A/N We all know whats coming! After Sam leaves so does the plot for a little while, if you want to skip it I'll see you in chapter eleven. For the rest of us...

Beautiful Stranger

Chapter Ten

Milton Hawser knew he should be securing the crime scene and detaining the witnesses and participants, but somehow neither he nor the other cops could do it with Eric looking at them like that. In the end the vampires who had killed their colleagues were dead, and Eric was so reasonable. He assured them that he would make himself available to Sheriff Bud tomorrow night, but that he had to start the long journey home before the sun came up. He was very smooth, but he left them with no doubt that none of us would be detained. I felt Milton staring at my back as we walked away, could hear what he thought of me with my vampire friends.

My companions were high on their victory, although in truth the dead vampires had never really stood a chance. Eric wielded that massive blade like it was a child's toy, and though I'm no expert I reckoned I'd seen a master a work. I was a caught up in the success as the vampires were, despite the fact that I knew I should have been sickened by the deaths. They'd got what was coming to them, hadn't they?

We went back to Bill's place, where Sam changed back and dressed. For a moment I saw my boss in a state that no employee should ever see. I'd never look at him in the same way again, he was as toned all over as his chest and back suggested, and had the cutest behind a girl could hope to see. That was an image I'd have to forget when we went back to work. Sam was a shape-shifter, that had been a surprise for me. What else was there that normal people didn't know about?

All these questions, and no answers. I knew I'd have to stay around my supernatural friends if I wanted to learn more. Just at that moment I was glad to have them in my life.

Bill and Pam left for Fangtasia to celebrate, while Sam headed back to the bar. Dawn was still a few hours away. Eric leaned back against the chair on Bill's porch, sword still beside him, and sipped from the bottle of blood. I'd been aware of the others leaving, but hadn't realized until Sam went that it would be just me and Eric. His hand settled on my back, his fingers making little circles through the knit of my sweater. My cheeks flushed as my body responded to his light touch.

"Did you make them go?" I asked him.

In answer he leaned in behind me, pressed his mouth to my neck. His lips were cold, his tongue on my flesh firm. Those magical hands were still working wonders through my sweater, and then inside it. Still at the base of my spine, then out over my hips, his touch was so light it made my skin tingle. Everywhere they went my nerves called out for more. What little resistance I had left disappeared when he leaned forward and cupped my breasts with both hands. Through the lace front of my bra he tweaked the nipples between his fingers while his palms squeezed gently.

Leaning back into him I sought his mouth, found it still on my neck where his tongue was making my libido dance. Our first kiss was soft, his cool mouth almost missing me the first time our lips brushed. I could taste him, wanted to taste more, so I licked his lips before we closed again. His tongue found mine and we teased one another while his hands lifted my generous breasts out over the lace front of the bra. The effect enhanced what nature had gifted me with.

Eric's fangs were down, and in curiosity I ran my tongue lightly over them, feeling him shudder as I did. It seemed I had accidentally found my lover's weak spot. My next pass was a little too ambitious, and I felt sharp pain as one fang drew blood from me. The effect on Eric was electric. He had a mouthful of my blood, which he ran over his tongue and around his palate, before he searched my mouth for the wound with his tongue. I felt like he was drawing my soul out through my mouth, and pulling at the nerves below my belt while he did. The pressure on my nipples increased sharply, sending a squealing message of pleasure to the nerves between my legs. The heat there was becoming unbearable.

Lifting me easily by the waist Eric turned me to face him. As he set me down on his lap I wrapped my legs about his hips and gazed down into his clear blue eyes. My hands were tied in his blonde hair, making passes to the side of his face, tracing the edges of his ears. He was a handsome one, my vampire, and I wanted to see every detail of his face. His smile back at me made me think for a moment that he was the one who could read minds.

Lifting my sweater over my head, pausing while I disentangled my hair and earrings, Eric pressed his mouth to my breast, his lips and tongue circling the nipple. He teased me like that until I thought I could take no more, then locked his lips on the straining bud and squeezed the breast with his hand. I've heard of girls who can come just from attention to their nipples, and now I believe. Every time he sucked and squeezed the pressure registered a direct hit in my panties. When he squeezed the other breast with his free hand, then scraped the nipple with a nail I thought I would burst.

My legs pulled tighter around his hips, all on their own, pulling me down onto the straining bulge in Eric's trousers. Through the layers of material my heat sought him, my hips rocking me gently on him while they found their own rhythm. My body was taking over responding in ways I didn't know, until now. When my panties found him my nerves screamed "result" at me, as the lightest touch unleashed a rushing all consuming climax the like of which I'd never dreamed existed.

I was going to like this sex thing with Eric, wasn't I?

He was looking up into my eyes, his look of mild shock replaced with amusement. I don't think I was quite what he had been expecting. His mouth had left my poor throbbing nipples so that his tongue could work on my throat. I threw my head back so he could get at me, and he responded with renewed vigor, his fangs scraping lightly at my skin as his tongue danced around my throat. It was too much, I wanted him to move on, to take me, but he was in control and he would not be rushed.

His hands were on my ass, pulling me against him now, pressing our hips together as my tender entrance rubbed over him. We were both dressed from the waist down, I didn't remember when I'd taken his shirt off, but my mouth found his straight shoulder and firm chest. My tongue teased his nipple as he slipped a hand around to open my jeans. His hand plunged inside the back of them, cupping my ass while the other pulled them down. I stood up off him then, to let him pull them on down. The cold night air made goosebumps on my flesh as his hand found my panties and eased them down. And there I was, my entrance just in front of his face, soaking and ready. His eyes took in every detail of me, enjoying the neat waxing job that had been done at the spa, before his nose rested on my mound, in the soft blonde hair that covered a little strip of me, for modesty the beautician had said. Then his tongue darted forward to taste me, rasping against the little nerve bundle at the top of my opening.

Both of his hands cupped the cheeks of my ass, pulling me onto his face at holding me open from behind at the same time. He clamped his mouth on me, applying suction while his hard tongue began it's swift flicking motion. My knees were buckling under the onslaught, but he was very strong and held me up so I wouldn't miss a thing. The tension building in me made me bend over him a little, but he held me firmly enough to keep his tongue on me, his hands gripping and relaxing against my butt. As lights began to explode behind my eyes he dipped a fingertip into me from behind. Reflex made me pull away from that forbidden touch, pressing my mound even tighter against his face. The effect was like dynamite going off in my groin.

I couldn't stand any more, literally. Eric lowered me down gently, holding me open. I looked down to see him ease out of his trousers as he gently set my soaked entrance over him. Is that all for me? I was thinking as he eased me down onto him. Despite all the attention I struggled with the pain as he stretched me, I wanted to cry out, but instead bit into his shoulder. Inch by glorious inch Eric filled me. For a time we sat like that, until the natural clenching of muscles inside me eased, then he began to rock beneath me. It was like a mixture of pain and pleasure that I could never have imagined, but I wanted it, wanted all of it. Twisting against him I began to assert myself on him, increasing the pace as my poor stretched body could manage, my internal muscles gripping around him so tight I was sure it would hurt him. He wasn't smiling anymore, so swept up by our lovemaking was he that for a moment he dropped all the pretenses and I knew in this moment that this was the real Eric.

My rhythm was becoming harder to maintain as my climax approached. Eric felt the change and gripped my hips, holding me so he could dictate the pace from below me. I ached, and the strange sensation of cold air on my soaking entrance when he pulled out, made me tingle all the more. His thrusts were deep and long, and he found it easier to hold his rhythm than I did. As I got closer, my body trembling with tension he increased the pace, and kept increasing it until I knew I was experiencing something only possible when your lover was a vampire. Then a huge bomb went off between my legs and I clamped myself to him for all I was worth as he arched his back and released inside me. I held him and sobbed as I tried not to pass out, while his fangs found the artery in my arm and he bit me. He bit me and he drank from me, and I knew that he truly, absolutely owned me.