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Eric's POV

I flew as fast as I could towards Sookie's Bon Temps farmhouse. Her fear pulsed through me, and I cursed Niall Brigant in my head. If he lied to me, I would skin the flesh from his bones before I drained the bastard dry. His assurances of his other kin's involvement in her rescue weren't reassuring to me at all. I still couldn't quite believe the audacity he'd shown in our meeting. Could I believe a single word he said? His frank demeanor and forthright talk didn't fool me for a second. He'd mostly spoke in god damned circles, dangling bits of information in front of me, like I was a fucking dog with a bone. It was completely unfathomable to me that the Prince of the Fae wanted to bond his blood to a vampire, and if he did, it could surely be to benefit himself. There had to be much, much more to this story. I won't make any further moves until I know more.

I concentrated on the bond between us as I flew. It had been less clear ever since she disappeared, but I could still feel her, and sensed I was heading in the right direction. A sense of relief flowed through me. Her fear was still present, but it was mingling with shock and surprise. And, strangest of all, I could still feel good amounts of lust and desire pulsing in our bond. The passion she'd showed in my office was tremendous and nearly awe-inspiring, but there was little explanation why a kidnapping hadn't dampened her desires. She was an oddly fascinating creature. Her reactions and emotions were never what I expected. Even as I flew closer and closer towards her, I still had no idea what to expect from her when I arrived. I didn't know what I wanted from her when I arrived, either. Our moments in my office were etched in my brain forever, but it had been an unexpected, and largely unwelcome, complication.

The fairy aroma hit me as I began to descend, a couple of hundred yards away from her house. I cursed Brigant again. I hadn't though about this on my way here, but I can bet Brigant did. If it was his true desire to have me bond to Sookie, he was certainly setting the scene well. I knew I would be walking into a fairy scented Sookie's house. It was hard enough to resist her without the manipulations of the fucking Fae. I bitterly wondered if he'd had his kin light candles and shove on some Barry White, while they were at it. A sudden bolt of lust, heavily tinged with embarrassment, filtered through the bond, nearly causing me to fall from the sky. I actually shuddered under the force of her desire and all thoughts of restraint started to slip from my mind again. Who was this girl who could shake me so damned easily? I suddenly wanted to know what was causing her reactions. Who was this fairy kin of Niall? Now that I thought of it, all Niall had said was his grandchild would be escorting Sookie home. He wouldn't be stupid enough to send someone to seduce her, would he? It was the kind of underhanded trick Niall would be prone to, if for no other reason than to provoke me into making a move in his favor.

I dropped the final couple of feet to her porch and pounded on the door. "Sookie? Sookie? Open the door. It's me. It's Eric." I felt like a complete fool banging on her door. I wanted to kick it in.

The door finally swung open and I was nearly brought to my knees with the delectable aromas wafting out the opened door. There was an overpowering scent of Fae in the air, and emanating from Sookie herself. But it was her scent, her unique sweetness that made me want to drop to my knees and worship her. The scent of her arousal was so incredibly strong. She stood there in her blood stained dress, still looking as exquisitely, arousingly innocent as she had in my office, her hair now tousled and tumbling in golden, sun-kissed curls down her back. She was like a sunbeam in an underground cavern. She offered hope in the darkness.

"Won't you please come in?" Her words spurred me to action, and without thinking, I closed the distance between us and pulled her into my embrace. My face found a new home, surrounded by the silky locks of her hair. I breathed deeply, taking in lungfuls of her scent. Unnecessary, but I was trying desperately to acclimatise myself to the fairy scent in the air. If I couldn't get a grip, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from taking her right there on the hard wooden floor. My large hands skimmed up her back, coming to rest on the skin exposed by the low back of her dress. She was so soft, so hot to touch. I reluctantly pulled myself together, and was about to separate from her when I felt her small hand creep downward over the back of my jeans. The little minx was copping a feel of my ass. Amusement warred with a sudden peak of arousal in my body.

My amusement was short lived, however, when she started to move against me, twisting herself wantonly in my arms. My thigh registered the incredible heat emanating from her core which she was rubbing in small, but noticeable, movements across my upper thigh. The image in my head alone sent more blood pounding into my already stiff cock. Her hands were tugging me closer to her as her cheek rubbed back and forth across my chest, marking me with her scent. Small, incoherent mewling noises were coming from her. Her small body was burning up, her skin flaming. I could feel some of her heat being absorbed by my body and I quivered inside with the emotions she was invoking in me.

"Ssshhh, lover." I murmured the words to her, my face still buried in her hair. I pulled back reluctantly, raising a hand to cup her face. "It's over now. Shush, now. I have you." I placed my hand under her chin and raised her flushed face to mine. My mood shifted instantly when I saw the dark bruise forming on her cheek. Fucking bastard. I touched a finger gently to her damaged flesh. "What happened?" I asked quietly. "I will fucking kill Compton for this."

She laughed. "That's what I said." She pulled back from me, putting a couple of inches of space between us. Her face lowered to the ground for a moment before she looked up at me from under her lashes. She looked shy and absolutely adorable. "I told him you would kill him when you found him. He didn't like my answer." She shrugged and stepped backwards, moving away from me. I felt the loss of her heat immediately.

"I will kill him. Did he hurt you any other way, Sookie?" I knew he hadn't raped her, but I could smell him on her. I will fucking kill him for this, Sophie-Ann be damned. I knew then that I would kill anybody who harmed a single shiny golden hair on her head.

"No. Not really." She shook her head, but a fresh blush stained her cheeks. "He did put something in my drink, but Claudine told me I would be alright tomorrow."

"Claudine came for you? Claudine Crane?" No supernaturally seductive male fairies, then. Not yet.

She shrugged her shoulders. "She just said Claudine. I don't know her, but she claimed she was my cousin."

She took two steps towards the living room before pausing and walking back to me. Picking up my larger, harder hand in her soft, smaller one, she lead me by the hand to the living room, directing us both towards the couch we had occupied on my last visit here. She plopped down in the center of the couch, tugging me down to sit beside her. I scooped her into my arms and placed her in my lap, her back against the arm of the couch. I half expected her to protest or pull away, but she settled her head against my chest. She fit into my body like I was made as her resting place. It felt too good.

"I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind, but my legs just won't hold me up." She spoke quietly, her fingers tracing circular patterns around the center of my chest. "I knew you would come for me."

"I will never let anyone harm you, Sookie." I hesitated to bring it up, but I had to know what she knew of Compton's plans. "Why did you come to see me this evening, Sookie?"

I felt the already incredible heat coming from her body spike even further and to my amazement, her ass rubbed against me in slow, languorous circles. The movements were small, but distinct against my straining muscles. I could feel her desire spike through the bond. She was obviously recalling what happened in my office, as I tried not to.

"I had a feeling Bill Compton was up to no good. I didn't know it was you I was coming to see." Her intense blue eyes caught mine. They were full of reproach. "He'd been up my rear end for weeks, and he just wouldn't take no for an answer. Then he started asking me to go to New Orleans with him, even offering to pay me to go. I think he tried that glamour thing you all do on me, too. I was scared of what he might do, so my boss - Sam Merlotte? He said you guys know each other? - well, Sam told me I needed to see the Sheriff and file a complaint. I came to see you, and well, you know the rest."

"I couldn't tell you I was Sheriff, Sookie. That's not something humans are aware of, our power structure. I told you more than I should have that night." Merlotte technically shouldn't have told her, either, but I wasn't going to hold him responsible. She needed all the protection she could get.

"Oh, yeah?" She sat up straighter in my lap, her chin stuck out in a rebellious pose. "So why does Sam know all about it, then? What do you say to that?"

"Sookie, it's just humans who are unaware of the way vampire's rule themselves. All the other supernatural groups are aware, of course."

"So what? What does that have to do with Sam?" Oh, Christ. I don't know why I assumed she knew her bosses true nature.

"Perhaps that's something you should ask him." I chose my words carefully. "Did Bill tell you anything else? Give you any indication of where he was taking you?"

"He said a couple of times he was turning me over to someone else tomorrow. He said where he was taking me your actions would be considered treasonous. I don't know who or where, though. He didn't say. I think he was planning on taking me to his house tonight. He lives just across the cemetery from here." Her small frame shook as she said the last words. I could only imagine what he'd said to her about what he was going to do her there. One of my hands found its way to her hair, stroking through the silken strands in a soothing pattern, while the other glided up and down the smooth skin of her calf. My cock pulsed furiously against the pressure of her round bottom, and I could still feeling her rocking back and forth against me slightly. The friction was driving me mad. It had been a bad impulse to pull her into my arms like this, but I barely had time to regret it before she sprung out of my grasp to land on her feet. Clearly her reflexes were still heightened.

"Can I offer you anything? I picked up some True Blood. Can I get you some? You hold on here, and I will get you some." Without waiting for a reply, she practically flew out of the room. I heard the fridge door open and shut. I sat there stunned for a moment. What had made her so jittery? I sat and waited patiently for her to return. I could feel a myriad of swirling feelings coming from her, but her emotions were fluctuating at an alarming rate. I couldn't decipher her sudden distress. I heard the microwave ding, but when she didn't return a minute later, I got up to investigate. I had no expectations of what I would find, but I guarantee I never expected to see Sookie Stackhouse, standing in her kitchen, rubbing ice over her body.

"What are you doing, lover?" I couldn't help the way my voice sounded. I wasn't trying to be seductive, but she was bewitching me. What the hell was she doing? One hand was rubbing a cube of ice across the tops of her breasts, while the other was stroking a matching cube up and down the insides of her thighs, where she had the skirt of her dress bunched up. Water was trickling down her legs and soaking into the top of her white dress. Her nipples showed clearly through her dress. I took an instinctive step towards her. She was enchanting me.

She looked up at me quickly, desperation etched clearly across her features. A wave of lust shot through her when her eyes met mine. She remained motionless for a long moment before she was sprinting across the kitchen and jumping up into my arms. Her lips crashed into mine, her tongue sweeping out to tease the crease of my lips. I was stunned, but I held her firmly to me and opened my mouth to her. Her tongue swept into my mouth, caressing against my tongue. My fangs clicked down and my tongue began warring with hers for dominance. She was kissing me like her life depended on it, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. My hands slipped down to grip her ass, holding her up as she rubbed herself against me. I pressed her hot core against my straining erection and she responded with a moan into my mouth before I felt her fingers slip down my back, pulling and tugging at my T-shirt. Her heated hands stroked every inch of flesh she could reach, while her mouth continued it's exploration of mine.

She pulled back suddenly, gasping for air, and stared at my fangs before leaning forward again and caressing the length of them with her tongue. I nearly came undone in my pants. Just as I was about to claim her mouth again, she jumped from my arms and spun around, gripping the edge of the countertop with her hands. I could see the whiteness in her knuckles, she was gripping so tightly. A growl ripped from my chest. She will be the death of me. I looked at her back, noting the tremors wracking her slim back.

"Sookie? What's wrong?" I didn't understand what just happened. My fangs clicked back in.

"I think you should just leave, Eric. I'm sorry for what I did. It was inappropriate. This isn't your problem, though, and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone." She sounded choked, her voice came out kind of strangled and breathless. I went to her, placing my hands on her shoulders. She was burning hot. I put gentle pressure on her shoulders, forcing her to face me. She was shaking, and tears streamed from her eyes.

"I'll go nowhere until you tell me what is wrong, Sookie. What's is it?" It occurred to me what she said about Claudine telling her about the drug Compton used. She said it wouldn't wear off until tomorrow. I assumed he'd used something to make her sleepy and compliant, but now I wondered. She was starting to look feverish. The bond was full of desire, lust, need and shame. She was truly troubled and torn, that was obvious. I stroked up and down her upper arms unconsciously. She shivered under my hands and swayed towards me again.

"I don't want to talk about it. I can't talk to you about it. I just need you to leave before I make an even bigger fool of myself." Another tear trickled down her face and without thinking, I captured it with the tip of my finger before popping it into my mouth. I closed my eyes briefly, savouring her taste on my tongue. She was truly exquisite. Her eyes widened at my action before she closed them again, scrunching up her face and moaning. She was squirming and wiggling in my grasp, and to my utter shock, her hips started to make contact with mine, bumping and twisting. Even as she tells me to leave, she casts her net more firmly around me.

"Lover, don't be foolish. You did nothing wrong, do you hear me? Nothing." She was confounding, and I was sure at this point she had indeed bewitched me. Even with her giving me an open out, which I thought I wanted, I was sticking around for more. "Look at me, Sookie. It's okay. Tell me what's wrong." I took a stab in the dark. "What did Claudine say about the drug you took?"

She let out a sob before trying to turn from me again. I held her firmly. It took her a moment, but she eventually answered, her voice little better than a whisper. "She just said it was meant to make me more complaint, so I wouldn't resist him."

A thought occurred to me then, and my blood ran cold. Surely the fucking prick wouldn't have done this to her? I thought I knew what he's given her, and it made me sick to think of it. Only the most depraved vampires I knew used these herbs.

"Did she tell you anything else, Sookie?" I spoke just as gently as she had, leaning my chin to rest on the top of her head. I didn't want her to see the look on my face. "Did she explain the side effects to you?"

"Yes." Her voice was small and timid, but I could feel her heartbeat thudding madly through her veins. It was intoxicating. "She said it would make me want you." She buried her head into my chest, her arms coming around my waist. She was pure flame against me. She trembled and shook against me, and I cursed Bill Compton to hell. I picked her up and sat her on the counter behind her and moved to stand between her legs. She tightened her thighs until they pressed to my hips. I leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss, stroking the side of her face.

"I think I know what he might have given you, Sookie. He meant for you to want him. If I'm right, the potion he gave you has been used by vampires to make their human companions more pliable and able to keep up with whatever sexual desires the vampire might want. The only relief comes with orgasm." I spoke carefully and slowly. I didn't want to scare her. If she knew the truth of what she's taken, she'd be terrified. In truth, these types of potions were used to increase the libido to the point of madness. To say they were mean to make one more pliable was the understatement of the century. The were meant to make humans horny as a bull in heat. "Don't be ashamed, little one. It's not your fault. Let me help you, lover. Yield to me, Sookie."

She stared at me, her chest heaving as she struggled to control her breathing. I could make all this stop for her if she let me. I wished I understood what was going on behind her wide eyes. She still wasn't speaking, but I could smell her intoxicating arousal all around us. The bond was pulsing inside me, a virtual storm of ragged emotion. I leaned in and rested my forehead against hers. I was too far gone to leave her right now. I wouldn't leave her in this state in any case. I was about to speak again when her words floated on a breath between us.

"Make love to me, my vampire."

It was all the permission I needed. I swept her to me, claiming her mouth, meeting her passion with rivers of my own. She again wrapped her silky thighs around my waist and I swiftly moved us to her bedroom. I found the zipper in the back of her dress and slid it down, sliding the straps from her shoulders as I did so. I waited until she drew back to gasp for air before I let her slide down the long length of my body. I groaned as her curves slipped through my grasp, but I took a step back when her feet touched the floor.

"Take off your dress, lover." My voice was husky as I looked at her in the filtered moonlight streaming into her room. She was so beautiful, so incredibly sexy.

She looked at me with pure fire in her eyes. One shimmy from her rounded hips and her dress pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her red heels and oh, so skimpy white panties. A knot formed in my stomach as I took her in. Perfection.

"Your turn." She stared at me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. In one smooth motion, my T-shirt was gone. Her mouth formed a sweet O as she stretched out one hand to trail across my tightened abdomen. She grabbed hold of my belt buckle and gave it a shake. "It's still your turn."

I took my time undoing the buckle before slowly sliding it free of it's loops and let it drop to the floor. The buckle clanged off the floor, and Sookie gave a delicious shiver, her breasts quivering with the movement. I kicked off my boots before I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down, shimmying my hips as she did, letting my jeans pool around my ankles. I kicked them free and stood before her in all my naked glory. My cock was fully erect, straining in her direction. Her gaze dropped and a small smile played around her lips. I grinned at her.

"Like what you see, lover?" I puffed myself up, preening before her. I knew I looked damned good.

"I do, but I'm feeling a little overdressed now." She was blushing all over, but her fingers slid tortuously slowly down her belly before hooking in the waistband of her lace underthings. She started to tug, but I grabbed her and swept her up into my arms, my lips pressed to hers again. I laid her out on the bed, coming to rest beside her. Kissing my way up her neck, licking and suckling the tender flesh, I whispered into her ear. "I'll take those off for you later." I captured her lips once again in a searing kiss, drinking her in. I could kiss this woman forever, she tasted like heaven.

Anxious to taste the rest of her, I reluctantly gave up her lips to move my attentions lower, my lips aching to wrap themselves around her peaked nipple. My hands were full of her glorious breasts, each a perfect handful. I massaged them in a circular motion as my lips alternated between her hard peaks, sucking each one into my mouth, my tongue playing with the pebbled texture surrounding her diamond hard peaks.

Her moans and sighs were driving me to distraction, but it was the insistent motion of her hips that drew my attention. I slid my hand down over her gently rounded belly, sliding my fingers under the waistband of her panties. I raised my head to capture her mouth once more before sliding further down in the bed. I paused to run my tongue across the underside of her breast, moving lower to tongue the delicate skin of her rib cage, smiling against her skin as she moaned and twisted under me. I let my finger slide lower, slipping slowly into her slit, dragging across her swollen clit. She bucked her hips violently at the brief contact. I continued licking and kissing down her sweet skin, pausing to let my tongue swirl through her belly button as my fingers mimicked the motion on her slick clit. She moaned my name, the sweetest sound I'd ever heard.

"Do you want more, Sookie?" I blew cold air from my lungs across her over heated flesh, watching the goose flesh rise. She twisted and turned on the bed, nearly thrashing. I moved lower to settle between her shapely thighs. I hooked my fingers over the lace at her hips. "Look at me, lover. Do you want more?" As she grunted out her permission, I ripped the fragile lace and swept the scant garment from her body. I gently nudged her thighs wider, gratified when she spread them fully. Her heady scent invaded me and I could wait no longer to taste her. I leaned in and swept my tongue up her silky wet flesh, flattening it to collect as much of her juices as I could. I groaned as her taste registered. It was pure ambrosia to my senses. I continued licking and sucking her sweetness, drawing her hardened clit into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth and tongue.

"Oh, God, Eric. Yes, please, please, yes!

I could feel her body tensing and I knew it wouldn't be long. I slid one finger inside her tight channel and curled it upwards, pressing and finding her spot with ease. A couple of rapid movements and I was rewarded with a flood of nectar accompanying the spasms racking through her frame, her hips arching up off the bed, pressing her core tightly to my face. She called my name, over and over, chanting it as her orgasm ripped through her. I pushed her down into place and held her with one arm flung over her hips. I wasn't finished. She was delectable. If I could survive on her juices, I would live between her thighs. I slowly licked and tasted her as her tremors subsided and her breathing evened slightly.

I buried my face in the crook of her leg, feeling the force of the blood moving through her femoral artery. She smelled so good, and my head was already swimming with her flavors and aromas. My fangs clicked down again and it was all I could do not to sink them into the firm flesh of her thigh. I dragged myself away and slid upwards to hold her in my arms, pulling her in for a kiss. She moaned as she tasted herself from my tongue and my cock twitched in anticipation. My lover raised an arm to wrap herself closer to me and rubbed her body against the length of mine. She was almost purring. I could feel the relief in the bond and knew she'd probably have just a few minutes before the drug took hold of her system again.

"Thank you, Eric." She moaned the words into my mouth, her breath hitching as she spoke. "That was amazing."

I chuckled at her. "That was nothing, lover. Just the preview of the main event." My hands were busy sliding over her silken skin, cupping her breast in my hand, my fingers idly flicking the hardened peak, watching her breast jiggle erotically. I leaned down to take the peak into my mouth, laving the tip with my tongue. I could feel her heartbeat picking up under my ministrations and raised my head to capture her lips again. I used every bit of talent I had in that kiss, stroking her lips, tongue, teeth and gums with my tongue, twisting and dueling with hers until she as completely breathless again. I'd fucked thousands of women in my long life, but I'd never felt such need to kiss any of them. Her hands stroked every inch of me she could reach.

We continued to kiss like horny teenagers as my fingers slid back down to play in her slippery folds. She moaned as I played with her dripping opening, grinding her hips against me, trying desperately to increase the friction. I slid one finger in before quickly adding another to her slippery sheath. Gods, she was tight. Impossibly so. She pulled away from our kiss to gasp at the new sensations flooding through her. I pumped my fingers shallowly inside her, letting her get accustomed to my invasion before adding a third. Sookie moaned, her hands going to her breasts, fingers squeezing her nipples. She moaned my name, calling for me to wait.

"What is it, my lover?" I twisted my fingers inside her slowly, my thumb brushing over her swollen clit. She clamped her muscles down on me and squeezed tightly. I spread my fingers further, stretching her walls, preparing her to accept my considerable size. "Do you want me to stop?" I captured her lower lip between my teeth and bit down gently.

"No," she moaned, "but there's something I need to tell you first." Her hips were swiveling to meet my fingers, pressing down to try to force deeper penetration.

"What is it, lover?" I started to pump my fingers faster inside her, pressing deeper and deeper as I stroked her depths. I froze suddenly as her next words penetrated my consciousness just as my fingers encountered irrefutable evidence.

"I'm a virgin, Eric. I've never done this before."

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I wanted to scream and holler my frustration to the heavens above. A virgin. Who would have thought it? I looked at her beautiful face, my eyes sweeping down to take in her glorious, sexy body. She was a fucking wet dream, for fuck's sake! How could she still be a virgin? My mind struggled with her words as my fingers pressed against the barrier of truth located deep inside her sheath.

I dropped my head to her chest, my forehead resting on her heaving breast. I couldn't do this to her, damn it all. Her first time would not be because some asshole vampire drugged her and another opportunistic vampire was taking advantage of the situation. There must be a good reason a woman like this was still a virgin at her age. In this day and age, it was almost unheard of. Fuck! Her voice snapped me out of my frustrated silence.

"Eric? Are you mad? I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

Sorry to leave it here, folks, but this was getting really long and I wanted to move on to the next chapter, Sookie's POV and the morning after scene, so to speak.

I'd love to know what you think of this one, though! I'm kind of nervous writing the smutty stuff. What did you all think?

Next chapter is almost ready, and should be up tomorrow! Reviews make me write so much faster!