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Chapter Twenty Five
EPOV
I could tell she was glad to be coming home tonight. When I woke tonight, I had decided I was coming to bring her home whether she was being released or not. She could sign herself out and there wasn't a fucking thing they could have done about it. Besides, they could never do for her what I could. In a few minutes, it would physically be as though she were never roughed up by a three thousand pound vehicle.
The ride home was quiet, as I expected. We all took two cars so that Sookie and I could be alone. I wanted to tell her about Loki, and about the driver of the other car as soon as possible. She would know tonight and deal with it before she walked through those doors and realized the furry little shit wasn't running to meet her.
As soon as the words left my mouth, I saw, heard, and felt her grief over the little guy. He was cool, I admit it. I liked the little shit a lot. I wasn't gonna shed any tears over it, but I knew Sookie would. She looked out the window the rest of the way home and didn't say another word.
The ride for me wasn't peachy, either. The whole entire time I was driving, my focus was keeping her safe from any other reckless assholes not paying attention. Needless to say, when we pulled up to the estate, we were both relieved.
Helping her out of the car, I carried her upstairs and took her to our room, pushing the door shut with my foot. I carried her to the bed and gently set her down. The fucking wince on her face said it all. First things first.
Turning the shower spray on as warm as I thought she'd stand it, I threw some fluffy towels on the vanity and pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there watching here as I unbuckled my belt, sliding it through the loops and letting it drop to the floor. She watched me unbutton my pants and fucking smiled at me. That little look made my fangs run down, but I swallowed back that shit. She was in no shape for that shit yet.
Unzipping my jeans, I let them fall to the floor and enjoyed her smirk upon seeing the usual – no fucking undies for me. That is not how I roll. She giggled, then winced again. Her eyes studied me as I walked towards her, trusting me completely.
I kissed the top of her hair, smelling that awful death hotel scent all around her. That's exactly fucking why we were showering first. Water, blood, and then something to make her feel good again. I was glad she didn't see me wrinkle my nose as my lips left her hair.
I stepped back just enough to look at her as I started undressing her. Her eyes fell closed and a smile played at her lips.
She raised her arms and I pulled her top over her head effortlessly. My cock took notice immediately, seeing her hard nipples as the cool air hit them. Forcing my eyes down to the next order of business, I took her hands and pulled her to stand. Untying the drawstring on her "danger magnet" pajama bottoms, I slid them down her legs, along with her panties. Holding onto her to give her balance, she stepped out of them and wrapped her arms around me.
I wrapped her to me and allowed my emotions to have their place now that we were alone, and together again. I fucking hated waking up to an empty house today, at least empty as far as I was concerned.
"Would you like me to wash you?" I offered, knowing she'd like that. She nodded into my chest, gripping me tighter. I closed my eyes and reciprocated. The feelings of warmth flowed between us as I hummed to her until she was ready to break away.
After a few moments, she loosened her grip and her arms slid down, signaling she was ready for our shower. I took her warm little hand in mine, and walked her to the shower door.
I helped her inside, feeling her pleasure as the water relaxed her sore muscles. Her bruises were darkening still, making me grind my fucking teeth together. Fucker. I still would give a fucking lot to have that breather alive, so I could stalk him and play with him, until I decided to kill him. I wouldn't have touched his fucking blood. I'd just have batted and played with him little a little toy until I grew tired of him. He was fucking lucky he never lived to see who he'd fucked with.
Her moans of happiness brought me out of my morbid little daydream, and back to where I want to be. I took the shampoo bottle and dumped some pretty smelling shit in my hands that she loves. She could use any shampoo and still smell fucking tasty and nice.
Massaging it into her hair, she turned under my arms and stood with her back to me, leaning into me slightly.
"This feels so good" she lamented happily.
"Just relax, and I will take care of you tonight" I promised her. Fucking right.
She did relax into me even further, and I had to suppress a laugh as she actually listened. I could remember a time when she'd turn around and tell me with her hands on her hips not to tell her what to do. She was a pain in my ass, but everything she did made me want more of her, inexplicably.
After massaging her scalp for a bit, I rinsed her hair until I was certain it was clean. Then I soaped her entire body in lather, and backed her under the spray, watching the suds slide down her body.
She laid her hands on my chest and leaned back against the wall of the shower, her gaze willing me to follow.
"Are you ready to feel better?" I smiled at my lover, sending her love and assurance through our bond.
"Yes, God yes" she laughed, rolling her eyes a bit.
"Good, good." I flipped on our shower cd player and forwarded it to a relaxing background music type of song, and adjusted the volume to a quieter setting. It was a gift from Pam a few days ago, but we'd all but ignored it as we were always too fucking distracted to care.
As "Wild Horses" by The Sundays drifted out gently from the speaker, I made a mental note buy Pam a new fucking pair of fuckawesome shoes. This little contraption had killer sound, and my lover likes – a lot.
As the guitar strums relaxed her further, I pressed my body against hers for a moment, not wanting to just shove my wrist in her face. This was an intimate thing, that very fucking few had ever received from me.
I kissed her lips gently and ran my hands along her face, our eyes connecting in silent proclamations. Taking my arm to my lips, I raked a fang along my skin until it ran red. Her hands pulled my arm towards her, and her sweet lips covered my wound, pulling gently at first. Her eyes closed, and I felt a hum of contentment emanating from her.
My traitor fucking body couldn't help but respond, as it was the equivalent of her mouth being on my cock, massaging and sucking just as she was now. The taking of my blood was powerful shit, and I had to restrain my free hand from going straight between her legs. Patience...patience.
As I felt her pull harder, I smelled her arousal beginning, and gave in to my desires. Running my hand down her arm and over her hip, I gripped her bottom and pulled her hips to me. She opened her eyes, and I could see that she was no longer in pain. Her eyes fucking sparkled, and they were heavy with lust.
I pulled my arm back slowly, and she didn't fight me.
"That's enough, lover. Not tonight." Her lips were stained with my blood, and looking very fucking edible. Without thinking, I drew my thumb across her bottom lip, and she fucking opened her lips. I slipped my thumb in her warm, wet mouth and she fucking bit me. Hard.
Fuck. She had too much. I could feel the staggering waves of lust slamming into me now, running through me like fire. Fuck. Me.
I pinned her to the wall, letting a part of me respond to her. Her mouth was still open, and she fucking looked like a vampire. Her eyes were crazy with lust, and her open lips still had blood on them. I just about lost my fucking mind right this second.
Running my fingers along her lip again, she tried to bite me. I was ready this time, and yanked them away. Her eyes narrowed, and she growled at me. Fucking growled.
That's all it took. My hands roamed her body, not giving a fuck about anything else in the world but her. Mine. Mine. She hitched her leg over my hip, and my hand gripped her thigh to hold it there. She was fucking amazing, powerful, bold, sensual, and mine.
ATB's "Ecstasy" began, giving the already charged air a more intense feel. Her nails dug into my skin, and she pulled at my hair. I kneaded her hips and ground my cock into her stomach. We were everywhere, all at once, gripping, pulling, tasting, grinding, begging, teasing....fuck.
"Stop fucking with me and just fuck me already" she growled into my mouth, biting my lip with her teeth.
The civilized part of me stepped into the shadows, and the fucking animal in me stepped out.
I pulled away from her slightly, tasting my blood on my lips and seeing it on hers.
"Fuck, no more blood, understand?" I barked at her, chastising her for taking too much. It was getting out of hand, and I had to keep my shit together.
She then gave me the most evil look I'd ever seen play across her beautiful face. I was in so much fucking trouble. I now had to contain her while not killing her, and at the same time satisfying our primal urges.
"." I pointed my finger at her, and quicker than I anticipated, she grabbed my finger and yanked me to her, fisting my hair towards her lips.
As my lips crashed to hers, I played her little game, pulling back when I sensed she was going to nip me, and being punished with her fingernails each time.
I pushed her feet apart with mine, and slipped my hand between her folds to test her. Fucking right, she was more than ready.
Gripping myself hard, I slammed myself inside of her, giving her exactly what she wanted, only I pulled myself out after the first stroke.
Her eyes widened, and she got absofuckinglutely animalistic on me.
"What the fuck was that?" she hissed at me, almost coming undone at my teasing.
"Tell me what you want and you can have it back." I looked at her, inches from her face, the water dripping down our noses, our lips, off her eyelashes.......
She inched her face even closer, and her warm breath washed over my mouth.
"I want your cock back inside me, and if you remove it again before I tell you to, I will make you very sorry." She smiled a chilly smile, and I had no doubt I was going to do exactly as she said.
So I gave her what she wanted.
She gasped as I slid inside her again, and this time I wouldn't play with her. She dug her nails in my ass and breathed, "yesss" in satisfaction. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself, thinking of how perfect I had planned our night to be in just two short nights, and how important it was to be in control right now. I had never allowed myself to be so free with her like this, and it was dangerous.
I picked her up and continued thrusting into her, giving her a tenth of what I was capable of. Her screams were getting louder, and in the process, driving me closer and closer to the brink of spilling myself into her before she was even satisfied.
I angrily thought of how close she'd came this morning to being taken from me, and what that would have meant for me, to live without her.
I thought of coming back to this room without her, and what I would have done when the sun rose.
I thought of her beautiful white dress with little red flowers on it the very first time that insolent brought her into my world. It was the only thing he'd ever done right in his miserable existence.
I thought of her sleeping in her room all those nights I checked on her, though she never knew I was watching, guarding.
I thought of her underneath me at the orgy, when she was still with him; how she wanted me, but fought it with all her strength.
I thought of the first time I realized I was fucked, when I threw myself over her and took bullets in Dallas. Fuck-ed.
Slam.
Her defending herself to the Pelts, as I watched in awe.
Slam.
Her taking my blood for the first time.
Slam.
Her taking my blood for the second time.
Slam.
Her taking my blood for the third time.
Slam.
Her offering her blood to me the night in Fangtasia when she came to me.
Slam. Grunt.
Her giving herself to me completely. Me giving her all of myself, wholly.
Slam, "fuck".
Her splayed out on the hood of my car overlooking Shreveport as I made her see stars, literally and figuratively.
"Eric"
Me kneeling in front of her family's graves, promising them to take care of her. Her beautiful tears of happiness.
"Sookie"
"You are my life now" I heard her somewhere inside me, not aloud.
My eyes flew open, and her mouth was closed. I closed mine and dove into our bond, finding her there.
"Lover, I cannot be if you are not with me"
"I would rather die than be without you"
"We all die, lover...but not all find the one we love afterwards"
I felt her building, and squeezing around me, and it pulled me out of our bond.
"Eric, I can't" - she started, then lost her words as her orgasm carried her away. Somehow holding onto my gaze like a lifeline, I felt her insides clenching and becoming wetter as she came around me.
The intensity was too much for me, and I fucking lost myself.
I raised her with my hands even higher before I dropped her back onto me, causing my intense explosion to follow suit with hers. I felt myself unload into her all I had, squeezing her ass in my hands as I held onto her to keep myself grounded.
She was starting to come down as I pulsed into her for the last time, and sporting a magnificent smile.
I tilted my forehead to hers, and turned us so that my back was to the tile wall, allowing the water to spill over her to warm her. She laughed as the water drenched her, putting her hands up to attempt to keep the water out of her nose and eyes.
She was failing miserably, so I turned her back around against the wall, letting the water fall over my shoulders.
"Did you feel that?" she asked softly, looking at me in wonder.
"Yes." She had spoken to me through the bond; she had been in deep – deeper than ever before. Instead of being afraid, she had reveled in it.
"That was cool" she grinned, making me laugh out loud.
"Cool, yes, well, that was very cool, wasn't it?" My magnificent creature. She was so many things, but the most important thing was that she was mine.
She laughed with me, pulling my face to hers to give me the sweetest kiss.
As she broke away to look at me some more, I decided to put her down, and turn off the water.
As I opened the door and grabbed our towels to hand her, I heard her giggling.
"Bet that fucking doctor doesn't have an ass like this, mmm?" I couldn't resist. I was gonna tease her about that fucker at least one. I had his number.
"Hey, don't be mentioning Dr. Masen when we just finished that" she admonished, pointing at the shower.
"How about we don't mention Dr. Basin anymore, ever again? That'd be fine by me."
"Dr. Masen, and you brought him up, you pain in the ass, not me." She grinned at me as she toweled off her beautiful breasts. Fuuuck me, I wanted to do that.
"Here" I swiped the towel out of her hand, startling her. "Let me" I said in my best fuckable voice.
As I patted the beautiful clear beads of water off her skin, I noticed her tan was fading.
"Lover, you know your tan is gone? I haven't heard any complaints about it" I quizzed her, curiously. I was surprised she hadn't been upset about it.
"Well, I wanted to see how I would look a little paler" she looked away, seeming to be embarrassed slightly at her confession.
"It has been too cold for sunbathing lately, hasn't it?" She grinned and nodded, and I had to just drop that fucking towel right there and grab her.
Whirling her around, I took her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.
"You look like a goddess, pale as you are" I said, my expression serious. I wanted her to know she looked as beautiful as when her skin was bronzed from the sun. "You will be even more beautiful somehow afterward, but I can't imagine it yet. I can only tell you I know that you will be formidable and stunning."
"All the female vamps look so pretty, so I guess you're not just saying that. You sure haven't been beat by the ugly stick as a vampire."
I laughed loudly and jumped on her, landing on all fours so I wouldn't crush her.
"Do you have any idea how much of my blood you had, you naughty girl? You're going to have some very colorful dreams when you close your pretty eyes."
Her eyes studied my lips and her fingers traced my bottom lip thoughtfully.
"Yeah, and you will be asleep. Whatever will I do when I wake up hot and bothered?"
"Perhaps Pam has some toys you could borrow, shall we ask her?" I leered at her, knowing full well she wouldn't dare.
"Ew, you don't borrow that shit, Eric!" With blinding speed, she had whipped a pillow straight upside my head. Ho-ly shit. Yeah, um, fuck.
I studied her for a moment as she lay there grinning at me. My expression must have made her curious.
"What?" she asked, still wielding the pillow like a sophisticated weapon.
"Fuck, Sookie. You were so fast" I breathed down at her, still crouched over her on all fours.
"Pick up a pillow." She looked over at the pillows and nodded at them.
I looked at them, and looked back at her.
"What the fuck for? I'm no match for you right now, Legosi. Fuck's sake, woman." I shook my head at her, scolding her for the glowing she was going to fucking do later. In the dark. Yes, glowing.
"Just do it. I wanna see if I can keep up with you."
"Fine" I growled, still pissed at how fucking much she'd snuck past me. The next two days, she best believe I'd be paying attention. Sneaky minx.
I picked up a pillow, but as I opened my mouth to ask her what the fuck now, she whapped me upside the head again, this time making my hair fall into my left eye.
That was fucking annoying.
"This is stupid, you know. I don't..."
whap
That was really fucking annoying, and I gave her a warning look. She fucking giggled hard.
"Do you realize you are pinned underneath a fucking Viking, lover? I have kicked ass on more battlefields that you can ima-...."
whomp
I just froze. She had fucking interrupted me twice with a mother fucking pillow to the face, and now my hair was just all fucked up. This was beginning to really piss me off.
"What the -"
whap
"Goddamnit, will you stop..." I scrambled up clumsily onto my knees, still keeping her pinned below me, but gripping my pillow in preparation for a serious battle, if she wasn't fully prepared to wave the fucking white flag mighty quick.
"...will you stop that shit? It's annoy-.."
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I looked down at her and gave her the best 'Eric Fucking Northman is gonna kick your ass' glare, but with a twitch of my lips into a slight grin in spite of myself.
"Oooh, so scary" she taunted me, gripping her pillow. My quick fucking eyes was spotting the pattern of attack. Each time before she struck, her fingers twitched.
Come to daddy, baby.
As she sent the pillow whizzing towards my face, I backed up easily, earning an open mouthed look of 'oh shit' from her. She had just lost the upper hand, and she knew it.
"You know I love you, right?" she sweetly grinned up at me. I gave her a sweet grin back as I brought my pillow down onto her face, but gently. Very gently.
"Aaahh, Eric!!" her muffled cries of what sounded like sore-loser syndrome came from somewhere under the pillow before I yanked it away.
I grinned evily at her again as I tossed my pillow over my shoulder, and then yanked hers quick as a flash out of her unsuspecting hand, and tossed it over as well. Now it was just me and her, still both naked and partially wet from the piss poor job I did of drying us off.
I debated on tickling her mercilessly, or perhaps fucking her breathless again. But damn it, I was still annoyed. I wanted to play. I wanted to stalk her. Fuck. Yeah.
"My lover, I am going to get your pajamas. I do not want you to move one inch, understand?" I asked her, slowly sliding off her luscious and very tempting body. The element of surprise was the most underrated weapon in any battle. I had a slight advantage, making me smirk aloud as I thought this.
She nodded, looking at me curiously, propped up on her elbows.
"Not one inch, or I will punish you." I said this seriously as I walked towards our closet to fetch her something to put on.
"What would said punishment involve?" she smirked, mistakenly assuming I meant torturing her a bit before ravishing her. Wrong.
"Said punishment will involve not pleasuring you in any way for the next two nights." Silence.
I peeked around the corner, and she was indeed still laying there, but pouting. I did have her there. She knew it wasn't worth it to find out if I was serious.
I grabbed a pair of pajama pants for me and a set for her. Walking back to the bed, I tossed them at her, staying a few feet away from the bed. I could feel her just dying of curiosity, and it made the anticipation even fucking sweeter.
I quickly slid on my pants and tied the drawstring. Wouldn't want to traumatize anyone downstairs, if that's where this ended up.
"So, why am I getting dressed right now? Are you done with me?" She had her top on, and was sliding her pants up her enticing legs as we speak.
"Oh, I am far from done with you, lover." The expression on my face must have finally clued her in to the fact that paybacks are indeed, a bitch.
"Shit, Eric..." she looked at me pleadingly as she finished dressing.
I smiled at her like the cat that ate the canary, as I explained the rules of the game.
"We are going to play a little game, with the only restriction being that you must remain inside. You may go anywhere inside, but not outside. It's too cold tonight for what you're wearing. Is this clear?"
She nodded. Good girl.
I crossed my arms across my chest and stood with my feet apart, ready to begin.
"We are going to play a little game of hide-and-go-seek. I am the cat, and you are the mouse. You can run, but you can't hide. But I want to stalk you down until I find you, and then you will pay for the pillows to the face, and for taking so much of my blood."
She grinned, making my cock twitch. I love this fucking woman. Not only was I not scaring her...but she wanted to play. She wanted me to find her.
"But honey, don't you have sort of an unfair advantage? Being that you can smell me, hear me, feel me? I can't do that."
Shit, she did have a small point. Think fast, Northman. Ah...but she would have a headstart.
"We'll even it up. I told you, lover, you get a five minute head start. I'll stay up here in this room and not come out for five minutes. And then, I'm coming for you."
"And what about the unfair advantage?" She was good.
"You can have Pam or anyone else help you. Sound fair?"
She liked that addition to the rules. Yessss. Let the games begin.
"Run, little mouse." She flew to the door and was gone in a blink. Fuck. Damn it. Waaay too much. I was going to get her.
I heard laughing downstairs, and had to shut down my unfair advantages. I didn't want to cheat. I wanted a good game. I would do the complete opposite of my nature when I pursued something I wanted: I wouldn't hear anything, I wouldn't smell anything, and I would close off our bond, even thought it would be a bit unpleasant for her. I should have warned her about that. Maybe I would leave it partially open, but do my best to ignore any sudden feelings from her that would give away the fact that I had almost found her, etc.
Yesss, I was ready now. Let the fucking games begin. Come to daddy. I watched the clock by the bed, waiting and salivating as each minute ticked down.
A/N: Charlaine Harris owns Eric and Sookie, but luckily I get to play with them.