Chapter 3
A/N: there's gonna be a fuck ton of dialog, sorry…but there's also a big chunk of smut so you're very welcome ;)
It's him.
"Hi, I'm Eric Northman...Pam told me you were awake" He smiles slightly.
He looks at me expectantly….oh yeah my name. "I'm Sookie Stackhouse..." I responded slightly fazed by the dream replaying in my head. "Well, Sookie..how was your shower? Any pain from the wound on your head?" He stands and approaches me. I flinch and move backward. "I'm only coming to check your head, have no worries I won't hurt you ever... I swear" he puts a hand over his heart as if sealing the promise. I step towards him and his hands feel around for the wound which had disappeared strangely overnight. I must have done it since he has no clue.
"It healed nice and quick...your hair is very soft...must be my conditioner. That thing is a godsend" he smirks as his hands graze through my hair just like he did in the dream.
Did he dream it too?
I am so confused.
I pull away and his hands drop back down to his sides. "How did you obtain such an injury anyways Miss Stackhouse?" he questions almost looking concerned.
"I was attacked not far from here...where am I anyway?" I fiddle my hands and look anywhere but him. "This is my bar, Fangtasia. Attacked? By who...do you know?" He questions his voice now void of niceness.
Do I tell him about Bill?
What could he do to help me?
"By my boyfriend, Bill Compton," I say, looking into his staring eyes.
"Bill Compton? I wasn't aware he had a human companion" he responds his face hardening into an angry state.
He knows bill.
Oh no.
Is he friends with him?
"Do not worry, Bill is not a friend of mine...I despise him" he says, noticing my worry. "If it is not too much to ask, could you tell me what happened last night in detail so I can write it down and file a report against him," he says, grabbing a pen and paper and sitting on the couch.
I freeze. Could I do it? I have to..right? He has to be stopped...what if he hurts someone else.
"Okay...I can do that" I sat down on the sofa next to him, my legs tucked in front of my chest, my back against the armrest.
I began to replay last night.
"He pulled the bottom of my dress up.." I choked on my words. a tear fell down my cheek. Eric's hand was placed on my knee in a comforting manner. "Please don't cry," he says, his face full of pain and pity. "He attempted to rape me but I got him off of me with the light that came out of my hands and I ran into your club to escape him" I continue. "Oh, you're a fae? I didn't notice" he says, finishing writing my statement down.
A what!?
"A what?" I'm officially confused. I knew I was weird but I didn't think I was a supernatural being. "That would explain the light and the healing?" I accidentally say out loud. He laughs. Wow how pretty...he's so cute...hold on. I shake the thoughts away. "I healed you with my blood...you didn't know you were a fairy?" he says with a smile on his face. "Yeah I didn't know..wait! You healed me with your blood?!" I was shocked more by the blood nastiness than by the fae business.
He threw his head back laughing at my outburst." yeah vampire blood heals when you give it to the injured bunch more good stuff" he winks. "Like what?" I question, wondering if the dream had something to do with this. "Makes you feel good...high almost. It boosts your sex drive, makes your skin and hair healthier, and gives you dreams of the owner of the blood...which both giver and taker both engage in" he says, his hand slides off my knee.
My heart races and my breathing quickens. "Dreams?" I play dumb while looking into his eyes.
"You don't remember? It was quite memorable to me…" he pulled me forward. Seating me on his lap.
This must be a dream. I would never willingly straddle a man I just met! But I can't stop. I Don't want to.
His hands rub up and down my thighs.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck
"Let me jog your memory...I had you naked against me begging for my touch" he says his hands now at my hips pushing me further down further onto him. I bite my lip at the feel of his erection pressing into me. He groans. "Please" my voice comes out a soft moan.
His eyes look up from our situation and into my eyes. "Please what, Sookie?" His voice is dominating yet kind. "I don't know...I've never done anything like this before" I innocently responded. "You're a virgin?" his eyes widened before softening again. I nod. "Fuck me" he groans out his head falling back.
Damn, that is so hot. I shift against him. He groans again and grips my hips to stop me. "I'm not going to fuck you..not yet," he says under his breath. I open my mouth to ask why but a moan comes out.
His fingers rub my clit through the sweatpants. "Fuck" I breathe out. He lets out a laugh and unties my sweatpants. "This won't work…as much as I like this position...I want you under me" he vamp speeds so I lie under him on the couch his hand now in my sweatpants leaving no distance between my pussy and his hand. "No panties?" He groans his lips almost meeting mine. I shake my head, unable to speak.
A knock at the door.
No.
No!
His hand doesn't stop. he slips his fingers into me and his thumb rubs my clit slowly.
My head throws back and I cover my mouth to muffle the moans escaping my body.
"What?" he questions rudely to the intruder at the door. "It's pam...we're about to open for the night" the voice calls through the door. "Okay I'll be out in a few," he says looking at me.
A few seconds? Minutes? Hours? Or orgasms? Guess we'll find out.
He pulls my hand away from my mouth " I need to hear you"
You what now?
Holy...moly
His fingers speed up sending me over the edge and I come undone. His lips meet mine as his fingers move again giving me no time to recover. He moves his attention to my neck. I whine wanting his lips back on mine. He smirks against my throat. He leaves little nips and marks on my neck and he pulls away sitting up slightly. His hand slows. "I want to watch you come for me," he says, his eyes filled with lust.
I sit upon my elbows and shift against his fingers, sending a wave of pleasure over my body. my head falls back and a loud moan releases from my mouth as if triggered by my moan. His fingers reach deeper and faster than before. It's as if my moans feed his insatiable hunger.
"Come" he orders in my ear and my body complies. An orgasm racks through my body and I slump back to the couch, my energy is almost all gone.
I watch as he removes his hand from under my sweatpants and sucks his fingers free of my finish. I cover my eyes and blow a breath out.
Lord help me.
He plants a kiss on my lips before getting and leaving, closing the door behind me.
I feel like a whore.
