Chapter Eleven

Eric dug his fangs deep, growling against her thigh as he drank.

Divinity.

That's what he tasted when he drank from her. Something divine. He hadn't tasted her blood in so long that the moment it hit his tongue, his eyes rolled in the back of his head before sliding closed. Nothing could describe what he tasted. Nothing but freedom and sunshine.

He swore he could feel the light piercing his veins, lighting him up from the inside out as he took from her.

My God, but she was decadent.

He bit down harder and jerked her closer to his face and then lifted her knee over his shoulder so that her thighs were open, the inside of one pressed against his face. He felt her jerk in surprise from the move and felt the pain pulsing in her thigh. But he also felt a mild pleasure through the Blood Bond.

Both of her hands tightened in his hair.

He inhaled at the same time he drank, trying to take in as much as possible.

He hadn't expected on seeing her again so soon. She'd acted sooner than he had anticipated, not that he minded the difference. If he could push those buttons of hers, he was going to push and push. He'd acted and she had reacted. Sookie had fallen right into his hands and her blood right into his salivating mouth.

He'd wanted her to tell him no. Just so he could taste her again. He'd played everything to a fine tune and now, he was getting a partial of what he wanted. Her blood. He'd known she would tell him no and Sookie hadn't disappointed.

A deal was a deal and he'd come out the victor.

His fangs retracted and he lifted his head. Twin trails of blood pooled and slowly started a trickle downward. He didn't close the wound, just leaned in and flicked his tongue out over the beginning trail. "Open yourself to me." He murmured, sucking on the smooth skin. "Now."

He wanted her to feel what he was feeling. The taste of her blood, the ecstasy and the wanton desire it brought.

It took everything she had to sit still and not stop him. And all because she wanted him to continue. She hadn't been prepared for the stinging bite and her thigh throbbed from the thrust of his fangs and the initial pain. Her fingers twisted in his hair before she forced herself to release him and gripped the edge of the desk, staring down at his bent head.

What had happened? How? She'd come here with his clothes and now he was between her thighs and a thoroughly intimate manner.

The blood beat his lips and trailed down the inside of her thigh and the short distance to the desk but Eric was there, his tongue cleaning the double red lines before moving back to the twin holes. He didn't bite her again, just tongued the wound and sucked gently.

Sweet baby Jesus...

His eyes met hers and the sound of his fangs coming into view echoed in her ears. They were stained red but the sight was somehow...erotic. His lips mimicked the image, red with her blood. Her chest moved as she inhaled.

Staring into the blue, hungerous depths of his eyes, Sookie cautiously allowed the pressure of the Blood Bond to open between them. His lips fell into that familiar smile that she was growing familiar with as his head dipped again. She couldn't move, she couldn't do anything but stare as his lips moved seductively over her skin. He sucked at the twin holes again and she could feel the warning glide of his fangs.

And she could feel.

Hunger. Heaven. Decadent. Lust. A frenzy of need. Power.

A strange awe filled her, because they weren't her emotions. They were coming from him. That and so much more. He opened his mouth wider and she saw his fangs lengthening and she tensed, but instead of the stabbing pleasure filled pain from before, there was only a mild sting as his fangs buried themselves in her thigh again.

Sorrow. He hadn't meant to hurt her.

And now he was making up for the pain from before—and warranting himself a second taste because he couldn't not taste her again. His eyes slid closed and Eric pulled her very life into his body. His fingers tightened around her thigh, his nails threatening to bruise her skin.

He could drink her dry—drain her. The fairy in her blood called to the darkness in him, making him want the light that she brought. He cared too much to do that. So he settled for the taste of her as she was now. In his arms willingly, her body on his desk with her head thrown back.

How could she have denied him for so long?

How could he have denied himself a taste of her for so long?

He pulled hard and fresh, warm blood filled his mouth and slid down his throat, coating his body from the inside.

The pain was gone. There was only the enthralling pull and suck of his mouth against her skin, his fangs embedded. There was something erotic in the way a vampire fed, if they did it right. Seductively and with a proper want for not just themselves, but for the person they were feeding from. Eric was doing that. Not only could she feel the pleasure Eric was feeling, but the expression on his face was serene.

Her eyes slid closed and Sookie reveled in the serene moment. Her thigh was deliciously numb. She forced her eyes open as a strange euphoria filled her. "Eric..." Sookie whispered, brushing a hand through his blonde hair.

He pulled harder with his lips and tongue, caressing her knee with his thumb.

Sookie let her head fall back again so that she was staring up at the ceiling and the light fixture. His fangs had retracted again but he was still sucking, bruising her skin in his hunger. It felt good in a strange way. He wasn't hurting her. He was almost pampering her as he took from her.

Her vision blurred.

She blinked and reached out, pulling at his hair gently. "Stop, Eric. Too much." Sookie whispered softly, caressing his neck.

Her words registered on him and Eric pulled back, watching with hunger as her precious blood pooled again. He lifted a hand and pricked his thumb and smoothed his own blood over the bite. The bite slowly began to knit itself back together and when there was nothing but her own smooth flesh and blood, he leaned forward and cleaned the area with his tongue.

Eric lowered her leg from his shoulder and stood smoothly between her thighs. She was nearly level with him when sitting on the desk. He cupped her cheek and then the side of her neck, his thumb smoothing over her pulse. "Forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Sookie shook her head. "You didn't." There had only been the initial pain of his first bite, but that had quickly faded into...something else.

"Such a pretty little liar you are." Eric smiled, stroking her soft skin. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and tilted her face up to his. He gave her plenty of time to realize his intention and pull away. She didn't.

Sookie was so lost from his intimate kiss on her thigh, or maybe it was the blood lost that she couldn't have stopped his kiss even if she'd wanted to. So she took it. There was nothing vampiric about it. All he did was brush his lips against hers in a tender kiss. She tasted herself there, a warm slickness but couldn't find it in herself to be disgusted.

She sighed.

Eric pulled back and studied her expression and the pallor of her skin. His fangs shot down again and he lifted his arm and bit into his own wrist.

Her eyes widened. "No."

This time it was Eric who shook his head. "I took too much."

Where his sureness in being able to kiss her hadn't annoyed her, this managed to do so. "I don't want your blood, Eric." She couldn't find it in herself to argue the point loudly and with ardor. 'No' would have to do. "Heal yourself."

Eric arched an eyebrow and took the back of her neck again, but he didn't push her. He merely caressed. "You need it. Drink." Eric insisted softly, pressing his bleeding wrist against her lips.

Sookie sighed...her throat worked as she swallowed, his blood sliding down her parched throat, strengthening her body...

"Good girl." Eric said teasingly.

Sookie blinked as he pulled his wrist away and swept his tongue over the wound, sealing it. She reeled back in horror and sudden realization.

Eric had glamoured her into taking his blood. There was no if this time. He'd glamoured her and she hadn't even stood a chance.

Eric felt the emotion instantly and his hand whipped out, gripping her chin. "What is it? I feel your panic."

"You gave me your blood." Sookie said dully. Not a drop—but a healthy dose of his blood. She knew what that meant. Dreams. Wet dreams. Lots of them.

Eric paused, staring down at her. "Yes, I did. You've had my blood before." He grinned, as if he understood exactly where her thoughts had gone... "Just a forefront of what's going to come."

Wet dreams. Dreams that were almost real. Realistic dreams. But it had easily distracted Eric. Not to mention distracted her somewhat. He'd just taken her blood. Her heart gave in again. "...are we done?" God, how pathetic did that sound? Not what she had wanted to say at all. But were they? Or...

Eric gave her a lecherous grin. "Am I going to fuck you now, Sookie?" He asked bluntly.

Her nipples hardened.

He cupped his hands over her thighs and then spread them, stepping between again. His hands moved downward and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist. Her scent spiked. He used his vampire speed and her back came up against the door, leveraging her over him by inches.

Sookie inhaled hard, bracing her arms on his shoulders. He was pressed against her hard, trapping her between him and the door. Trapping her against the door and his raging hard-on.

He squeezed her ass in both hands.

"Tell me why you're afraid of me. You know I would never hurt you." That fear had something to do with him. He just didn't understand what. Or why.

"I'm not afraid of you." Sookie murmured, her words a little more breathless than she would have liked.

"Not now you're not. But I felt it, Sookie." He squeezed her ass again and then his fingers dipped beneath the material of her shorts and groped her bare ass. "All you have to do is tell me. And then I'll fuck you. Right here. Right now."

Hell. Fuck. Pissy fuck! His words turned her on and Sookie wanted to cry. Like hell. How was she supposed to talk at all when he was touching her like that?

His fangs sliced down and Sookie clamped her hand over his mouth. "No. You already..." She said breathlessly.

Eric chuckled and tugged her hand down. "A deal's a deal." He murmured again in agreement and let her slowly slide down his body. "You want me, Sookie. But I'm not going to fuck you until you tell me. I still stand by our bargain. Do you really want to deny yourself the pleasure I can give you?"

That's exactly what he was going to do. He was going to kiss the truth out of her. He was going to touch it out of her, tease her and drive the truth from her body like he was going to drive his dick into the very core of her.

"There's nothing to tell." Even to Sookie, it sounded like a lie. He'd just rendered her incompetent of normal speech. Damn him!

Eric turned her in the position of the door and grabbed the doorknob. "Now go home, Sookie. And don't come back here unless I myself accompany you." He stressed the word 'accompany'.

Sookie snapped her mouth shut because she couldn't think of anything to say. She had no intentions of coming back to Fangtasia. At least in the near future. Eric was still in her future, but it was a very, very uncertain future. Eric opened the door for her and she stepped through.

"Sweet dreams, lover." Eric murmured teasingly in her ear.

Sookie nearly ran for the exit, Eric's laugh carrying behind her. Sweet dreams her ass.

Eric watched Sookie's hasty retreat with a smile on his lips. She'd almost told him. Almost. Her sudden silence was amusing. He'd never heard her so quiet before. He wondered her quiet her mouth would be around his dick.

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