A/N: As always, I heart you guys longtime. You gave me so much feedback on the last chappy, so I thought I'd get this one out. I won't be able to do another for a day or two. Though I love doing the lemony lemon time, I am eager to get to more talk and Eric's surprise. As always, I have no Beta, so please pardon all the word and grammar fuckery. Rated M for adults only, my kittens. This means author's notes, language and naughty, dirty, blood-sucking sex (see below). Also, all characters belong to Charlaine Harris, lucky girl.
Chapter 11
Eric's fangs were already down. He sniffed her neck, scraped his fangs along her jugular and pulled his head back to look into her eyes. His pupils were so dilated, she could barely make out the deep blue around them. His fangs seemed to be...larger than usual? If that was possible. He was still staring her dead (ha) in the eyes while he slowly ground her hips into his engorged length. She was pretty sure she felt that get larger, too. The pressure he was applying with his grip was pleasurable, but edging closer to a tiny bit painful.
"Tell me, Sookie", in a voice that almost didn't sound like his "How is it you smell even more strongly of fae, this night?" He was looking at her in the way Pam had spoken of, hunter versus hunted. She very much felt like prey. Should she be worried? She didn't like what she felt coming through the bond-lust, hunger, excitement of a not-so-nice variety. If Pam was right, she might need her help.
Gulp. "Baby, if that's true, then I just don't know. All I did today was eat, drink coffee then come back here to you." She looked at him with imploring eyes and pushed all the love she had at him. "Should I-should I be worried? Eric? You wouldn't hurt me, right?"
At that, his eyes cleared a bit. Though his pupils were still dilated and his fangs still bigger than usual, she felt love, determination, lots of lust, and a little guilt coming through now. His hands moved from her hips to gently wrap around her and he held the back of her head and rocked her a little.
"Lover, I am so sorry if I scared you. I admit, I did feel a little overwhelmed by your scent. It was not this strong yesterday. I wonder if this has anything to do with the white light we saw last night." Relaxing considerably, Sookie leaned back some and felt his still rock hard cock right between her folds. Eric, gently this time, massaged her hips, where he'd been holding before and applied a little pressure downward, to press her nub right against the hardest part of him and then slowly rubbed the ridge of his head up and down over it.
Trying to form a coherent sentence with all of that going on, "What would that have to do with my...uuummmmm, Eric... fae smell, though?"
He said, obviously able to carry on a normal conversation and provide the most delicious distractions at the same time, "From what little I know of magic, the more you practice it, or are immersed in it, the more magical your whole being becomes. In your instance, because I am vampire, and you are fairy, it is possible the first sign of your powers increasing is your..." deep sniff, then a shiver "scent."
"Now, my little fairy vixen, are you ready for your capture?" Sookie nodded, by this time so close to orgasm from his stroking, she couldn't speak.
With that, he lifted her up and impaled her on his hard length. He brought her almost all the way up to just the tip, then slammed her back down and ground his hips against her clit on the down stroke. It took a total of two repetitions of that move and Sookie came, screaming while her now trademark light exploded all around them. They lifted up off the bed several inches. Eric felt it first, since he was on bottom, but Sookie didn't notice till her legs dangled downward from their former position, kneeling around his waist.
Her mouth fell open, her eyes as big as saucers and they fell back down on to the bed. "Eric-!" He smirked at her. She couldn't tell if it was to say "magic-told you so", or if it was because she had come so quickly. Or both.
He never missed a beat, smothered her protest and shock with a deep kiss and flipped them over, so she was on her back underneath him. He went right back to his delicious thrusting. He was still sliding his tongue in and out, sucking on her tongue and mimicking the rhythm he was making down below. She decided to file the levitation away for later. She drove him crazy by swirling her tongue around his fangs. He repaid her by lifting her hips up off the bed, to go deeper, hitting at her ultra-sensitive spot. Within seconds of her last one, she felt another orgasm rearing it's lovely head. Eric could feel her walls beginning to clench around him.
"Control it Sookie. See if you can focus the energy, direct it!" She felt the drawing, the pull of the energy that made her feel tingly. As she felt him rub against her spot one last time, the waves of pleasure washed over her and as the energy tried to cocoon around them she mentally reigned it in and pushed it into Eric. He came, very suddenly and very powerfully, as she felt every muscle in his body tense. He yelled out, in his native tongue, his eyes wide and shocked. She could feel him inside her, swelling so huge, then throbbing and pumping as he spilled his seed. He crumpled on top of her.
As she had a few aftershocks of her own, he must have had a hundred more. He was weak and sated and she had never seen him have such a reaction to an orgasm before. He was acting almost...human. Not that she knew, just what she saw from other women's (and some men's) minds of what they did after sex. While her breath returned to normal, he seemed to also be out of breath. She wrapped her arms around him and he moved onto his side next to her, taking her with him, so they faced each other.
"Uhm, honey? You okay?" He just looked at her, seemingly unable to speak.
He did though his voice was hoarse, "Did you do that, my love?"
Yippee-it was finally her turn to smirk. "Do what?" She looked at him cockily.
He gave her a wobbly grin. "If that is what happens when you focus your energy, then we need to talk to Niall more than I thought."
"So, I guess I do have some type of powers. He never een mentioned the possibility to me. What do you think of the levitation off the bed?" Oh," she just remembered, "Do you think that's why you woke up this afternoon?"
He looked thoughtful, propped up on his elbow. "I am not sure if that was our bond that woke me, your magic, or a combination of both. What is also strange is that I seemed semi-conscious at certain parts of my rest today. A few seconds before I awoke, when you were here, I was conscious of your presence and you touching me. Then, I felt your emotions and woke up." He positioned himself on top of her, his arms supporting his weight, so he could nuzzle her neck and run one hand up and down her body. Not in a sexual way, just in a soothing, wanting to be as close as possible way. "Later, I'm not sure how much longer, I became conscious of you again. You were not in here with me, but nearby and you were worrying about something. I could feel your fear and jealousy, but also your love and resolve. What were you doing, Lover?"
She was shocked to her core. "Wait-have you ever been able to wake during the day, aside from Rhodes I mean, or felt aware of someone and their feelings before? Maybe, with Pam?"
He looked at her with a little awe and reverence in his eyes."Never, only for you, Sookie. Even at Rhodes. While I know my age affords me extra powers in certain circumstances, never has anyone been able to rouse me during the day, and made me functional; had me break open a reinforced window and fly two people and myself to safety in the the searing sun. It has to have been your influence, even then." Suddenly, he remembered this morning. "And I stayed up several minutes-maybe fifteen or twenty-past sunrise this morning. That has never happened before, either." He was nuzzling the notch at the base of her neck, absentmindedly. "Maybe it is from your blood. It is the only explanation I could think of as to how any magic could pass to me."
Her temperature was rising from the nuzzling he was doing, not to mention his fingers idly stroking her hip bones.
"Speaking of which" she began tracing her fingers down his happy trail to do a little stroking of her own. "You never got your fairy happy meal", with that she squeezed him and stroked, moving in tiny little up and down patterns, barely moving but just enough to drive him crazy.
He growled at her. "Are you offering?" and began making torturous circles with his tongue on her nipple, scraping them with his fangs, ever so lightly, just enough to drive her crazy. And he knew it.
"Well, it would be your prize for being able to catch a powerful and quick fairy such as myself," she winked at him. The sight of that cocky wink was about the sexiest thing he had ever seen, which spurred him to action.
"Oh, well in that case..." He slid his body down, with his head between her legs, neither one able to withstand any delay. His tongue parted her folds, while his fingers slid in to her slick center. He licked her from front to back, moving his head side to side lapping all of her, tongue swirling circles on her nub and simultaneously scraping his fangs on either side. She cried out in ecstasy, knowing she wouldn't last long, yet again.
In the blink of an eye, he moved them, so he was on his back and she was kneeling, her legs on either side of his head and he was pulling her core down onto his face. Startled, she cried out "Eric-" suddenly very shy at this new position. He looked at her, his eyes setting her on fire and said, "Touch me, lover. And keep your eyes on me" And that was all it took.
She reached behind her, and took his length in her hand and stroked and squeezed him for all she was worth. His fingers and tongue and fangs wreaked havoc on her lady bits, and it felt so different from this angle. Watching him in this position was almost as pleasurable as the sensations he was causing, and the look in his eyes made her want to fuck his brains out and he knew it.
As predicted, she felt herself approach climax, all too soon-she enjoyed this new position. But she knew Eric needed to feed, so she wasn't complaining. She could feel the tingling starting up in her middle-she was getting better at feeling the magic coming (harhar)-and decided to experiment. He felt her begin her ascent, and turned his head to bite her thigh, causing her orgasm to crash into her hard and fast.
While riding the waves, she pushed all her energy down into herself, through her blood, envisioning it coursing through her veins and down to Eric. He moaned, his eyes widened, got a far away, dreamy look, then rolled back into his head. They began to levitate again and higher this time, no white light, but sparkling all around them as Sookie continued pushing the energy into herself. She seemed to be extending her own orgasm, or was that him, extending it by drawing her blood? She was still gripping and pumping him, harder now, leaning way back and stroking his balls with her other hand. He came, his mouth and fangs still latched on, drawing from her, which made her orgasm again. She lost all sense of concentration, with the multiple orgasms, Eric's orgasm, energy, blood, sparkling-she overloaded.
Suddenly they fell to the floor. She went somewhere primal and scary, she would think back later. She was on top of Eric again. She growled and bit his neck, tearing the skin with her blunt teeth, sucking him like she was going to drain him. First surprised, then aroused at her feral need for his blood, his own primal nature kicked in, when he smelled all that fairy blood from the wounds on her thigh he had never had a chance to lick closed. Quickly, before he lost the last remaining wits he had about him, he pricked the tip of his finger and rubbed it on her wounds to close them. The wound on his neck closed and Sookie growled and bit him again. That put him over the edge.
Sitting upright, adjusting her to straddle him so they could both feed freely, he ravenously bit into her neck. Together, they formed a circuit, her blood flowing into him and his right back into her. He slammed her down on to his cock. While he tried to direct her with his hands on her hips, she fought for dominance, trying to ride him as hard as her legs and pelvis would let her. She grabbed his hair and pulled, biting into his neck a third time.
They both completely lost themselves-nothing other than feeding and fucking. Undirected, the white light and sparkles recharged and got brighter. It never went away this whole time. Small bolts and sparks were flying off of them, the furniture all lifted up off the floor a few inches. She leaned back, still riding him, grabbed his head from her neck and roughly kissed him. Their combined blood mingled together in their mouths, Sookie sucked on his fangs and nipped at his lips. She held his chin and they looked into each others eyes. A visible electric current flowed between them. She grabbed his head, held it to her breast and ordered him, "Bite. Now." He did and at that moment, they both climaxed together. Their light turned almost blue and became blinding.
As it faded, it seemed to fade into Sookie, making her glow a faint blue for a few seconds before petering out. The furniture had all fallen back to the ground, though neither one could tell you when. She leaned her head into the crux of his neck, exhausted and confused and a little scared.
Eric leaned his back up against the bed, pulled the blanket down to wrap around them, and, amazingly, they both dozed.
