A/N: I'm back! Thank you so much for all the love from the last chap. I know we all feel bad for Sookie right now but things are on there way to getting better. Now we will see what Eric thinks of Sookie's ordeal and how he wants to help. Plus a little Viking back story will be thrown in for fun! I know my Eric seems a little tame right now, but he didn't get to be a king on his looks alone. His badassedness will make itself known I promise. Also, my Sookie is a little ooc at times, but she is still stubborn and she will get more feisty. She is just in a bad place right now and a little freaked out. I think it may take some time with Pam to get her out of her shell.
This is my favorite chapter so far and I really felt you needed to see it from both sides, so I hope you like as much as I did. Again I have no beta, all mistakes are my own.
Please review, let me know what you like, don't like, anything. I write for those that will read, I wanna make sure ya'll like what ya get!
Chapter 4
I listened as Sookie finished her story. I do not understand what she is doing to me. Why am I so fucking angry about this? Its is not as if I haven't done worse things, far worse in my very long life. I have seen and done things that Sookie cannot even imagine, so why do her tears effect me so? By the time she has gotten to the end, I can no longer sit still. I place a kiss on her temple and get up from the couch. I pace and I think. I have already made the most pressing decision in this situation. I will NOT leave her here. Sookie wouldn't last a week with 'King Richard' and his twisted childe Vincent. I have yet to figure out why I care when normally I would not. She is a blood bag, albeit a very attractive one, but she is human. I have no use for humans except to feed and fuck, and yet this one small human woman makes me want to put a vampire king's balls in a vice and his child's head on a pike. I will think on this subject later, I have to plan. I am still pacing furiously, muttering to myself in Old Norse when Sookie speaks again.
"Ummm, is everything ok? I'm sorry if I made you mad."
"I am not mad Sookie, I am angry and that is much more dangerous." she visibly paled at my answer. Did she think I was mad at her, that any of this was her fault?
"Little one, I am not upset with you, but those that have put you in this situation."
"What can I do?" her voice was so small, her eyes so big, so …trusting? Why the fuck would she trust me? I am Vampire, a hunter. I can smell her sweet, spicy blood and I can imagine it gushing over my tongue as my fangs sink into that tan smooth. Then why in the fuck, when she looks at me like that…I just want to hold her, shelter her, steal her away so that no one ever touched her again, no one but him.
"I can help you, but you would have to trust me, do everything I say."
"What do I have to do?" her voice was suddenly much stronger, like flipping a switch, he had given her hope and she was clinging to it, determination now filling her eyes.
"You will ask me for protection, since I am another King I am able to grant you protection from Richard and his childe. I will have to claim you as mine, we will have to exchange blood. Then I will inform the king of your new status. We will leave tomorrow night."
"So you have to bite me?" her new found confidence was starting to waiver.
"Yes, on your neck is best, it is the most visible. I can make it almost painless if I choose to. You would feel only pleasure from my bite." Her blush bloomed across her cheeks and the scent of her arousal had my fangs and my cock snapping to attention. Sookie gulped at the sight of them, but she didn't flinch or turn away. I carefully gauged her reaction. My fangs are part of my identity, she needs to accept them now. She surprised me with her question.
"Does that hurt, when they pop out like that?" The innocence of her question actually made me laugh. "No, little one, it is hard to explain, but it feels good.
'What is a blood exchange? Are there any…side effects or anything?"
"The easiest way would be for me to bite your neck and then feed you from my wrist. I do not require much blood because of my age, and you will not need much or the same reason." She nodded for me to continue.
"My blood will make you stronger, faster, improve your senses, increase your libido. You will be more attracted to me." she snorted 'like that's even possible' under her breath.. I chuckled.
"I would be able to tell where you are and sense your emotions. I would be able to tell if you were in danger for example and find you, protect you. The effects would fade eventually unless we were to exchange again."
"Ok." She saw my questioning glance and answered "I guess we should do this then." I had to admire her for being pragmatic. I sat down beside her on the couch and pulled her on to my lap to straddle me. Her robe fell open and I gazed reverently at her lace clad breasts. My throbbing dick was straining against my jeans in an effort to be closer to her heat. I slowly traced my fingertips along the curve of her neck. He heart was racing, I cold feel her pulse slamming against the thin, almost translucent skin of the softest part of her neck.
I ran my fingers up into her hair and pulled her mouth to mine. She responded after only a moments hesitation, then parted her lips and offered her mouth to me. I claimed her lips completely, leaving no doubt that they now belonged to me. I put every bit of my 1000 plus years of practice into that kiss. Only when I knew she had to breath did I break away and move down her jaw to her neck, placing open mouth kisses , licking and sucking where I would bite. I continue until she is near crazed with lust the bite quickly to spare her any pain. As soon as her blood fills my mouth, I am done for. Her blood is rich, complex, sweet, pure, floral. I have never tasted its equal. I was right about the fae, there is a fairy in her family tree, most likely a few generations back. It adds an almost divine sweetness to her. I take a bit more than I need, but not enough to hurt her, the reluctantly pull my fangs away. I lick the little wounds to stop the blood flow. Already I can't wait to taste her again.
I bring my wrist to my mouth and bite down, then offer my blood to Sookie. I can see her shore herself up quickly and press it to her lips. She is tentative at first, but as the taste of my blood fills her mouth she is compelled to draw in more. After a couple of small sips, she begins to drink in earnest. I could feel my blood trickling down her throat, its magic invading her, taking root in her very being. When she began to grind against me, lost to the bloodlust, I followed suite, grabbing her hips and her pulling down hard onto my still jean covered erection. Sookie moaned and I cried out at the delightful friction. She continued pulling until the wound closed and I took my wrist and bit it again. "More." I rasped and brought it to her swollen, bloodstained lips. There was no hesitation this time. She pulled two more mouthfuls and I came harder than I had in centuries and I was still fully clothed. I shrugged off the shock of this revelation and added it to the many things I needed to think about later, when I had more time. My eyes locked with hers, and with one last twist off her hips she came hard, releasing my wrist and screaming my name. I decide then that I want to spend my life pleasuring this woman just to hear her scream my name like that again. Sookie collapsed on to my chest, I could feel her nipples harden as her breasts pressed against me. She picked my wrist back up and again brought it to her lips. The wound had already closed, but she licked at the remaining blood. I wanted her so much then my self control was taking a serious beating, but I would not taker her here. It would be at home, in my bed where I would teach her the meaning of pleasure. I put my hand under her chin and tilted her face upwards to mine. Her eyes were bright and shining, her lips were red and swollen, her cheeks flushed with desire and she was mine.
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As I finished telling about last night, he abruptly leapt from the couch and began to pace furiously around the room. I could feel the anger radiating off him and thought that maybe he was upset with me. Maybe he was disgusted at what I had let them touch me like that, had let Vincent do to that me. Sure, I could have put up more of a fight, but really what good would it have done. He would have taken what he wanted anyway by force. He scared me even more than the king did. There was just something in his eyes and the way he looked at me that made me believe he would enjoy ripping me apart when he was finished using me for his pleasure. As sickened as it all made me feel, I knew that it could have been much, much worse.
Eric's pacing becomes more insistent and he looks like he is arguing with himself in a strange language. I asked if he was Ok, apologizing for making him so upset. He was so angry, but not at me. Did that mean he would help me? For some reason I couldn't just ask him for help, maybe I was too afraid he would laugh at me and then take what he wanted from me too, then leave me to my punishment. So instead I quietly asked what I could do.
But then he offered to help. He said he could protect me if I let him claim me and if we share blood. I was afraid of being bitten. He seemed to sense my apprehension, but he assured me that he could make his bite pleasurable. I wasn't sure that was possible, but there was a part of me begging me to let him bite and I have to admit I was getting turned on just thinking about it.
I had heard about people how would abuse vampire blood like a drug so I wanted to know what it would do to me. Again I was surprised by his honesty and actually snorted when he said I would be more attracted to him. 'like that was even possible' Then he said he would be able to sense me, find me if I was in danger. So far I wasn't seeing a down side and compared to my other option of more quality time with the King and Vincent. So I thought 'what the fuck do I have to lose?' and agreed to swap blood.
He sat down beside me, his giant frame dwarfing my own, and he pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him and my robe fell open but I made no move to fix it. Instead I stared at him as he drank me in. He must have like what he saw because I could feel his cock under me, practically throbbing next to my pussy, only separated by his jeans and a tiny scrap of lace. He started stroking my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. I never knew a kiss could be like that. Sure I had limited experience in the kissing department due to my curse, but I am sure this was no ordinary kiss. This kiss was hot and feral and demanding that I submit and I did, wanting to take everything Eric would give me, wanting him to take my blood. I felt no pain when he bit, I was to lost to the sensations he was creating in me, but when he began to pull the blood from me it was like he was drawing straight from my clit and suddenly I am on fire.
When he offers his wrist to me I quickly shake off any uncertainty and put it to my lips. His blood was nothing like I expected. It was cold, yet as I began to drink I could feel a warmth begin to spread through me. It tasted sweet like fine chocolate or rich dark berries. I couldn't identify the flavor because it was so complex that every mouthful was different. It was a completely unique taste and yet hauntingly familiar at the same time. What ever it was it consumed me and ignited a passion like I had never felt. My pussy was aching, throbbing and I craved some sort of friction. My hips began thrusting against Eric and he must have liked it because he grabbed my hips and pulled me down harder onto his cock which was now pressing right on my clit and I moaned out my pleasure and continued to feed on the heavenly elixir of his blood. When the wound closed I almost whimpered and I licked every drop from his skin not wanting to waste any.
Eric must have been enjoying it as much as I was because he bit his wrist again and when he cried out for me to take more I did so readily, my hunger for him spinning out of control. He roared his release and I followed right behind, screaming his name as the stars danced before my eyes. I've never come like that, I never had any idea that pleasure could feel like that. I couldn't hold myself up any longer and sagged against his hard chest. I could feel his muscles rippling through the thin material of his t-shirt. The wound on his wrist had closed again, but there was still blood on his skin. Without even thinking I brought it to my lips and caressed it with my tongue reveling in the taste of his blood.
Eric lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. If I had thought he was gorgeous before, I couldn't even describe him now. His eyes were heavy with lust and his fangs were still down. He looked feral and dangerous and breathtakingly beautiful and God help me I wanted him so bad I could feel it in my teeth. I let go of his wrist and he grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me tighter against him. I leaned in to kiss him again and my tongue darted out and licked one of his fangs. He moaned and thrust his hips into me. I could feel him getting hard again. I twirled my tongue around one fang and then the other. We were both getting worked up again and I knew just what I wanted.
I snapped out of my lust fueled haze at the sound of someone knocking at the door. Eric immediately shifted gears and stood up, me still clinging to him. He put me down and tied my robe closed with an almost wistful look on his face. Then his whole demeanor changed and I could see then just why he was a king. He was powerful and regal. Everything about him screamed "Don't fuck with me." He looked towards the door and called "Enter!"