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Unexpected – Chapter 7
I opened my eyes at the incredible sensation of fingers running through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. Eric was lying on his side, looking at me intently and smiling at my obvious delight; I was practically purring.
"You are so beautiful, Lover." He said, kissing me softly.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep, how long have I been out?"
"A little under an hour, and you have nothing to be sorry for, it is I who should apologize for waking you. I simply had to touch you."
"I'm glad you did." I said and closed my eyes, focusing my attention on the movement of his fingers in my hair.
Without opening my eyes I reached out my hand and lightly placed my hand against Eric's cheek. It took my mind a few seconds to catch up with my senses but my eyes flew open when I realized although I expected his skin to be cool it was almost as warm as mine.
"Eric? Are you OK? You feel warm…?"
"I am quite well, Lover, actually I feel incredible. I think this is a reaction to your blood, a very good reaction. When vampires feed our body temperature rises and our complexion looks almost human but it is for a very short while. Consuming a very large amount of blood will prolong the effect but only slightly."
"I'm not sure I understand, you took very little of my blood and it was almost an hour ago…?"
"I am also surprised, I did take very little of your exquisite blood and it should not have affected me so but I have been thinking about it while you slept and the only conclusion I can draw is that besides being the most extraordinary thing I have ever tasted, your blood has a very unique effect on me." Eric didn't seem troubled, so I relaxed, figuring after a thousand years he would know when to be concerned.
"Is it at all similar to the effects of full fairy blood?"
"Not really, no. Fairy blood is very potent, a small amount of it will make a vampire lose control and become very dangerous, but it does not cause a prolonged feeling of well being anymore than human blood does, or were for that matter. So while your blood tastes quite similar to fairy blood, the similarity ends there."
"So, my blood makes you feel good but not in a dangerous, scary kind of way?"
Eric smiled at me, obviously amused by my words. "It does. I was quite certain it would be safe for me to taste you, since your scent is very subtle and not at all overpowering like the scent of full fairies. I must admit there was an element of risk in what I did. I do not seem to have the best control over myself when I am around you, which is unprecedented for me."
"I don't seem to be fully in control of myself around you either so…" I let my voice trail off as I traced his sculpted muscles with my fingers, slowly moving my hand lower, feeling his body tense as my fingertips touched his truly magnificent cock. I ghosted my fingers around him before I brought my hand up to his shoulder and gently rolled him onto his back pulling myself up on my elbow to kiss him. Eric slid his hands down to my waist and lifted me up on top of him. I kissed him deeply, slowly moving my body up and down his length, making us both moan at the sensation. I trailed open mouth kisses down his chest, licking his nipples one at a time.
"Bite a little" he said and groaned as I put my mouth around his left nipple sucking it into my mouth and biting lightly. I moved to his other nipple to do the same, intentionally brushing my breasts against him as I did. I kissed further down his chest and abdomen using my hair to caress him as well as my fingers and mouth. As I moved further down, Eric's quiet groans grew in intensity and I could not help but moan in response. When my tongue finally touched the silky skin of his hard-on he growled, flipping us over.
"I cannot wait; I need to be inside you." He said and I sighed, surprised I didn't burst into flames at his words. I was so ready for him and I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him towards me. I arched my back as the tip of his cock brushed against my clit. He pushed inside me, gently at first, barely dipping inside before pulling out. After a few more strokes he was suddenly all the way in me, filling me completely, and I moaned, arching my back even further.
His hands cupped my breasts and he growled pulling all the way out before thrusting into me hard, and I cried out in pleasure. He started thrusting in and out of me at an increasing pace, spreading waves of heat from my pussy all through my body. I opened my eyes to look at his face and our eyes met. Eric started pounding into me hard and fast, his eyes never leaving mine. I moaned loudly, losing control over my voice and inhibitions. As the first warm wave of pleasure started to roll over me Eric suddenly changed our position. He was now on his knees holding my hips and moving me up and down, the new angle allowing him to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. The pleasure was so intense I wasn't sure I could bear it. I cried out repeating his name over and over and he groaned hoarsely in response to my cries. I felt my pussy clamp down as my body exploded. The room brightened with the glow of my magic and Eric roared, lifting me up to sit in his lap as he bit my breast and came deep inside me. We collapsed on the bed still tangled in each other's arms, Eric lazily licking the bite marks on my breast.
"That was…unbelievable" I said when I could breathe again.
"You are a goddess." He said as he traced his fingers over the contours of my body.
"Thank you." I said, snuggling against his body as he pulled the covers around us. I felt beautiful and safe. "I love the sound of your voice; would you tell me a story?"
"I have a thousand years of stories to tell Lover, where shall I begin?" He said and I melted at the warmth in his words.
"Maybe you can tell me more about your family, about Godric or Pam, but only if you wish to of course." I was curious about them as it seemed they were both very important to Eric.
"I do not mind telling you about them but these are both stories that contain death and sadness and I do not wish to upset you. Do you still wish to hear them?" I nodded and he continued.
"I was mortally wounded in battle, in a raid on the coast of England, and was carried back towards the ships since my father was the chieftain. Anyone else with the kind of injuries I sustained would have been left for dead. I had lost a great amount of blood and was drifting in and out of consciousness. Sometime during the night I awoke to find a young man sitting beside me. I looked around for my friends but they were gone.
"He spoke to me in my native tongue, telling me my friends left, assuming I was not going to wake again. His voice was soft and melodious, with a slight accent I could not recognize.
'Who are you? How is it that you speak my language?'
'My name is Godric, I have traveled wide and far and speak many languages.'
'But you are young, how is that possible?'
'I might seem young but I am very old by your reckoning. I have been watching you fight for the past few nights. You are a formidable warrior, strong and honorable. But you have very little time left before death claims you. I have been traveling alone for a very long time and did not encounter anyone I wished to have as a companion, until now.'
'What are you?'
'I am undead, a master of the night. I am immortal. I wish I had time to tell you more, help you understand, but I am afraid your time is almost up.'
'How do you know that?'
'I have very acute senses; I can hear your heartbeat slowing down. I offer you the night, and immortality, but you must decide quickly.'
'Why ask? In my current state, I am sure I am no match for you.'
'I will not take your life and make you mine without your consent. This is your decision to make.'
"I was getting weaker and my body felt numb. I was young, and I wanted to live. 'You are an honorable man. I agree.' I whispered and then everything went dark.
"When I awoke, in the dark and coldness of the ground, Godric was there to help me adjust to my new situation. He was a kind master and allowed me to grieve for the loss of my family after I realized I could not return. He was never cruel or unnecessarily harsh and he trained me to be the best vampire, the best warrior; I could be but also taught me how to control the darkness inside me. I stayed with him for over 300 years before I ventured out on my own. He is still the wisest person I know."
"That is an amazing story! I am sorry that you had to go through all that pain, but I'm glad you decided to accept Godric's offer…"
"So am I. I am lucky to have him as my maker, most vampires would not have given me a choice, or treated me as well as he did. I try to be as good a master to Pam as he is to me."
"It sounds like Pam is very lucky to have you as her maker as well."
"As I am to have her as my progeny. She is bright, strong and independent. I am very proud of her, although I sometimes think I should have been a little stricter with her since she is very used to getting her own way, but she is fiercely loyal to me and I am very glad she chooses to stay by my side as my business partner."
"Where did you meet her?"
"I met her in London, sneaking from her parent's residence to a late night rendezvous with a young man. I was drawn to her from the second I laid eyes on her, so I followed her to find out where a young lady like her could possibly be heading in the middle of the night. When she arrived at her destination, a small, hidden garden, she was met by a very anxious young man. After exchanging a few passionate kisses they parted and she made her way back. I had been alone for a few centuries and the thought of having a companion appealed to me. She was beautiful, of course, but also very brave and very different from most young women during that time. I approached her and we started meeting every night after she supposedly went to sleep. She knew I was not human but did not press me for the details of my 'otherness'. When I found her crying one night and inquired about the cause of her distress she told me she was supposed to marry in a week. Her parents intended her to marry a young man whom she despised and she had no choice in the matter. She did not want to be a wife and mother but she was hopelessly trapped. Marriage was the only respectable option for a woman of her status and refusing to do so would have had devastating consequence for her and her family as her intended belonged to a very prominent family.
"She asked if I could save her and I said I could but that I would have to take her life and make her into a creature of the night like me. I was honest with her, explaining that we would leave England as soon as possible and she would not see her family again. I told her while it would be my responsibility as her maker to take care of her and guide her until she would be old and strong enough to be on her own, she would no longer be defined or confined by her sex. I was happy but not surprised when she accepted. I left her lifeless body on her bed and her family buried her, thinking she died mysteriously in her sleep. I retrieved her after the burial and brought her to the resting place I had prepared for us. We left for Paris shortly after that. She adjusted extremely quickly to our nocturnal existence and I believe she has never regretted her decision. I know I have never regretted mine."
"So, is she considered your mate?" I knew I had no right to ask him that, but I couldn't help myself. He smirked at me, slowly caressing my ass and back while I held my breath awaiting his response.
"That aspect of our relationship was short lived. Although it is generally true that maker-progeny relationships are initially sexual, it is quite uncommon for them to be romantic in nature, even in cases where a previous attachment exists. Besides, it has been over a century since Pam has shown any sexual interest in men. She is actually very partial to beautiful brunettes and I'm sure would be quite jealous of my acquaintance with you."
He gave me a fangy grin and I smiled back at him, relief washing over me, quickly followed by a wave of panic when I realized I was setting myself up for heartache and disappointment by getting emotionally attached to Eric. I pushed the disturbing thoughts to the back of my mind and tried to stay in the moment. I was in bed with the most gorgeous, sexy, interesting and intelligent man I have ever met who I just had mind blowing sex with, twice. I was not going to over think it. At least not right now.
I climbed up Eric's body, dusting kisses over his chest and neck, slowly making my way to his lips. I kissed him gently, nibbling on his lower lip, tasting his lips and teasing him with my tongue. Our kiss was soft and sweet, Eric tasted so good and I couldn't get enough of him. Our bodies started moving against each other as the intricate dance of our tongues and lips became fevered and impatient. Suddenly Eric pulled away, leaving me breathless and confused at his abrupt movement.
"Dawn is approaching, I must leave soon. I am afraid we do not have time to finish what we have started but I promise I will try and make it up to you this evening." He said in a slightly hoarse voice, obviously affected by our kiss. Through the windows, I could already see the outline of the trees clearly and the deep blue of the sky beginning to fade.
"Will you make it home in time?" I asked in a low and breathy voice.
"I can fly very fast, Lover, I will be fine. May I call you at sunset to set a time for our date tonight?" I nodded and he kissed me softly, his lips lingering for a second before he pulled away again and got off the bed, dressing at vampire speed.
"Sleep well, Sookie, you truly are a goddess." His words were still hanging in the air but he was already gone. I flopped against my pillow and stared at the fading sky until sleep finally claimed me.
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