Quick Update: The Anniversary of the Great Revelation is ahead. Eric needs to go to New Orleans.
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Eric knew that one of the other Louisiana Sheriffs was having trouble with Weres in her area. He was sure that Queen Sophie-Anne would not be calling her Sheriffs to New Orleans over the first weekend in March as it was a full moon.
"Some Weres are not as tame as ours." Eric grinned smugly.
However just after he got home from Fangtasia on the first Sunday in March he got the text we had been waiting for.
"I'll be leaving tomorrow. I must check my e-mails. Excuse me, my pet." He kissed my forehead and left me watching TV while he went to his office.
When the sun sank the following evening I woke him with my tongue, lips and fingers.
As he slipped deep inside me I tried not to get weepy, but I knew that I clung to him a little too much. I tried to be brighter when he started to get ready for New Orleans. I had got ready the suits he had said he was taking and he had enough smart shirts to last him at least five nights. If he needed more then he would buy them in New Orleans, but he seemed convinced that his Queen would release her sheriffs in time for them to get to their areas by Saturday night.
Eric packed up the Vette, admitting he was looking forward to the drive. He reminded me that if I had any problems I should call Pam, Matt Green or Mr Edwards. The three of them should cover most eventualities. Eric said he would try to call me but he might not be able to and I shouldn't worry. Then he was gone.
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I was amazed that the week Eric was away was fairly easy for me. I knew where he was, why he was away and that made all the difference.
One of the nights Megan and Gerald Edwards came to dinner. I made roast beef and Yorkshire puddings, after a few phone calls to my mum.
I had never spoken to Mr Edwards much, as I generally spent time with Megan when he was away, but he was very easy to get along with. He always had something to say and was very complimentary about the food, an ideal dinner guest. He was very interested in the political and legal aspects of the Vampires reveal. In fact he admitted he wished he hadn't retired before they came out and he seemed to be getting involved again. The current vampire issue of the moment was inheritance. One vampire was claiming his home back from his great-great grandchildren, he didn't have a great deal of support from the Vampire Community but some claims did.
I'd got a couple of bottles of rather expensive red wine recommended by my dad and we spent an hour over a cheese board to finish. They were the first human visitors I had ever had in the house, so I was relieved that it was a successful evening.
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I had a short phone call from Pam, she said she had been talking to Eric who wasn't having a great time but he was still hoping to be back by the weekend. I tried to ask her a few questions about the Queen and the anniversary party but she clammed up. I wondered if Pam would get to go to New Orleans.
The following night Eric called. First he asked how everything was at home, I assured him everything was fine.
"My pet, I must order you not to open any package that might arrive for me. No matter how tempted you may be." I could hear the tease in his voice and imagine the smile on his lips. Had he found me some gloves?
"Oh, but now you are tempting me. Just a little peek?" I tried to tease back. I was sure that Eric knew I would never open any of his post.
"I will know if you 'peek'. I am sure you wouldn't want to be punished. Spending lots of time bored here could make me very inventive when I got home."
I was stood in the kitchen listening to him croon in my ear. It was difficult to reply. "You don't need to punish me, I'm your good girl!"
I could hear him laugh, then his voice dropped down to throaty and serious. "I might just need to remind you that you need to be good. All those orgasms you enjoy, over and over. I could take them away, keep you waiting and waiting for hours and hours, my pet. Just on the edge of pleasure, so close but so far away."
I throbbed.
"Victoria, are you still there? Or are you thinking dirty thoughts?"
"Yes, sir. I'm here. Please don't be cruel to me, sir. I've been longing for you."
"Oh, my sweet, I'll be good to you when I get home. I want to taste your sweet blood, pumping hard through your body as you come again and again for me."
"Oh... please..." I managed to say but the moment was broken by the sound of another telephone from wherever Eric was.
I clearly heard him growl then he was all business. "Believe me, Victoria, I would prefer to talk to you about this in much more detail but I have to go. I will be with you on Sunday morning, be ready for me, my pet."
"I will." I managed to say, but I think he had already gone.
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Sure enough, along with my food delivery on Friday a small, flat package arrived for 'Eric Northman: Private and Confidential'. I was thrilled and just to tease myself I put it on the dining room table where I could see it from the kitchen and lounge. I actually sniffed it, just in case I could smell leather, but there was nothing that a human nose could detect through the packaging.
I was exhilarated at the thought of him coming home. This was all made more exciting with the thought that he had been thinking about it too, he hadn't found a trip to his Queen too enthralling.
Saturday evening and the early hours of Sunday dragged by. He sent a text to confirm he was leaving New Orleans and on his way to Fangtasia, then he would be home. I had checked on google ages ago, the drive took five hours and twenty-two minutes or maybe less than five hours for Eric.
A couple of hours before dawn I decided I couldn't wait upstairs any longer, I took my book and a large glass of wine to his room. I cuddled under the covers with John Grisham and hoped Eric would be home soon.
Finally the door from the garage slid open and Eric slipped into the room. Just looking at him took my breath away. I hesitated, just happy to watch him. He dumped his suit jacket and laptop that he had been carrying on the chair by the door, he had his shirt undone and had toed off his shoes before the door had slammed shut. His fangy grin made me move, I nearly got tangled in the sheets trying to get out of the bed. As I reached my feet Eric shook his head and spoke in a growl. "Stay there, my pet, you are just where I want you."
He was unfastening his suit trousers as he stepped closer and was naked when he reached the bed. Unable to take my eyes from his face I moved backwards to the head of the bed as he crawled up the bed and my body to cover me. When our lips met we kissed deeply, on and on. My arms crept up around his shoulders, as his hands trailed over my eager body. I could feel him, so hard, against my thigh and I managed to slip my hand between us to stroke him. I wound my legs up around him, opening my self for him. Fingers teased me as his lips moved down to my throat, leaving my lips free to moan his name and catch my breath.
His fangs were fully down as he buried his nose into my shoulder and murmured "Delicious." He was hungry, I was sure of that.
With one arm by my shoulder Eric pushed up to lift his chest from me and watched my reaction as he slipped inside me. I gasped as he moved deeper and I became accustomed to his size. I clenched myself around him as the momentum increased and scratched at his butt with the fingers that had been stroking him. His free hand teased my hard nipples, he scratched me a little himself. Deeper he thrust inside me, making me arch my back lifting my chest and throat to him.
We were close. Close. We were there.
He bit deep into my throat, I cradled his head in my arms as he fed hungrily. He was still deep inside me, encouraging my orgasm to roll on and on as he drank.
I was panting when he stopped feeding, he licked at the bite, lapping up the last of the blood and healing the two little wounds.
Eric moved from me and lay next to me, he looked a little uncertain, but I didn't understand why.
"Welcome home." I smiled at him and shifted on to my side so I could see him better.
"It's good to be here." He was smiling now but sounded concerned. "How are you, my pet?"
"Wonderful, now you're here!" I said this with a grin, teasing a little. He still looked unsure, I would ask why in a second but first another urgent matter. "Back in a sec." I slipped off the bed heading towards the bathroom.
Woah. Massive head rush. I took two steps and staggered. Eric was behind me immediately, an arm around my waist as I leant against his chest.
"Sorry, Eric. Thank you." I felt a little giddy and held onto the arm that held me.
"Careful, my pet. I took a lot of blood." He admitted.
I was too confused to make anymore than a "huh" noise. The head rush wasn't going anywhere.
"You'll be fine, just take it slow." He slowly led me to the en-suite then left me to deal with that alone.
Once I had washed my hands, I peered in the mirror. The bite was healing but I did seem pasty, maybe that was exaggerated by the lighting in here. I sucked in a deep breath and another.
"Victoria?"
"I'm OK, be right out..."
When I stepped out Eric was still by the door. I was pretty embarrassed, thinking about how good his hearing was.
"Let me help you."
Eric slipped an arm behind my back, one under my knees and scooped me up, carrying me back to the bed. I felt like a cross between Scarlet O'Hara and an invalid. He put me in the bed, covering me up and slipping into the other side of the bed.
"I apologise, my pet. I was greedy."
"There's no need Eric, I'm fine. I promise."
"Can I get you anything?"
"No, no..." I said, but bizarrely he seemed to want to help. "You could pass me my drink?" My wine was on his side of the bed. It probably wasn't the best thing to be drinking, but I did feel fine and it was a really good red, a shame to waste it.
"The donors provided at the conference were not interesting, I got carried away with your beautiful taste."
I think that was a compliment but I had to ask. "Donors?"
"We need to talk about my conference, tomorrow night. Not now." He stretched out, on his back in the centre of the bed.
"OK."
Eric was so serious he was making me nervous. I tried to tease him out of his sombre mood. "So if we're not talking what will we do for the rest of the evening?" I put down my glass and moved closer to his side.
"Enough, tonight, Victoria... I will be sleeping soon, you need to rest too."
Damn! He was home so I couldn't complain. Being greedy was obviously not the order of the evening.
"OK... so we'll snuggle." I murmured, doing just that.
"Snuggle? What is this word?"
"It's this." I moved one leg over his and stroked his chest, pausing to draw circles around his nipples. "It was very quiet around here without you." I whispered as he pulled me closer.
"I confess I missed you, my pet." Eric must be getting sleepy, he would never admit that when fully alert.
I was thrilled but to lightened the atmosphere I risked a small tease. "Oh... does that mean I can spank you now?"
"Certainly not, but I may spank you for your insensitivity to my plight!" He was grinning, to my relief. "Stale donors less appetizing than bottled blood and a naughty pet to come home to."
He patted my bottom, not close to spanking me but just enough to make me smile at his attentions.
"Oh sir, I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"Yes.. you will."
Then we were quiet as Eric slept.
I am not entirely sure why but this chapter was a struggle to write. I have re-read Definitely Dead this week to recap on New Orleans and Sophie-Anne – more of them soon.
Huge thanks to All About Eric (aka Mini) for her support – I recommend Immortal Beloved – One of the very best FF's available.
I appreciate all comments but apologise for not replying to many this week. Sorry! Must try harder!
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