I want to make sure readers are aware of Rated M content in this chapter.
Sookie POV
I pull the car around to the back of the house, I don't feel like anybody dropping by, or Sam thinking I decided not to come to work for the heck of it. And I wanted some privacy too.
I get out, and pull the seat forward for Pam to get out.
"Thank you so much for the ride from hell, Sookie, I don't think my legs work right anymore. Dammit, the sun will be up soon, I'm tired, I'm hungry…." Pam groused.
I get them both inside quickly. Eric had called the timing perfectly.
"Where is this cubby I've been hearing so much about?" Pam asked.
I open the armoire doors and she looks down.
"Oh wow, that is nice", she says, loyal as ever. "You can tell it's Eric's taste."
"Go on", I say, rolling my eyes, and she swings her leg unto the ladder.
"You have to go with her", I tell Eric.
"You're letting me have the bed like a gentleman", Pam informs him.
"You heard what I said, it's all yours, Pam, I need to talk to Sookie", he says.
"The sun is risin, you need your sleep. We'll talk when you wake up", I say. He closes the door behind Pam.
"I only want to talk about one thing", he says, rubbing his eyes. It's like he's drunk when he's this tired….or has had an overabundance of fairy blood.
"It's time for bed", I tell him.
As I start to turn, he grabs my arm.
"Not quite yet", he says, "I want some answers Miss Stackhouse."
He's giving me the look that intimidates everyone who ever met him. The same look he was giving the accountant the first time I came to help him with my gift.
"You say you want him, but you kiss me", he starts. "You want me, but only if I don't remember who I am. Then I'm safe for you. Like a trained dog. You wanted Bill, but could never stop dreaming about me. You push us both away. Now you call me "baby" when it suits you, then turn me away when it doesn't. Bill is gone from your life now. The way you ran into my arms…" he stops, "You, Miss Stackhouse, are a tease."
My mouth flaps open like a guppy. There are things I want to say to that. That's entirely unfair.
"The only thing you've ever been consistently is inconsistent", he says. "I don't think you know what you want."
"I know exactly what I want…a man who is nice, and kind, and strong, and I don't have to justify anything to you!" I howl.
"No, my dear, you can't make up your mind, but there's where you're lucky", he says. When Eric smiles like that, it's a little….scary.
He grabs me and lifts me high into the air. "Luckily, I'm making up your mind for you."
Son of a bitch! "Fuck you!" I scream.
He seizes my mouth as he holds me above him in the air, and plunders it with his tongue. His tongue tickles and massages mine. Then he takes my lower lip into his mouth and he sucks until it starts to bleed.
His fangs snap out, and I lick them slowly, first one, then the other.
"I'm going to eat you, Miss Stackhouse", he says, "Because it makes you come again and again. And because I enjoy it, and because I'm fucking STARVING!"
I lift up my legs and wrap them around his chest. He boosts me up with hands.
We're smashing into Gran's pictures on the way up the stairs.
He kicks open the door, and we fall onto the bed – all 6'4, 220 pounds of muscled Viking, lands right on top of me.
I'm whimpering as he takes off my sundress. He opens buttons down the front and then licks from panties up to neck.
"Tickles", I say, as he does it again.
"It's gonna do more than that", he says against my ear.
He pulls off his own pants.
"I wanted to do this…more slowly", he says, his face buried in my breasts. "But…we'll have to get to that later."
We're both naked. He's so hard, he's pressed upward against his stomach. He sits up in bed. I swing my legs over him, he lifts me up…and impales me as come down hard.
I scream out, but he smothers it with a kiss. "Relax", he says, "Pull your knees up." I follow his directions, and the pain ebbs, and all I feel is…filled up.
"Is that better?" he asks.
"Much", I answer.
"Impressed?" he asks, with a smirk.
"Fucking Eric Northman. I thought for a second this was bigger than your ego, but I was wrong", I laugh.
He just throws his head back and laughs.
"The sun is rising", I warn him.
"I remember that used to mean it was time for breakfast", he says, and I moan. I brush my hair off my shoulder. I feel his hot breath on my throat, then his nose tickles my neck as he sniffs me. Then he licks and nuzzles closer.
A slight pinch and it fades almost instantly. He sucks harder at first to start a flow and then I feel him relax and suck with a steady rhythm.
"Mmmm", he moans, and massages the back of my neck as he drinks. I put my hand on the back of his head, run my fingers through sweaty blonde hair, and push his mouth closer.
"Yes", I cry out, grinding against him. My pleasure spurns his on and he rocks against me. He puts both hands on my bottom and yanks me toward him.
As an orgasm rips through me, he holds me tight. I grind harder, he speeds up, and follows me. The warmth is amazing. He shakes with pleasure. I did that. I gave this amazingly powerful creature that feeling.
He dislodges his fangs from my neck, and then cleans up after himself with his tongue. Then cuts his finger and rubs the blood on my neck, where it heals instantly.
"I have an idea", I say, and run out of the room.
"Sookie?" he asks.
"Shit!" I have to go downstairs . Though the blinds on my bedroom windows are drawn, the ones downstairs are decidedly not. Light is flooding through the downstairs windows. I couldn't move him through here now if I wanted to. He would have to stay where he was.
I come back with sheets, nails, thumb tacks, tape…
"Help", I say, handing some to him.
"This is a home improvement project?" he asks, completely naked, not a drop of modesty.
"Kind of, yes. It's a "stop Eric from fryin up like fat back bacon" project", I say and he just stares, and then laughs. "The windows are open downstairs, you can't get to the cubby now."
I nail, pin, and tape every sheet I can find over the windows.
"I'm not sure Pam would appreciate me walking in while in this condition anyway", he says.
"You didn't really think this through", I say, "You're pretty old to be so reckless."
"Oww!" he cries out, and smoke rises from the hand he's using to hang the sheet.
"Ya big dummy, we should have thought this through more", I say.
It's as dark as it's ever going to be in here.
"I have to find out from one of those hotels how they light block a room", I say.
He looks around. "This is good, it'll work", he says.
We both look at each other and realize the miracle.
"Let's go to bed", I say, excited.
We lay down together in the bed. I'm on my back, and he immediately lies on his stomach and snuggles close for comfort. This is the Eric I fell in love with, and I don't have to look into his eyes to find him. He throws a leg over me. He's not letting this miracle, or his desire to be held, slip away. I pull him closer, wrap my arms around him, and tuck his blonde head under my chin.
And we sleep. Together. For the first time.