd have been frightened, but under the circumstances, she was in no mood for humor---or seriousness---or what she was about to endure.

She'd asked Eric to accompany her to the orgy---sex party---what have you---to gain information on Lafayette's death, and in order to keep her safe. She didn't want to go to clear the Bellefleur name, but because Lafayette had been her friend, she felt that using her ability was safer than poor Portia Bellefleur's going. Bill had insisted that Sookie take Sam or Jason with her; he'd be less than pleased to discover that she'd instead asked Eric, be even less so still if he discovered that Eric had kissed her, had flirted with her, and by the look of his Lycra, would do much more to her, if given the opportunity.

They exited Sookie's house and got in the red corvette, made their way to the cabin where the party was being held.

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Sookie had to get some air. She hadn't been in the place but five minutes max, and was already feeling sick. So many naked bodies attached to so many familiar faces; Eggs, Tara Thornton's fiancée, was busy trying to unbutton her shorts when Eric came up behind her and replaced his hand with hers. He managed to slide his fingers below the line of her lace panties before she turned around to face him. His mouth found hers, tongue parting her lips, hands cupping her bottom, and she tried to clear her mind of her thoughts, and began listening to those around her.

After a few moments she whispered to Eric that they needed to leave, quickly, and Eric picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, her long blond hair trailing his Lycra-clad thigh.

He lay her out on the corvette and lay atop of her.

"Yield to me, Sookie," he said, his mouth unbearably close, and Sookie's head swam with her thoughts, the thoughts of those around her, and the nothingness in between. Eric pressed himself against her and a moan escaped her; Eric smiled, once again revealing his fangs, once again allowing his tongue to part her lips.

She'd have been lying, had she denied that she didn't find Eric attractive, but Sookie was in way over her head, here. She was with Bill. Bill Compton, her boyfriend. Bill Compton, the vampire. But right now, Eric Northman, Area 5 Sheriff, Eric the vampire, was on top of her, his tongue inside her mouth, his hands doing things to her, making her feel things that should have been illegal, and she felt powerless to stop him.

Or maybe she didn't want to stop him. The thought occurred to her almost at once, and she pushed against him, to no avail. Little Sookie Stackhouse pushing against Eric the Vampire was like tossing a grape at a brick wall: pointless.

He refused to move, so she bit his tongue, and he moaned. The blood filled Sookie's mouth and she spit and swallowed some of it, and Eric laughed. He rose off of her, still laughing, his lips touching his lips, tasting the blood there.

"Sookie, my angel," he cooed, "you're a little devil tonight." He paused. "I find it highly arousing."

"Go to hell!" Sookie spat, sliding from the hood of the car, trying to compose herself. "You know that Bill is my boyfriend."

Bill Compton's voice startled her.

"Yes, indeed," he answered, staring at Eric.

Sookie looked at him, and Eric smiled.