Set in a mix of the books and the TV series. Sookie and Bill come back from Dallas quarreling and break up. But Lafayette is still alive and had gone through his ordeal in Eric's dungeon.

Of course I don't own these characters, I am just very thankful that Charlaine Harris did.

Rated M for sexual content. I want to thank all of the people who have reviewed my first 2 chapters, you folks are great!

Chapter 3

She stomped up the stairs and went to bed, hoping that her fatigue and overall foul mood would overwhelm her dreams. She had no such luck. She woke for the third time in less than two hours, sweating, aroused and yet not sated. She growled in frustration and turned to her other side, beating her pillow. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement outside her window. Momentarily startled, she realized who it had to be.

Grabbing her robe from the foot of the bed she quickly threw it on as she headed to the window. Parting the curtains all the way she opened the window and pushed the screen out. She would have to fix that tomorrow or she wouldn't be able to open the window without being eaten alive by mosquitos, but they weren't the bloodsuckers that were bothering her tonight.

Sticking her head out the window she called, "I saw you Eric, you might as well show yourself." Looking as if he had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Eric came gliding around the corner of her house and stopped about a yard in front of her window. Sookie pulled her head back in so she could stand up straight.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I imagine the same thing Bill was stalking about your bushes for." She leaned out the window, looking down for her former lover. "I watched him leave about half an hour ago." Eric clarified.

"You've been floating outside my window for 30 minutes? If 'none of your business' means nothing to you, what about privacy?"

"Sookie, it has been very distracting, your passionate evenings, these past weeks."

"Like I said on the phone, learn to block it."

"I've tried, and usually I'm able, but your emotions come through very strong. I think it might have something to do with your powers." He brightened, "At least now I don't have to be jealous of your lover."

"If I had had a man in my bed what would you have done?"

"I hadn't decided, although I had decided against my first inclination. You wouldn't have been happy."

"What was your first inclination?" She asked with some trepidation, sure she didn't really want to know.

"Track him until he was alone and tear him apart." he shrugged.

"Eric!" Sookie felt the color drain from her face.

"I told you, you wouldn't be happy."

"You can't threaten my lovers, real or imaginary."

"Yes, I had decided against violence, but the point is moot." He paused, "Sookie, who is your dream lover?" He looked as though he already knew the answer and was quite pleased.

"Good night Eric." She reached to close the window but he bridged the distance between in a flash and gently took her hand. He brought it to his lips, never breaking eye contact, and began to flutter light kisses over it. Despite the coolness of his skin, it set hers on fire and she could not stifle a gasp.

He grinned, "Invite me in my lover." It was said softly but was a command.

"No." she replied using all her willpower.

"I will be better than your dreams."

"I told you I don't want a one night stand, I don't do that." His continued attention to her hand was weakening her will. She never knew how sensitive her hand was.

"If all I wanted was one night, I would have taken you last night. The only reason that I stopped is because I wanted you for more."

"Eric, how long do your relationships with women last?" She was trying to build up her will to pull her hand back but had not managed it yet.

"I have known Pam for almost 200 years." He was kissing her palm and spoke into it, the movement of his lips and the vibration of his voice shooting sparks up her arm.

"Human women?" she persisted. She had to win this argument or her will would snap.

"I was with my wife for ten years." he murmured into her pulse point.

She went rigid with shock then pulled her hand away. "Wife? You're married?" She had never thought of Eric as the marrying kind and the shock snapped her out of the moment.

He looked surprised, annoyed and distracted all at once. "Widowed actually." He shrugged then came face-to-face just inches from her. "Now where were we? Ah yes, you were going to invite me in."

She went to push him away with both hands, but as soon as her palms touched his chest she realized her mistake. He caught her wrists and held them there till her hands melted against his muscled torso. He stroked her pulse points with his thumbs while relaxing his grip on her wrists so she could move them if she wanted. But she didn't, her fingers traced the outline of his muscles. She heard the faint click as his fangs descended and shifted her gaze from his chest to his face. There was such hunger and desire there it frightened her. "Eric..." she began, trying to muster the strength to send him away.

She tried to think of the reasons she was denying him, for the longest time it had been loyalty and the feelings she had for Bill, but after what happened earlier tonight, she found only a hollow where they had been. Fear? If he was going to hurt her he could have done so by now, he could have taken her last night if that were the case. The morality of it? She had already given herself to one vampire. She let out a ragged sigh as his fingers brushed along her forearms.

"Would you have me beg?" He asked quietly. "In over a thousand years I have begged only for Godric to not meet the sun." His eyes implored her and her resistance cracked.

"Come in Eric." She replied softly, moving to step to the side, but she was swept up as he flew through the window. They landed at the side of her bed. Eric held her face gently in his large hands, looked deeply into her eyes and lowered his mouth to hers.

She had expected a total passionate assault like the night before, but this was different. This was a tender seduction. His lips gently brushed hers again and again until she was rising on her toes to try to capture his mouth, her arms stretching around his neck, trying to pull his head down. His hands left her face and came around to her back lightly tracing her spine and causing her to tremble, a soft moan escaping her mouth only to be swallowed by his.

His mouth then captured hers in earnest. Her lips parted eagerly and he lightly bit her lower lip, his fangs dragging against it but not drawing blood. Flames were growing in her core. She was on tiptoes and still could barely reach him. "Too tall." she murmured, losing her balance for not the first time. He picked her up by the waist and swung her up and around so that she was on her knees on the high bed, putting her almost eye-to-eye with him. The kiss deepened and her tongue came forward to trace one of his fangs, eliciting a low growl. She drew her nails down his back and began pulling at his black top.

He untied her robe and opened it, reaching up to push it from her shoulders. He broke off the kiss and began to kiss his way down her neck and across her shoulders when he stiffened. "He's a dead man." He growled through clenched teeth.

Sookie pulled back and followed his gaze. The bruises Bill had caused were dark, emphasized by the white spaghetti straps of her night gown. "You said he didn't hurt you."

"Eric, don't hurt him, he didn't mean to. You know how you all get when you're jealous. He was mad because he thought you and I were already doing what we were just about to do." He had been glaring at the bruises but at her words he looked at her questioningly.

"Were?"

"I swear, if you hurt Bill for this, we won't be. You need to promise me that you will leave him alone." She pulled the robe back up to cover the bruises.

"He hurt you, he should be made to pay for it."

"I don't want payback, it's over. If it accomplished anything it assured that he and I would never be together again."

"So, I'm to let him assault you whenever he gets angry?"

"No! If he's hurting me come to my defense. But if I'm in no immediate danger, it's just revenge and I have no taste for that." His eyes, still looking at her shoulder as if he could see the bruises through the robe, looked torn, she could tell his blood boiled for vengeance. She cupped his chin and pulled his head up to look her in the face. She implored him with her eyes and her fingers brushed his lips. "Promise me?"

"I will banish him then." He replied petulantly, like a child that had to pick a less-wanted toy.

"No, that's the house he grew up in. It's his home." She leaned in and started planting light kisses along his jaw.

"I will make it clear to him that he not touch you again." his resolve was wavering.

"Mm-mm." she agreed in his ear, then she bit his earlobe and tugged on it. His sharp intake of breath told her she had won the argument.

She straightened and let the robe fall from her. "Well?" she asked expectantly.

"I promise I will not seek retribution for this vile act..." he paused to plant tender kisses on her bruises, "but I will give him a warning and should he hurt you again it will be the last thing he does."

"I doubt he would be so foolish." She leaned in to kiss him again. This time Eric returned it with hunger, the time for playfulness had passed. She began yanking up his shirt and he let her pull it over his head. Her hands began fumbling with his belt.

He had less patience. His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs slipping under the lacy cups of her nightgown. He kissed his way to her ear and whispered, "I'll buy you a new one." then ripped it down the middle.

She pulled back in shock, afraid he had lost control as he almost had last night, but he smiled seductively at her, his eyes burning with desire but he was in control. His hands held her breasts, his thumbs stroking the hard buds, making her moan. He watched her reactions hungrily and when the intensity of his gaze grew too great she pulled his head down to join his hands. He softly scraped his fangs down her skin until he covered her nipple and sucked it into his mouth, drawing it past his teeth and tracing it with his tongue.

She tried to resume unbuckling his belt, but the way he had to bend to reach her breasts she could no longer reach. In fact, there was very little of him she could reach, just his back and head. With one hand she held his head to her and the other stroked and scratched his back. She kept trying to work her way back to his belt, but it was futile and she whined in frustration. He bit her nipple teasingly with his blunt teeth and her legs became so weak that she sank down onto her flanks. As her body moved down, his head moved up and he again took her mouth in a demanding kiss.

In this new position she was finally able to reach her goal and she raised trembling hands to his belt. She moved slowly and it took all the concentration she could salvage, which wasn't much, as his hands had begun to trace light circles on her thighs. She could feel him straining against his jeans and every time her hand even brushed him he moaned. Her shaky fingers finally managed to get the belt undone, followed by the button. She inched two fingers into his pants behind the zipper. She could feel his shaft behind them. He threw his head back at the contact and his moan was a half growl as he seemed to almost lose his knees as well. Her mouth, now free, covered his nipple and she bit it playfully.

Carefully pulling down the zipper with one hand, her other fingers protected a part of Eric she had pretended to have no interest in for too long. Finally his zipper was open and she could push his jeans down past his hips. He shuddered as he was finally free and Sookie could not resist a peek.

"Oh...my...goodness." was all she could say. He was huge. Okay she had very limited experience and only had one other to compare it to, but there was no comparison. Eric was easily half again as long and much thicker than Bill. She had always heard bigger was better, but she felt a little rush of fear that it was going to hurt a lot. She looked up at Eric apprehensively. He had a prideful smirk on his face but it melted to concern when he saw the fear in her eyes. He clasped her upper arms gently and pulled her up for a tender kiss.

"Shh," he cajoled, "we will try to take it slow. But be assured, it has not killed a woman yet."

She giggled a little at that and tentatively encircled his length with her hand. His eyes rolled up and his grip tightened on her arms. She stroked his shaft a few times and then his hand flew down to still hers. "That will prevent us from taking this slow." he sighed in her ear. She could tell he was barely able to stand. Her hands slid behind him and grabbed his firm butt.

"Is this better?" she asked with mock innocence and he mirrored her action, causing her to gasp as he pulled her to him, his arousal pressed between them.

"Hardly." he growled and then in a flash of speed she was lying on the far side of the bed and he was stretched out on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow. She had no idea where his pants went. She started to turn to him but he stilled her with a hand on her stomach. "Just let me look at you." he whispered as his eyes drank her in. "You're beautiful, my lover." She blushed at his compliment and Eric licked his lips at the thought of her sweet blood flowing under her skin. His hand on her stomach began to drift lower, barely touching her skin, but sending flames to her core none-the-less. Her hips bucked up to meet his hand but he pressed them down, and she whined involuntarily. He smirked down at her, he was in command here and she did not have the strength of will left to fight him and he knew it.

She opened her mouth to try to argue but at that moment his fingers finally reached her mound and all she could do was gasp. Even through the scrap of cloth that was her thong his touch took her breath away, and then with a sharp tug her thong was gone and his fingers stroked the soft curls, but did not enter her. She parted her legs for him and tried to strain against his fingers so they would enter her. But he anticipated and kept his fingers on the surface, tracing teasing paths through the short hair and causing her to tremble.

His eyes never left her face, he was watching every reaction and her cheeks flamed at the attention. Then one finger parted her and slipped in unerringly finding her swollen nubbin and circling it. Her neck arched back and Sookie was left panting. She soon felt the tremors starting in her thighs and she grabbed handfuls of sheet to steady herself. Another finger joined the first and they lightly pinched and prodded her nub. She was writhing beneath him, losing control of her body as it sought out more pleasure, though it was riding a wave that was more than it had ever known.

His fingers moved back and then thrust into her wet opening, she moaned and her head thrashed from side to side as she bucked her hips to drive them deeper.

Instead he curled his fingers until they found a spot that made her eyes pop open in surprise. They stayed there, rubbing within, while his thumb stroked her throbbing nub. Within seconds she was gasping for air and the muscles in her abdomen were trembling.

"Come for me my lover." Eric commanded and there was no way she could disobey. A final gasp and everything fell away to white ecstasy. He covered her mouth with his and swallowed her scream of release. As the world came back into focus she could feel his fingers within her still and she felt the fire begin to build again. His mouth was at her breast, sucking and nipping her nipples.

She giggled slightly wondering if those words were related and he looked up. "Welcome back." he purred before capturing her lips with his.

His fingers were again working at that magic spot and she started to writhe again. She found strength to move her arms and her fingers encircled his shaft. As she began to stroke him he pulled his head back from the kiss and looked down at her with hunger, but now it did not frighten her, it aroused her even more. "Shall I stop?" she asked in mock innocence.

"I think I would die the true death if you did." And his eyes rolled up when she brought her other hand to cup him. As she fondled and stroked him she could feel his fingers begin to tremble within her. and she smiled at the bit of power she had over him. In a flash of movement his fingers were gone from her and Eric shifted between her legs, pressing against her opening. Sookie clenched her teeth and took a deep breath, preparing for the pain she was sure would accompany Eric entering her, but he stayed poised at her entrance.

"Look at me Sookie," he asked. Surprised, she looked up into his blue eyes, dark now with passion. "Do you want this?" All the emphasis was on her, as much as she was certain he was at the edge of his control, he still asked. With a dreamy half-smile she nodded.

"Say it." he prodded.

"I do..." She began but he shook his head.

"Say it." he said more emphatically and Sookie realized what he wanted to hear.

"I am yours." she breathed and turned her head to the side exposing her neck to him.

At once he entered her, not slowly, but in one hard thrust and she felt like she was being split in two, then his fangs entered her neck. She was reeling from the pleasure and the pain. As he began to thrust slowly in and out of her, she realized she was not torn asunder but just stretched and full, the increased friction multiplied the sensation and she could feel herself going over the edge. Eric whispered in her ear, "Bite me, my lover." Before returning to suck deeply at her neck. Unable to refuse him, she sank her teeth into the ridge of muscle on his shoulder, surprised when she actually drew blood, but at the first draw she was lost again to the blinding white ecstasy.

She vaguely remembered moaning as he pulled out of her and moved to her side. She rolled on her side next to him, one leg entwined with his. He stroked her back tenderly and she fell into an exhausted sleep.