Chapter 10

We have reached the end of our journey.

I hope that you all have enjoyed.

Thank you so much for reading and reviewing.

I didn't want to use the fae heritage b/c it has been used so much. I thought that I'd try something different and plausible.

Anyway, I do believe that Ms. Harris could've made this happen and it would've been believable. It wouldn't be the first vamp that our girl has killed.

Goodnight and I thank you once again.

I am going to add something extra to the ending. Thanks, Duckbutt.

It took almost an hour to get the remnants of Freyda out of my hair and off of my body. With a heavy heart, I threw the dress that I'd planned on keeping forever in the trash. It was the dress that I'd worn during my first meeting with Eric and Freyda ruined it. I loved that dress. I got it half priced at Tara's Togs too.

"Bitch," I said as I went into the living room to watch a little television.

I'd wrapped my naked body in my robe and my wet hair in a towel before sprawling out on the couch. I grabbed the remote and turned the channels mindlessly and nothing, I mean, nothing was on. I stopped channel surfing and settled on an infomercial about some crock pot that's not really a crock pot. It was pretty cool. If I wanted to, I could cook an entire chicken as well as a bag of potatoes and onions in an hour without all that grease. I could even bake a chocolate cake in that same crock pot while the chicken and onions are cooking; with a pan that sits perfectly on top.

"Chocolate cake that tastes like chicken, potatoes, and onions," I said. "Yum."

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was only midnight. My entire life was supposed to be different by now. I'm not supposed to be sitting on my couch watching a crock pot infomercial. I'm not supposed to be sitting here alone. I am supposed to be with my husband and we are supposed to be celebrating that he's free. He's not going to be a slave for the next two hundred years. He will be able to see Pam whenever he wants to see her and she won't have to go on without him. I'm supposed to be happy because we will be living as husband and wife and nothing and no one will get in our way. But I'm not. I'm sitting on the couch doing nothing.

"I guess my plan failed," I whispered.

I settled into my couch and rested my head on the pillow and looked at the spokesman as he hopped from one crock pot to the next. I was about to doze off but there was a knock at my door. I sat up quickly and just waited.

Did I really hear a knock? Maybe I didn't hear it. I'll just wait to see if it happens again.

And just like that, I heard it again.

This time I stood up from the couch and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me," Eric called out.

My breathing was rapid and my heart was pounding in my chest. I just knew that he could hear it. I wanted to run to the door but I couldn't move. I continued to stand there. "Who is me?"

He laughed.

Without waiting for him to answer my question, I ran to the door and flung it open. When I looked up at him, I saw him. I saw my Eric. I saw the Eric that I've always loved and will always love.

"Hi," I whispered.

"Hi," he said.

"Will you come in?" I asked as my voice trembled.

Within seconds, he was in my house and I was in his arms. His mouth crashed into mine and he kissed me for all that he was worth. I did my best to keep up but I was struggling. He didn't seem to mind one bit. He lifted me from my feet and carried me into the living room; kicking the door closed behind him. He lay me back on the couch and looked into my eyes. Everything that I needed to know was right there. I knew right then that I'd never, ever doubt him again.

Crying, I said, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Me too," he said as he removed the towel from my head. He threw it behind the couch and began to run his fingers through my hair. "I love you, Sookie."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I love you too, Eric. I love you so much," I proclaimed.

With that said, he offered me his hand and helped me to stand from the couch. He pulled at the belt on my robe and it fell open. Soon after, I shrugged the robe from my body and let it fall around my feet. I think I'd blinked and before I knew it, Eric was standing in front me and he was naked.

He went to the couch and sat down. He patted his lap and I went to him; straddling him; without letting him enter me. We kissed so softly, so passionately. It was beautiful.

As I cradled his face in my hands, I looked into his eyes and smiled. I continued to taste him. As soon as my body began to relax, in one quick movement, I reached in between us and grabbed his hardness. He slid right inside of me.

"Ahhh," we moaned in unison as we melted into each other.

Eric opened his eyes and continued to look at me as I rode him. He was buried so deep inside of me that I could feel him all over my body. Speaking to him in a whispered voice, I said, "I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I'm so sorry for denying you. I'm yours if you'll have me. If you'll have me," I repeated.

I gasped as he thrust deep inside of me.

I began to move slowly up and down onto his hardness and he then did something that he'd never done. He leaned his head back onto the couch and closed his eyes. A look of bliss appeared on his face. I began to move in short, upward thrusts. I began to extend the thrusts until I was taking all of him inside of me. That was when his hips began to move causing him to go deeper inside of me. I then increased my pace. He did the same. I began to moan when I felt him thrusting his hardness deeper inside of me. Eric then raised his head and placed his mouth to mine. His tongue began to match the thrusts as he made love to me.

I tried to go up and down on him but Eric gripped my hips and took control. Every time I had half of him out of me, he'd thrust himself back inside. He would drive his beautiful cock home at just the right time and I would scream out his name.

I held on to him as tightly as I could. I could feel my orgasm as it continued to build inside of me. My breathing was so hard and fast that I had to lean back and rest my hands on his knees. When I did, it caused my breasts to beckon for him. They were so close to his mouth; waiting for him to love them, kiss them, lick them. And he did.

"Oh, yes," I whimpered.

Eric moved his mouth to my breasts and he devoured them. His tongue rolled around my nipples as he sucked from one breast to the other. The feel of his tongue on my nipples caused me tighten around his hardness and he knew that I was close. And just as I was about to reach my moment, he bit.

I threw my head back and cried out. The orgasm crashed down on me with such fury that I never knew what hit me as it seemed to carry on. I had lost complete control of my body. I began to ride Eric like it was going to be the last time. I was a prisoner; his prisoner and I never wanted to be set free. I had wrapped my body completely around him.

Before I knew it, we were lying on the floor and he was on top of me. Fucking me as he never has; deep and hard. I'd never known such a sensation in my life before tonight. We've always had an excellent sex life but this was different. With each thrust of his hips, Eric owned me. I found that I could do nothing but lie underneath him and let him do with me as he wanted. My body convulsed with ecstasy.

Like a vampire possessed, Eric continued to fuck me as I cried out as another orgasm took me over. "Bite me," I whimpered. "Make me yours."

And just as my wetness began to spasm around him, he bit and I was done. Soon after, so was he. He exploded inside of me. As we kissed and let the tremors of our orgasm slowly fade away, we held each other. We kissed each other. We whispered sweet endearments and it was beautiful.

"You came," I whispered as I traced my finger along his face.

Eric looked confused and asked, "Did you not want me to?"

I filled the living room with laughter. "Not that," I said. "You came here. You came for me."

"I did," he said. "I had to. We need to talk. Felipe has called me. The council has ruled that you were within your rights to kill the queen since you were under the protection of your king. And because of that reason alone, you are free."

I didn't like the sound of that. "I'm glad but what about you? Are you free?"

Eric leaned in and kissed my nose. "I am not. Pam is to be the Sheriff of Area Five. I am to be sent to Oklahoma. I am to be Felipe's new regent. I have to leave by the end of the week."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried.

He said nothing. He held me and let me cry.

After a moment or two, I released him and stared into his eyes. "I don't want you to go."

Brushing my hair from my face, he asked, "Do you remember our time together when I was suffering from the curse of the witches? Do you remember what I said to you?"

I shook my head no. "We talked about a lot of things."

He smiled. "Just as you'd done those few short months ago, you saved me tonight. You saved me from a life of slavery. Because of you, I will not be used as a consort, a bodyguard. You fought for me tonight just as you'd done then. Just as I told you that night, I will bring you to my side. I will share everything that I have with you. Every vampire who owes me fealty will honor you. I say this because I want to bring you with me. I am asking you to come with me, Sookie."

He gripped my hands and said, "Live out your life as my true wife. Stand with me and let the world know that you are mine. I want so desperately to have you with me. Tell me that you will come with me. If not, you will never have to see me again."

I couldn't believe my ears. "Did you think that I risked my life just to have you taken away from me again? After all that we've been through, you expect me to just let you leave me here?" I shook my head no. "Where you go, I go."

His mouth claimed mine; causing our lips to bleed … our blood mingled. Eric broke the kiss and bit into the palm of his hand. He then held the bloody wound close to my mouth. "Feed from me, Sookie, but know this, my lover. Once you do, there is no going back."

Placing the palm of his hand to mouth, I fed from him and I knew that there was no way that I'd ever go back. I had to no intentions of every going back.

I was licking his hand clean as the wound closed. I leaned in a kissed my husband and said, "So, when should I start packing?"

I'm going to Oklahoma to be with my husband. I'm Sookie Stackhouse. I belong there.