I'm glad most people liked the last chapter and appreciated that Eric and Sookie had a much overdue talk. So let's start with the next evening ...
Sookie
I woke to an amorous vampire kissing down my left arm, his hand on my hip and evidence of arousal digging into my lower back. Not to mention the huge amount of lust flooding the bond that had me wanting him like never before.
"Evening, lover," he purred as he pulled me back onto my back and palmed my now healed breasts in his large hands.
"Did I sleep all day?"
"You did." He took one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked, eliciting a moan of pleasure from me.
"What's all this in aid of?" I teased.
"This is make-up sex. And anyway, I haven't had you for two nights. It is too long." I quite agreed.
"I have morning breath, Eric. I need to brush my teeth." I attempted to get up, but Eric pinned me to the bed.
"You don't need to; you taste delicious." To prove his point he kissed me deeply, holding my arms above me and straddling me as we kissed. It was hard not to give in to him completely, and that's just what I did. It seems that he had missed me as much as I had him.
He let go of my arms and I wrapped them tightly around his neck in an attempt to keep him where he was. And he did, we spent time just kissing, my nails digging into his back as he nipped down my neck, and my toes curling with pleasure as he exacted his skill on me. I groaned in disappointment when he sat back, although I took a moment to admire his exquisite form: his messy hair down around his face, his piercing blue eyes full of such adoration and mischief, his strongly muscled neck, shoulders, arms and torso. He really was a sight, and he was all mine.
"Enjoying the view?" he smirked, feeling the increase in my lust as I ran my eyes over him.
"Definitely."
He leaned in to give me one more kiss, and started kissing down my neck to my shoulders and chest. Not one inch of my skin was untouched by Eric's mouth, and he was really taking his time with me. Not that I minded, as I was in heaven from the way he was treating me, but I was a little anxious for him to get to the good part.
"Patience, lover," he scolded with a smile. He then proceeded to go even slower as he kissed over my breasts and belly, taking my nipples one by one into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them until I was crying out with pleasure. I grasped at his hair and writhed underneath him, but there was no forcing his hand.
"I love you so much," I moaned, and his intense eyes met mine. I didn't need him to say it back as I could feel the intensity of his love for me through our bond, but he did and then showed me quite how much by burying his head between my legs and bringing me to a quick orgasm. The second one was much slower, with Eric teasing me and nibbling at me until I was begging him my eventual for release.
"Let me feel you, Eric. Please!"
He met my eyes before slowly climbing up my body as I again drank in the sight of him. He simply whispered my name as my legs automatically opened for him and he plunged deep inside. I let out a cry of pleasure, and I could hardly keep the tears from my eyes as he began to slowly make love to me. It was healing and restorative, and exactly what we both needed.
He kissed my tears away, whispering to me in his ancient language as he ran his length in and out of me with expert skill, holding my body in such a way that all my pleasure points were stimulated. After a while, I wanted more, and I could tell that Eric felt the same as he increased the pace and let out a possessive growl.
He scooped me up in his arms and held me close to him as he started to pound into me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck for support, and he was kissing and nibbling at my neck. Out of nowhere, an orgasm hit me and I screamed out his name in pure pleasure. I could feel Eric's amusement at my sudden burst, and he simply picked up the pace further, thrusting hard into me as he tried to extend my orgasm.
"Oh god, bite me, Eric. Please bite me."
I was desperate for his bite in a way I was sure that I'd never felt before. I needed to give myself over to him, and I was desperate for his fangs to sink into me. When he did bite, I felt him swell inside me as he came to his own orgasm, his mouth bloody as he roared before continuing to feed from my neck.
When I came down from my high, Eric was gently licking at the wound on my neck and holding me close to him.
"I needed that," he told me.
"Tell me about it." I smiled up at him.
"You wish me to tell you how incredible it was to fuck my wife?" He raised a perfect blond eyebrow.
"It was a figure of speech," I smiled. "I think I missed that almost as much as you!"
"Unlikely. If I could, Sookie, I would spend all day buried inside of you. It is where I belong."
"And don't you forget it, buster!"
"Buster?"
"Would you prefer schnookums? Baby?"
"No. You may call me your sex-god. Norse warrior, maybe. But buster, schnookums or baby – definitely not."
"Okay, baby," I teased.
"Lover," he warned. "I am no baby. I am over one thousand years old. You, on the other hand, are just an infant in my lifespan. Perhaps I should treat you as a baby?"
I squealed as he picked me up in his arms and pretended to burp me. I had no idea where he got such ideas from, but I was in a state of giggles as he carried me downstairs and sat me in one of the seats at the kitchen table.
"I think the baby needs feeding." He had a point as I was hungry, but I was perfectly capable of getting food myself. "Ah, ah, ah," he scolded when I tried to get up from the table.
"Eric."
His eyes softened. "Let me look after you, Sookie."
I relented, and he made me some coffee and fried some eggs for me. While naked, I would add. It was strange seeing this ancient vampire cooking for me, and it was a skill that he and Pam had both learned recently, although Pam was not one to enjoy getting her hands dirty or food in one of her nails.
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I'd not seen much of Eric in the week after we returned to Louisiana. He would pop by late at night, and usually have to wake me up as I'd been pulling more human hours and actually attending the office in the afternoons. He also never stayed, leaving half an hour or so before sunup to make sure he could fly back to Shreveport in time to be safely inside before the day broke.
But on the Saturday of that week, I woke to found a beautiful and large bunch of gerbera daisies by my bed with a note from Eric to take it easy during the day, as the evening was apparently 'date night'. I couldn't help but smile as I read his note, and the flowers were my favourites. He'd certainly bought me gifts before, but this was the first time he'd planted a surprise like this on me.
And I was truly very excited. The note had told me to dress comfortably with flat shoes, although apparently pants were a no-no. Eric was all for ease of access, and he'd grown tired of me complaining about ripped jeans and instead insisted that I wore skirts or dresses so he could devour me whenever he pleased. His words, not mine.
I did as he asked; having a lazy day and doing only a little grocery shopping and a few odd jobs around the house that I hadn't got around to doing over the week. I even managed to get a couple of hours sleep in the afternoon thanks to my light-tight bedroom courtesy à la vampire husband.
At a little before sunset, I made sure that I was ready and dressed in a dark blue sun dress with a white belt around the waist and flat white shoes. I paired it with a white cardigan in case it got colder later on. Eric had informed me that he'd be providing food for me, and I couldn't help but feel excited and intrigued at the thought of going on a date with Eric; something we hadn't really done together before now.
Once the sun had set, I waited impatiently for Eric to turn up, and around twenty minutes after the sun had set, he swooped in.
"Are you waiting for me?" he asked with a smug grin when he saw me sat on the old porch swing.
I saw little point in denying it. "Of course."
He looked good. Very good. He was wearing a pair of very dark blue and well-fitting jeans, along with a perfectly fitted white button-down shirt that seemed to have thin blue stripes going down the length of it.
"See something you like?" he took a step closer to me.
"Not really," I lied with a smile.
He stepped closer still, pushing me back against the wall of the house and pinned my hands above my head. "I disagree, my love." He ran his cool nose down my throat, breathing in the smell of my blood with a breathy moan escaping his lips. "You are delicious, and you are mine."
He started to kiss my neck, although as I was unable to move my hands, I couldn't grab onto him as I wanted to. I could feel myself getting wet as he nipped and sucked at my neck, and I was almost desperate for him to bite me, but he never did.
"Eric!"
"Yes, lover?" he knew that he was torturing me.
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"I need you."
"Not going to happen, Sookie. I have this all planned for tonight, and sex is not on the cards until later. You, my love, are going to have to be patient." He silenced any protest from me by kissing me passionately. He dominated me completely, but I was the willing victim and kissing Eric was one of my favourite things in the world to do. Probably second only to having sex with him. I sometimes wondered when I became so obsessed with sex, but I could only assume that it came with having a husband such as Eric who was so proficient.
When he finally pulled away, he released my hands and took a step back, much to my annoyance.
"Are you ready to go?" the bastard was smirking, knowing what he was doing to me.
"Yes." I locked the front door and walked up to Eric, assuming that we were flying since Eric came without his car.
"Keys?" he asked, his hand held out in front of him.
"We're driving?"
"Yes, I wanted you to be more comfortable."
"Well, it's my car, so I get to drive." I loved my Audi, and I enjoyed driving it. But from the look on Eric's face I could see that I wasn't going to win this one.
"When you take me out on a date, you can drive. Keys." He held out his hand, and I dropped them into it. "Don't scowl, Sookie, it doesn't suit you."
I poked my tongue out at him, but he ignored me.
We drove in comfortable silence, my hand in Eric's the whole time and I enjoyed the quiet hum of the bond between us.
"What are you thinking about?" Eric asked me after around fifteen minutes.
I hadn't really been thinking about anything in specific, but my thoughts had been of Eric. "You mostly."
"You seemed happy, content, almost."
"I am."
He brought my hand to his lips. "So am I. I have missed seeing you this week."
"All sorted?"
Eric had been busy with his kingly duties since returning from Las Vegas, and I knew he had concerns about other monarchs thinking they could invade his territory and take what was his. Namely me. He therefore – along with Sandy – made it well known what had happened in Vegas. For obvious reasons, he left out some of the parts about me and fairy powers, but he made it clear that he wasn't beyond killing other kings and queens if they dared to attack him in any way.
He let out a long breath. "Mostly. I have increased security and run further checks into all vampires in my state. There were a couple that I have removed from my area, and one I have imprisoned. But other than that it is satisfactory."
"So where are we going?" I asked, changing the subject as I didn't want to know more about the vampire he had imprisoned.
"It's a surprise."
"Well, we're nearly there, so you may as well tell me." I didn't like surprises.
"Nope." I could feel the smugness coming off him in waves, and I sulkily crossed my arms in front of my chest and stared out of the window. "That won't work, Sookie," he said with a smile. "And anyway, we are here."
I looked out to see that we appeared to be at a racetrack of sorts. "You're taking me go-karting?"
"Yes. I have rented the facility for the evening."
He moved at a more human pace around the car to help me out, obviously concerned that there may be human eyes watching us. I was surprised at his choice of date venue, but it looked like it would be good fun. I just wished I had thought to bring some pants to change into as wearing a dress wasn't really the right thing to wear go-karting.
However, it seemed that I was to be provided with a horrific overall to wear, something Eric seemed to find highly amusing since he refused to wear one, much to the annoyance of the one human employee that was supervising us. Needless to say, he was glamoured into not insisting that Eric wore one.
"I hate to say this, but I'm fairly sure I'm more fireproof then you are," I pointed out when I was in the unflattering overalls. "Part fire-fairy, remember?"
He grinned and took a few steps closer to me so that I was pinned to the wall. "Maybe, but I am a better driver."
"You reckon?"
"I know so."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Bring it on, vampire!"
Before not too long we were both in identical go-karts and hammering it around the short circuit. I could tell that Eric was getting frustrated at the lack of horsepower his go-kart produced, and with his extra weight and size, it was me that was going faster. Something that did not go down too well with my extremely competitive vampire.
So, of course, when Eric speedily overtook me on a bend, I knew something was up. "You cheated!" I accused after we'd finished our race.
"No I didn't." I was playing close attention to the bond, and although I couldn't feel deceit from him, I could certainly feel deviousness, and I knew that he was up to something.
"Really? Why don't I believe you?" I walked up to him and placed my hand over his unbeating heart.
"You don't trust me, lover?" he tried to sound upset, but I knew he was faking.
"I know you cheated."
"I didn't." I definitely could feel his mischievousness now. "I won."
"You didn't. You cheated."
"I wouldn't do that," he said with a smile. He wasn't quite blocking his emotions, but I could tell he was doing something.
"The bond tells me otherwise." I nibbled at his neck, running my hands down his strong back to his ass, where I squeezed his cheeks hard.
"Sookie," he moaned, pulling me closer to him so that I could feel the bulge in his well-fitting jeans.
"Yes, Eric?" I said, innocently pulling back from him.
"I want you." His fangs were fully down and I could feel the lust rolling off him.
"Nope."
"No?"
"Patience, remember?" I grinned. "And anyway, not until you admit that you cheated."
"I don't need to cheat, Sookie. I am a better driver than you are."
I crossed my arms in front of me. "I disagree. And I know you cheated."
"Well you don't need me to admit it," he said smugly.
"I can assure you, Eric, if you plan on having sex with me anytime soon, you had better admit it."
I walked away from Eric to the small changing room, pulling off my clothes in front of him and slowly changing back into my dress. Eric simply growled.
"See something you like?"
"Sookie," he stalked towards me, but almost as soon as he was about to reach me, I summoned my Fae powers and teleported to the other side of the room.
Eric spun around quickly, tracking me with his senses, his eyes fixing on me when he saw me on the other side of the room. I attempted an innocent smile.
"Think you can play, do you?" his fangs were down and I could tell he was enjoying the chase.
"If you can cheat, so can I."
"I didn't cheat."
"So you keep saying."
"I am a man; I am a better driver than you."
"Excuse me?" I placed my hands on my hips and glared at him.
"It is a known fact that men are better drivers."
"That is not true. Men are easily distracted and arrogant."
"I am not."
He slowly started to stalk towards me once more. This time I didn't slip away, but instead I met him half way and ran my hands down his arms, digging my nails into him like I knew he loved, and stopped when my fingers were just inside the waistline of his jeans. I kept my eyes on him as I slowly started to unbutton his pants and unzip him, taking care not to catch his skin, as he was straining against the material and not wearing anything underneath. I knelt down in front of him, released him from his denim cage, and placed a long lick along the length of him as he hissed in pleasure.
He moaned my name as he fisted his hands into my hair. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him as he tried to thrust further into my mouth.
"So where are we going next?" I asked, abruptly standing up and stepping back from him. He stared at me in disbelief. "You said that you were going to feed me, and well … I'm kind of hungry."
"Sookie," he growled.
"Yes, Eric?" I could feel his frustration.
"Woman, do not do this."
"Woman? Seriously? You're only making things worse for yourself."
"Sookie, I am not in the mood for your games."
I simply smiled sweetly at him. "Well admit that you cheated, and I may do something about that later." I indicated to his still hard cock which was saluting me from his pants.
"Sookie!"
I raised an eyebrow, but I heard no confession from him. "Fine, we'll go to Merlotte's then. And I'm driving." I picked up my keys, gave him a wink and started walking towards my car.
"Come back here!"
I smiled over my shoulder. "I don't think so, Eric."
I knew I was playing with fire in winding Eric up like this, but I was having way too much fun to stop. As expected, Eric flew at me from behind, scooped me up and pinned me to the car, his hard body acting like a cage around me.
"Lover, you are playing a dangerous game." He started to nibble down my neck, his cool breath causing shivers through my body. He placed a wet kiss over my pulse point, allowing the tips of his fangs to indent my skin but not enough to puncture through. His hands were on my waist and he started to stroke me with his thumbs as he gently massaged my flesh.
I dug my fingernails into his back to try and hold him in place, breathing in his dry and earthy scent as he started to kiss along my jawline. I was desperate for his kiss, but he seemed content to kiss me everywhere else but where I wanted to feel him on my lips.
"Eric," I moaned, but instead I was greeted by a chuckle from my vampire as he stepped back from me.
"You shouldn't tease me, Sookie. I will always win."
I hadn't realised he'd prised the car keys away from me until he unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for me. I scowled at him, but he simply smiled and buckled my seat for me once I was sat down.
"So where are we going?" I said in a huff, although I wasn't really annoyed with him.
"I'm taking you to the same Supe restaurant we went to before."
I had to admit that it felt like a lifetime ago that Eric took me there, but I remembered that the food was good and they at least had a good selection of bloods for Eric to choose from. Although if I was honest, I didn't like the thought of Eric drinking from anyone other than me, even if it was from a glass rather than the living person.
We sat in comfortable silence as Eric drove, my hand in his lap once more, as he relaxed. I could feel his contentment and comfort at the two of us being alone together with no pressures from elsewhere. It was something we didn't get enough of before Nevada, and it seemed even harder to come by afterwards.
"I love you, Sookie," he said out of nowhere. It was an unsolicited declaration of love, and I couldn't help but smile. I pushed all the love I could back at him, saying it in word form as well as I squeezed his hand. "We need to make more time for this."
I couldn't agree more with him, but I also knew the importance of his role. "We should. But I do understand your responsibilities. As long as you're coming home to me I'm happy."
"I wish to see more of you," he said, his eyes fixed on the road. "I am considering letting Chow run Fangtasia and moving my business to Area Five. It is more comfortable with better security, and this way you can have the office next door to mine. So if you want to work in the evenings you can do, but you won't be so far away from me."
"You really want that?" I appreciated that Eric was happy for me to work as much as possible, as I was well aware of his caveman views on his woman working.
"Definitely. I hate being apart from you."
"If you do move, I'd be happy to have an office."
He turned to me, smiled and brought my hand to his lips. "Good."
When we arrived at the restaurant, it was clear that all knew Eric was in town, and we were given the best and most secluded table in the place, with all the staff falling over themselves to please him. I could tell that Eric was both impressed and amused by it, where I just found it all a little bizarre. Eric showed me to my seat, and we were both handed out respective menus.
"What's on that?" I asked, indicating to his menu without even opening my own.
"Different types of blood. Rare blood groups, some infused with fairy blood, or blood from the royal line." I had to admit that it was all a little odd. "Why?"
"Will you think it strange if I say I don't want you to drink from others, even if it is from a menu?"
Eric's fangs slid down as he regarded me, a lustful look in his eyes and a feeling of pure love flooding the bond. "I would happily only feed from you; I thought you may have liked a rest."
"No, I don't."
I smiled and opened my own menu, quickly choosing a Beef Wellington with a potato puree. The waiter came and took my order, along with a glass of expensive red wine, but didn't bat an eyelid when Eric told him that I'd be his lunch rather than anything from the menu. It was obviously a common request.
"Of course," I said with a smile. "You're not getting any blood from me unless you admit that you cheated."
He growled at me, but I could see the humour dancing in his eyes. "Fine. You are a stubborn and infuriating woman!"
"I learned from the best," I commented.
"You admit I'm the best?"
"I meant Pam," I teased.
He let out an unnecessary sigh. "Fine, Sookie, I admit I may have flown the kart around the last few bends to overtake you."
"See? That wasn't so hard was it?" Eric muttered something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch, but I wasn't concerned. "How do you want to do this?"
"Come here."
I did as he asked, standing up as Eric pushed back his chair to give me room to sit on his lap. He gently brushed back my hair and placed gentle kisses along my neck. His whispered his thanks to me before plunging his silky fangs into my throat, all the while stroking my arm as he fed from me.
I was well aware that many people would find it odd that Eric had taken me out to dinner, yet for him I was the dinner. However, I didn't want him feeding from others. He was mine as I was his, and I wanted to be the one to give him the nourishment he needed, even if that meant him drinking from me. And I could hardly say that it wasn't pleasurable for me, as it really was. I could feel myself getting wetter as Eric fed, and despite the embarrassment I felt from being in a public place, I couldn't help the muted orgasm that shot through me.
When Eric finally retracted his fangs, he licked the wound clean and bit his tongue to apply a little blood to heal the puncture marks. He held me tightly to him as I laid my head on my chest to recover myself from my moment of pleasure.
"Thank you, love," he whispered into my hair.
"I'd give you every last drop."
"I wouldn't ask that, but I appreciate the offer."
I kissed him once more before he helped me walk on shaky legs around the table to my own seat. I took a large gulp of wine before my own meal was served to me with almost precision timing. Eric watched me intently as I ate, and the food was truly delicious causing a few moans to escape my lips.
"You are killing me, Sookie," he whispered as I took another mouthful. I simply gave him a grin and moaned more, earning me a harsh look from my husband. When they served the chocolate fondant for dessert I was moaning even more, and Eric looked increasingly uncomfortable.
Almost as soon as I'd finished my dessert, Eric had paid the cheque and was flying me out of the restaurant. I was sure that given the chance he'd have preferred to fly us back to Bon Temps or Shreveport and abandon the car, but since it was mine I insisted on us driving. Needless to say, he drove at three times the speed limit and didn't stop once at a stop sign. I was only glad that we seemed to have made it back to my farmhouse without killing ourselves or other road users.
My poor dress didn't stand a chance with Hurricane Eric ripping it from my body, and my underwear followed in much the same fashion even before we had left the entrance hall to my farmhouse. He pushed me hard into the wall, and I cried out in pleasure as he took my nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, flicking the bud with his tongue as he worked two fingers inside of me.
Of course, I should have realised that Eric wouldn't let me have my own way, and when I was only seconds away from a powerful climax, he pulled out of me and sauntered away in the direction of the bedroom.
I collapsed onto the floor into a heap of sexual desire, and it took a good few minutes before I was able to compose myself enough to find the energy to follow him. Needless to say when I found him lying on the bed in my room, he was naked and stroking his long length with one hand, while the other was casually behind his head.
"Problem, Sookie?" he smirked.
"No, not at all." I was lying and he knew it.
"I smell bullshit."
"It's probably your own."
He growled deeply in his chest, but didn't move. "You will learn not to tease me."
"You started it."
"I did not."
"Did to."
"Well, I am ending it." He was up in front of me, and he picked me up off the floor. My legs instinctively wrapped around him as my arms clung to his neck. It was such a display of strength and dominance, but I felt safe and loved in his arms. "I am going to make love to you all night, my wife. You are going to be seeing stars from the pleasure I will give you." His voice was deep and velvety in my ear, and to prove his point he adjusted us and plunged deeply inside of me.
I let out a string of unladylike expletives as I felt him move inside of me, and it turned out that Eric's description of me seeing stars was surprisingly accurate. It was incredible just to spend the time with him, but he made sure that I that wouldn't forget that evening as we laid together making love, fucking, talking and kissing.
I knew that it wouldn't last as political Eric would have to raise his head again, but we agreed to make the time to see each other more and plans were set afoot to move his business operations fully into the Area Five building.
In the weeks that followed, I continued to see Claudine, although after a few more sessions she'd deduced that there was little more she could teach me as my abilities had plateaued. She encouraged me, however, to continue practising. Eric and I had decided that it was probably best that I didn't take more blood from her, and Claudine was surprisingly okay with that. But it did mean that my abilities were limited to some extent.
However, despite Eric's insistence, Niall had still not returned his call. Claudine had never given me a straight answer as to why, and for obvious reasons wouldn't speak to Eric herself. I had to agree with Eric that fairies were tricky and self-serving, but I couldn't deny that Claudine had given me a huge help, and I looked forward to practising more with Åsa once she was released.
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Eric
"Shame Sookie's not here," Pam commented.
"She's having a night off with Amelia and Tray. And anyway, she doesn't read weres very well, even with my blood, so there is no need to bother her."
It was three weeks after the trip to Nevada, and things had returned to normal. Mostly, at least. I'd had an office in the Area Five building renovated for Sookie's use, and had spoken to Chow about taking over the running of Fangtasia. It seemed to work out all around, as he was pleased with the increased responsibility and it meant that I had better fascilities to conduct my affairs. Fangtasia may have been suitable for a sheriff, but it wasn't for a king.
Åsa was still being held in the basement of Fangtasia, although I was being soft on her by allowing her some of the bottled blood every few days. Not that she liked that stuff. But then we were all going to have to get used to it when the vampires came out of the coffin in October, which was less than six months away. In front of humans, anyway.
I had continued a dialogue with Octavia Fant regarding the magic that Johan used to break the bond with Åsa. But she had pointed out that it was fairly simple magic, particularly in a case such as Åsa's, where the bond was never that strong, and many witches would have been able to perform such a thing.
"I don't like them," Pam told me of the weres that were waiting to see me. "Not only are they ugly, but there's something suspicious about them. Take care."
"I will do, Pam. Send them in."
I'd had a meeting requested by two weres, a brother and a sister. They must have had different fathers or mothers as I knew it was normally only the first born that possessed the spark for change. And Pam was right in saying there was something up about them. They were both tall, the female especially so, and they both had a half-crazed look about them. I had spoken to Colonel Flood when they had requested a meeting, but he told me they were nothing to do with his pack, and were travelling through the state.
Something struck me as being very odd.
"Sire," the female greeted, bowing as she said so. I indicated for both of them to take a seat, and I sat back in my own chair and observed them. There was the faint smell of magic about them, which concerned me further, although I did not let that on. "My name is Hallow, and this is my brother Mark."
Hallow was an unusual name, and I doubted her real one. "You said it was urgent that you spoke to me. What is it that you want?" I wasn't in the mood for wasting time talking to weres.
Hallow smiled. "What I want is half the profits from this club."
She had some cheek to walk into my bar and demand that. I was pissed at Pam for not screening her closer as she was obviously crazy if she thought I would agree to that. "Not going to happen. Get out; I have no time for time-wasters."
I stood up and bared my fangs at them, but neither one moved. "Mr Northman, I suggest that you listen to us."
"Why should I? You dare to come in here and make such ridiculous demands?"
"Fine. I will accept a quarter of the profits and one week alone with you." She leered at me, and I felt my blood boil.
"No. Out. I will not spend any time with anyone other than my wife."
Still neither one of them moved. "I didn't want to have to do this, Mr Northman, but I will tell you this. If you do not agree to my demands then I will curse you and your business."
"You're a witch?" It explained why she smelt faintly of magic.
"Yes. I have already met Johan, but I understand he had met his end."
I was furious.
This was the witch that had helped Johan break his bond with Åsa. She had some cheek in turning up here, and she was going to end up dead with it. I picked up the sword which was stowed near my desk and swung it skilfully though the air, easily decapitating both weres. It would serve them right for daring to make demands of me.
I called to Felicia and Chow to clean up the mess while I sat back down at my desk and worked through some emails. Just after Felicia and Chow had left my office, Pam came bursting in, her phone in her hand.
"Pam, good. I find myself quite hungry – go and find me a brunette, and make sure she is attractive." I palmed my dick through my jeans at the thought of it.
Pam didn't move but simply stared at me. "Eric?"
"You heard what I said. Go and find me some dinner!" She wasn't normally disobedient, but tonight it seemed that she was going to be hard work, and I didn't understand the confusion I felt in the bond.
"What about Sookie?"
I frowned at her, annoyed at her questioning. "Sookie? Who or what is a Sookie?"
So …
This is my version of the curse, and a little different to the books. What do you think? What does this mean? What has happened to Eric?
I'd love to know your thoughts and I appreciate every review and comment.
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