Bar with Bite

Disclaimer/Author's Note: The Elena and Eric that this story is about are married now as of July 30, 2011. The wedding was beautiful and so cute. I watched it but didn't reply. It was adorable. Now, I don't own anything, just the story line. This fiction is Alternate Universe; it has nothing to do with the shows.

Enjoy, Dom

Continued from last part;

She came too, awakening with a hiss. Her eyes roaming around her surroundings; as the black that clouded her eyes began to fade away, her heart coming to a relaxed state as she looked around, moving her head around to get a better view of where she was. She began to relax even more as she felt a cool breeze over and something wet touching her nether region. She instantly looked down and then everything came back to her in a rush.

She, Elena Pierce, was sitting in a chair with her legs spread wide before her boss. He had licked and sucked her like there was no tomorrow and she had slowly dropped into the abyss that was bliss, but looking down at him now. She saw that he seemed a bit lower than last time and that she seemed a bit higher than last time. She moved her eyes upward and saw the chair was toppled over; two of its legs were broken. She gasped as Eric moved his tongue over her sweetness. She looked down at him again and gulped. She gulped deep.

"What…are…we doing?" It was a dumb question to ask. She knew what he was doing because she could clearly see his tongue along her flesh.

He looked up at her, his blues eyes going over her face, a smile along his lips. "I'm eating. You passed out in the chair. I sort of broke the chair trying to put you on my desk. It's sturdier." He nodded, his tongue flicking slowly over her flesh and it was then that Ellie noticed that she was nearly bare. Her skirt was somewhere in the room, where she was not sure but it was in there with them. All she could be glad for was that her shirt was still on her, thankfully.

"You taste so damn good. I couldn't stop licking you. The best thing I can wish for is fucking you with my cock but this is good enough." He nodded once more; his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he moved his tongue around, a bit faster, moaning louder at her sweet taste.

Ellie gulped and tilted her head back and moaned out his name, lying back on the desk as he continued to service her. Her legs were bending as she arched her back off the desk, her eyes opening wide.

"Can I?"

Her heart picked up speed again like before as she balanced herself on both elbows to look at Eric. His blue eyes boring into her; a smile and sinister looks in his eyes.

"Can you what?" She asked him, breathlessly as she laid there spread before him, exposed. She felt more cold air hit her flesh and she tensed slightly before Eric sucked her folds into his mouth.

"Give you more pleasure. Let me sink my cock inside of you and give you more fun. I'll have you begging and screaming for more as you finally let your body into a state of relaxation." He nodded as he pulled back from her, standing straight and then it was when she noticed that his shirt was off. And her eyes glanced over his naked chest, taking in everything that she saw. His chest was something that she wanted to eat off, getting a plate of strawberries and chocolate syrup and trace each of the dips that came with his abs. She could find her mouth collecting with a puddle of drool and she wiped the forming drool from off her lip as she watched him.

"No." It was her first decline of the evening from her lips and she instantly regretted it, but she couldn't commit herself to do that, sleep with a man that was her boss. Yeah, the oral had been fine because she never felt so much pleasure that her body rocked and shattered as it had done but she couldn't. Her sleeping with Eric Northman, her boss of all people, would take things too far and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that. She would just have to settle for the numbing pleasure that still hadn't left her body.

Eric frowned, a forming pout, crossing his lip as he eyed her, wondering why she would decline something so easy. She wanted it. He could tell with her body movements, hell he knew that she was regretting it. He noticed her emotions crossing her face. He tilted his head, cocking it at an angle that when he smirked, it looked sinister and evil.

"Are you sure Ellie? I told you that it wouldn't change anything for us. You are still hired as you so wish." He leaned forward, towering over her. His blue eyes looking into her brown ones, the smirk that was on his face was fading into a soft concerned smile. "You are a beautiful woman, let yourself have womanly pleasures. It is all I'm asking. I don't beg but I do stand behind my word." His voice was lowering as if it was more people in the room but she knew it was just them. "Let me show you the true art of sex. Let me devour your body and treat you as the goddess you are."

Ellie gulped and took in his words, wondering why would a vampire like him go through all the trouble to get her? Was this a game for him? Did he want her to say no so eventually he would get angered and glamour her as she heard from the vampire fanatics that researched everything they could on vampires to hope to become one day.

"Why is this important to you for a human like me to have pleasure?" She wanted to slap herself. She wanted to tape her mouth shut, lay back and let this vampire before her, push himself forward and challenge him to his words, but she was a curious being and she wanted to know.

He sighed, something she thought she would never see a vampire do, but she had. He lowered his head lower, his lips brushing over hers. He opened his mouth to answer but closed it shut. He shook his head and planted his lips on hers in a deep kiss. His hands moving between their bodies to cup and caress everything they could as he maneuvered his hands between their bodies to undo his pants, messing with his belt, popping open the button, and unzipping his fly.

Her lips parted to welcome his, her bottom rubbing up against his to catch his upper. His tongue whipping out to run along her lips and slide into her mouth in rushed passion and she threw it back at him with something that was awakening inside her that had been lying dormant for awhile. He pushed himself against her, whipping his tongue along hers as he pushed his jeans down his legs. Her legs wrapping and holding themselves on his bare waist, his body pressing closer to hers, a hiss leaving her lips as she tilted her head back, relaxing herself onto the desk, her arms coming up to wrap around his neck, her nails tensely nearly digging into his neck when he grabbed the tip of him and ran it over her clit.

She pulled on her bottom lip with her teeth, moaning in her mouth as he ran his cock head down below her clit, rubbing it along her wet folds that were stained with her throes of orgasm earlier. Her thighs locked around his waist, her heels digging into his ass she pushed him closer, wanting more, yearning for him to be completely inside of her.

Eric agreed, releasing his hold from his cock head and pushing forward, her folds separating to welcome him. Her body went still; her entire being went on pause as he pushed forward. She had a sudden thought in the back of her mind, wishing she had seen the size of him before letting him bury himself inside of her, but it was too late. He was inside her, not all the way, she figured since it didn't feel like all of him.

"Merde." He mumbled. He broke the kiss as she had done, bending his head lower, his hands flying up to be on either side of her head, his hands becoming fist as he shook his hips, pushing himself even more inside of her till he was buried all the way. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, groaning, her body trembling as she took him in, her walls twisting and turning to accept him.

She wasn't sure what to do now. Usually, she laid there as he moved. It was what she had done when she used to have sex. He would settle on top of her and push forward, slicing into her and thrust. His hips moved. Her hips moved and an hour later it was over. But from the way how Eric had tasted her with hunger, she knew that this would be different, especially since she woke up on the desk with him still tasting her.

It was going to be different. She could feel it.

"Ellie" He whispered her name and she noticed he had an accent, something she hadn't noticed before but she was glad now that she had. It fit well with him and she wondered what else was about this vampire that she wouldn't find out to later, but then something went off in her mind.

He pulled back, he was completely out of her and she never felt so open and exposed and it had slapped her across the face. She was having sex with him on his desk; she was not here to learn about him. He had an accent and could bring her to orgasm with his mouth, so what? They were there for sex and nothing more. She settled on that and brought herself back to the sex, the soon to be amazing sex she was about to have.

He sliced back into her, throwing his head back and letting out a slight roar before he started moving his hips, thrusting inside of her, his tip bumping up against her sensitive spot and she moaned, her nails digging into his skin tight, leaving small crescent dents, but Eric didn't care. His mind was elsewhere.

She was tight and warm and so wet. He couldn't forget the warm part. It was like he was in a hot spring, burning him up or as if he was standing in the sun at how hot she was. He kept moving though, it didn't stop him from moving back and forth, thrusting, grinding into her.

It didn't stop Ellie either, he had gathered. The pain she was causing him was making him move even faster. His mind focused on her and her alone. Even if he wanted to look away find something else to think about, because he had a lot to think about. He couldn't. She was so tight and warm that it was…

"Oh Eric, faster, don't stop." She moaned. Her back arching as she rolled her hips into him, meeting him with each thrust and making it bigger and better. She moved her hands down from his neck, the dents instantly healing as her nails drug down his back, leaving thin scratches as he pumped into her. Eric hissed at the action, his fangs coming out but it was natural. He was nearly close into losing control as he smelled his own blood, it drifted into the air and clouded his judgment, but it did not stop him as he pumped into her, picking up speed each time. The desk moving at his picked up pace, bumping into the chair behind it, the chair smacking into the wall, the blood fueling his thrusts and for a second he thought he was hurting her but when he looked into her eyes, saw her facial expression. She was not covered in agony, or showing pain. He saw pleasure there. Her nails had stopped dragging but had dug into his back and stayed there as she rocked her hips faster into his.

He picked up pace, faster than before, the desk smacking against the chair harder. He knew that Pam could probably hear everything that was going on in the office but he did not care and if she hadn't. His office stank of sex and blood, his blood. It was still high in the air and Eric would have been pissed that someone had dared bled him, but he wasn't. He was having sex, enjoyable good sex and he wondered if Ellie had lied. If she somehow knew to put on the bottoms that she had been wearing and knew that she was going to get banged by a vampire. But he mentally shook his head. She didn't seem like the type to offer herself to anyone. She had a hard time, offering herself to him, which she did give in since she was laid out on the desk, her legs wrapped around him, his cock inside her and she was rocking her hips with his as if they had danced before.

"Fuck. Don't stop. God, please don't stop." And if only she had put Viking in front of her words, he would have went at her harder, but she hadn't known of his human past and he wasn't going to tell her. He promised to fuck her and he was going to make her orgasm and shattered along with him. He would not stop till she did so, he was sure.

He went faster, slowing down, just a bit to let her catch her breath. Her heart was pumping fast as he and her breaths were becoming ragged, harder. She seemed out of breath and for a second, Eric smirked, knowing he had done this, but it was starting to worry him. It had been a time where he fucked a breather so hard that she had died. It was a funny story to tell, but he did not what this story passed among his future employees, especially the girls, that he gave her exactly what she wanted and then some that caused her too much pleasure, even if that was a good way to go.

Her hands continued to roam down his body, pausing to smack at his ass and dig her nails deeper into his ass, pushing him even deeper than he already was. She could feel his thick shaft inside of her and didn't think she could handle more, but she wanted more. God, she wanted more of him. She wanted to die right here, because it was too good to stop. She was nearing her end and she didn't want it to end, ever.

"So close." She gave up. Her mind did, not her body. She was still craving more of much she knew she couldn't handle but something was going to break, something inside of her was going to tell her body to hold off. It was too much of a dream to take so much and not break.

Eric heard her words and went fast, his fists nearly pounding into the desk as he moved back and forth, picking up pace, not breaking his stride. His balls were tightening with each pump and he nearly came when her walls caught a hold of him and held him there. It was a tight snug fit and it felt like home, but he pulled himself from that.

She was nearly done and so was he. They would 'die' at the same time and he would pull out of her, not even bothering to make sure she would get home. She found her way there; she could find her way home. Simple as pie, easy as it could ever been. He focused his mind on that, pulling back and throwing right back inside her tightness, his mind nearly breaking at her warmness, and his body shattering at her wetness. But he knew that she wasn't finished yet. She was about to have a vision of death and then it would be over.

His balls tighten as much as they could. His fangs grew longer, sharper, ready to penetrate into her soft flesh. He threw his head back. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes closed as if she had known what was about to happen. Her lips had parted; her moans coming out in a melody of heighten pleasure.

Suddenly it happened.

She whispered his name.

She had said it before, but hearing her whispering it as she had done. It sent him and knocked him over the edge. He shattered, losing his footing as he reared down and bit into her neck, tearing into her skin, her blood staining his tongue with her sweetness. His member jerking inside of her in a rush of pleasure and satisfaction as he drunk from her, a calming roar of pure enjoyment rolled through him and he slowed down his pace to drink.

At the moment he had shattered. She had broke. Her body jolted as if touched by lighting. Her eyes widening, opening as a black cloud settled over her eyes once again that night. She felt something pierce her neck, but she hadn't care. Her nails dug deeper into his ass and she froze, screaming out her release.

He pulled back, retracting his teeth, blood coating his chin as he bent his head, his tongue running over her wound as he closed his eyes, attaching his lips to her wound and sucking. Ellie bit her lip and let the black clouds that covered her eyes, surround her in its darkness and she slept again.