Entranced

We didn't share another word until we were back in the hotel room. I'd barely walked through the door before I was slammed hard against it.

"Eric!" I exclaimed, "What the hell?" and I tried to push him from me in vain.

He looked down on me with intense eyes, "You know you want this." His hair framed his face. His body crushing mine against the door.

"You don't need this when you're upset and angry."

"I am not, I'm hungry and horny."

"Yes you are all those things, I am not blind!" I replied furiously.

"Evie," he said enchantingly, pushing his influence on me.

I looked into his eyes, big mistake. A hand slid down the small of my back to my ass while the other stroked my cheek. I began to loose myself in him, I felt calm.

"Give in to me," he said.

I gazed silently at his beautiful eyes, and gradually realised he was trying to glamour me. I played along.

"Not tonight," I said, "Not when you're upset. You just want to take your frustrations out on me instead of sharing them with me."

"You want me to share with you?" he smiled curiously.

"Yes," I replied, he believed he had me spellbound. Tricking me to get into my pants.

Ironically, I thought, all he had to do was play nice. Though, if I'm being honest, not too nice.

"Well, Evie, as fascinating as you are, you would have been a perfect gift for my maker."

What a bastard.

"Where is your maker?" I asked sweetly. Eric thought glamouring me would get him what he wanted now, though in the long run he knew I'd remember and he'd deal with that when he had to.

"Godric is where we thought he was. I couldn't convince him to leave with me and kill all of those who were there. I suspect they may be taking his blood. He ordered me to leave," he paused, considering something, "I shall have to come back with an alternative plan."

"And what will you do with me? Will you kill me?" I whispered.

"No. I have become fond of you. I will not kill you."

Hmm, interesting…

"What shall we do now?"

"Now we shall have sex in ways you cannot imagine," he smiled.

"You reckon?" I said sarcastically and the smile dropped from his face.

"Evie," he growled and I slapped him hard across his cheek, with as much force as I could muster. His head snapped back to me, fangs bared.

"What do you expect Eric?" I said irately. He let me push him backward and I marched through into the bedroom. It had been tidied while we were out and my things were in a neat pile.

He strode in after me. I'd angered him; maybe that was not the cleverest of moves.

"That was not wise," he told me, leaning in the archway, fangs retracted, hands in his pockets.

I set myself down on the bed and crossed my arms, "Maybe not. But you wouldn't have told me otherwise. You'd have just fucked me and drank me dry."

"You don't know that," he replied, casually.

"I am not a fucking toy, Eric!"

He zipped over to me, and leant close to my face.

"Don't even start!" I warned, my eyes wide.

"Too late for that lover," he said with a cheeky grin and he playfully pushed me back onto the bed, distilling my anger somewhat. I rolled my eyes and sat up, he remained close to me.

"You know if you weren't such a…"

"Such a what?" he interrupted me and I lost my resolve.

"If you weren't so impossible!" I exclaimed.

"You wouldn't like it the same," he grinned and moved over me on the bed, I leant back in attempt to not make contact with him.

"You assume I like you," I stated, "You don't know that."

He crept up over me, and I had to lie on the bed to retain the gap between us, he peered down on me from a few inches above, with intent in his eyes, "Yes I do."

Then he kissed me tenderly. A gentle meeting of our lips that I completely didn't expect. I pulled my head away and pushed myself up the bed as far from him as I could get. I was confused, which admittedly seemed to be a trend these days the more time I spent with Eric. I absently caressed my bite marks; he noticed.

He looked up the bed at me, "Most would just yield to me."

"Most would be glamoured," I spat back. Though actually, I was more angry at myself for allowing these feelings for him to develop. Was I insane?

He raised an eyebrow, "That doesn't work on you, my influence doesn't at all anymore."

"Only because I know what you're doing," I replied.

"Most wouldn't deceive me," he said and inched up the bed towards me, "Most wouldn't dare."

"Which is all the more reason you shouldn't kill me," I said.

He beamed, "So you are frightened of me."

"Maybe," I said defensively, "But what do you expect Eric, you were using me as a present."

I didn't mind supplying my blood, but I thought I would at least have the choice.

"Godric would not have drained you," Eric replied absently, "If this is the impression Bill has given you of us then I feel sorry for you."

I rolled my eyes, "What is this thing you and Bill have got going on?"

Eric completed his journey up the bed and placed his hands on my knees, "He has something which intrigues me."

"Yeah yeah, this Sookie girl."

"She is more than just a girl. Has Bill not told you? She can hear human's thoughts," he informed, like he was telling me she was the messiah. Whether he showed me intentionally or whether he was struggling to hide it, I noticed the affection he felt when he spoke of her.

"Oh," I was stumped. What was I meant to say to that?

"She is like you," he continued, smiling as he thought about her.

"Like me?" I asked. I wasn't aware I had supernatural abilities.

"Yes, she does not give in to me either. Though it is for a completely different reason."

"I wasn't aware I had a reason," I replied.

"You all do," he replied, his hands rubbing my thighs, distracting me.

I tried not to notice, it was difficult, "Why doesn't she?"

"She loves him," he said simply, "Though he has deceived her."

"What do you mean?" I asked as he moved closer to me.

"She is his work," Eric replied. He knew I would know what that meant. It meant that she, Sookie Stackhouse, was what Bill was working on for the Queen.

"Does she know?"

Eric chuckled, "Of course not…not yet anyway."

Hmm, that didn't bode well.

Eric leaned in close, "He doesn't have you though," he whispered into my lips, before he grasped my head in his hands and kissed me deep. I didn't kiss back, what did he mean have me?

He pulled away from me, his efforts unreturned.

"Evie," he said, seductively, "Stop thinking and just act. Your life is too short," and he grabbed my ankles and pulled me down under him.

I kissed him in return this time, he was right, my life was too short. Live in the moment. I couldn't quite get my head around that, but what the hell, the night was young. His tongue invaded my mouth and took control. I loved the feeling of completely being at his mercy, scaring me with the power he had over me, whether he could glamour me or not. My fears made my pulse beat with desire.

I moaned into him and he responded in kind. His fingers entwined in my hair, and he crushed my lips with his. This was the kind of kiss I wasn't scared of. Tender, caring kisses made me think too much.

I could feel his excitement pressing against my leg, my confidence grew. I wound my hand into his luscious blonde hair and pulled. His head moved back away from me and he looked down on me with glazed eyes. I shuffled out from underneath him and gently steered him back onto his knees.

He smirked at me as I unbuckled his belt and he helped me release him from his jeans. I lowered my lips to him and grasped his shaft with one hand. I looked up at him with innocent eyes. He gazed back at me, waiting for me to make my move. I closed my eyes and flicked out my tongue, catching the tip. Eric groaned and grasped my head in his hands. I licked from base to tip, and engulfed him as best I could.

I sucked and he moaned, as his hands travelled up and down with my head. I twisted my hand around his shaft to add to the movement. I'd never considered myself especially talented at this but I'd never had any complaints, and Eric certainly wasn't complaining. I risked a glance up at him; he stared down at me. Our eyes met, and I cheekily grazed him with my teeth.

He growled, and flung me back on the bed.

Before I knew it my jeans were off and tossed carelessly across the room. My panties were ripped from me in one swift movement and he was atop me, back in control. His throbbing shaft lingered near my entrance.

My heart raced in my chest, unsure of his plan. I admitted to myself that I loved this feeling. The fear mixed with the anticipation mixed with the desire for him. Maybe I was a masochist, I mused briefly.

Eric watched me. I could see him tracing my face, his eyes stared into mine and I feared he would try to glamour me. He didn't. Instead he neatly pushed his entire length into me in one thrust forward. I gasped and couldn't catch my breath. I immediately tensed up but told myself to relax. My hands held tightly onto his arms, through his black jacket, he hadn't even taken the time to get undressed.

He slid slowly back and thrust, hard. I moaned.

"See," he whispered into my ear, barely audible, "You do want this."

He thrust hard again and my eyes rolled back into my skull. I didn't speak. I couldn't find the words.

"You will not try to deceive me again," he said, with another long firm stroke into me.

I looked up at him. He was asserting his power over me by fucking me like this. He thought I wouldn't like it. How wrong he was.

"Won't I?" I spoke softly, but confidently. A smile graced his lips and he thrust again. This one was harder still, if I'd thought that at all possible.

"No," he said, though it was more of a command.

I grinned as he drove into me again, "Where's the fun in that?"

He stopped his movements completely, buried in me.

Fuck, I thought. The smile dropped from my face, I'd been getting too confident for my own good.

I didn't have time to think anymore as he kissed me deeply, his tongue pushing through my lips. It was a rushed kiss, the need behind it I didn't understand, but it felt so good. I playfully bit his lip, I didn't draw blood, but he pulled back. Exploring my face.

I wanted him to screw me senseless. I needed him too. Yet he was content to take our session slowly. He had all the time in the world, I did not. I shifted my hips beneath him. His hand held my hips fast, I was unable to move.

"Eric!" I moaned.

"Why have you never been with him?" he asked.

"Huh?" I was confused.

"Why can he feed from you but not fuck you?" his fingers grasped my chin, preventing me from looking anywhere but at him.

"I…what?" I stuttered, he remained silent and still inside me, "Is this really the time?"

"Yes," he said simply.

I honestly didn't have an answer for him, instead I said quietly; "You can do both."

A low growl came from him and he thrust his hips once more, "I have, I am and I will again."

My heart, racing as it was, skipped a dozen beats as he spoke those words.

"Are you holding back?" I panted, playing with danger, and he knew what I meant, but didn't speak, "Don't."

He raised an eyebrow at me, but smiled with another hard stroke, I gasped. I might live to regret that, I pondered briefly, before another thrust sent me reeling in pleasure and pain as he reached places inside I didn't know existed.

"Oh," I moaned, Eric grinned above me.

He began a hard beat into me and I tried to lift my hips to meet him, but his hand held me fast. His pace and force hurt, but I enjoyed it. He watched my face from above, and I can only imagine what he saw. I was letting myself go with him, opening myself up. I wanted it, and he needed to vent out his frustrations. I knew that and he knew that. Even though, try as he might to constantly be the bad guy, be the bastard, I could see this thing with his maker had gotten to him. Whether that had been his intention for me to know or not, I did not know.

He shifted back onto his knees and pulled me with him so I was straddling him. I threw my arms around his neck for fear of falling backwards. His hands grasped my ass and began moving me up and down quickly. The buckle of his belt rubbed aggressively against my clit and I came in seconds, covering him with my juices.

He growled and slid out his fangs in response. I gasped, suddenly scared of them, I couldn't take my eyes from them. I carried on sliding up and down him, as he removed my remaining clothes, leaving me bare while he was still fully clothed.

I panted heavily as I came again, and he returned his hands to my ass and increased the speed. Every time I moved down, his hips drove upward to meet me. The sensation was electric as our pelvises crashed together.

Eric's hands moved up my back and pulled down on my shoulders, increasing the force at which I propelled downwards onto him, I threw my head back and revealed my neck to him. His voice rumbled in his chest as he growled.

"Do it," I breathed, though he didn't need permission.

When he bit down onto my shoulder, I came again and groaned. I felt blood trickling down between my breasts. Eric continued thrusting as he drank from me. He tore himself away and made one last final, painful thrust as he detonated within me.

With my arms no longer able to help, I fell backwards onto the bed, still impaled on him.

He paused, looking down on me with a bloody mouth before slipping out of me. I lay on the bed, my mind completely numb. My body similar.

He shrugged off his jacket and moved his head to my belly. His tongue gently lapped up the blood trail from my shoulder and tended to the wound, when his head reached mine; he kissed me briefly, before returning back down to my hips.

I had thought I was too numb to feel anything but the second his tongue touched my clit, I screamed in ecstasy.

He easily slid three fingers into me and began pumping me once more. When he moved his tongue away from my clit, I moaned in distress but he replaced them with the rhythmic motion of his thumb, while he turned his attention to my thigh.

He looked up at me and I lifted myself onto my elbows to see him properly. As our eyes locked, he lingered a little before biting down on my thigh. I bucked as I came and he had to hold my hips to feed from me. His eyes never left mine as he drank. Before I knew it, he'd finished and was licking his lips, still nestled between my legs.

I couldn't speak as he crawled up the bed and lay next to me, his hand rested casually on my stomach. He looked at me in a way that made me feel entirely uncomfortable.

"Do you believe me now?" he asked, tracing patterns on my stomach with his fingers.

I looked at him and smiled wryly but didn't reply.

His phone rang in his clothes at the foot of the bed. Before it could ring again, Eric had flashed to it and answered the call, sitting on the end of the bed.

He answered in that language again and I resolved to ask him about it. As he continued speaking on the phone, I admired him from behind, the breadth of his back and the ripples of muscles. He didn't look a day over 30, but I knew different. Vampire magic was indeed remarkable.

Eric ended the call and turned to look at me, "You can drive Evie?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied carefully. I'd been driving ever since I was 17, which, good god, I realised, was a decade ago, "Why?"

"Then you shall take the Corvette."

I stifled a grin, that car was amazing, however, common sense told me something must be up, "What? Why?" I repeated, shifting on the bed towards him.

Eric stood and dressed quickly, "My presence is required back at Fangtasia," he said, and leant over to kiss me on my forehead, "You may stay here or leave as you please. The suite is booked for another night after this."

I was silent, surprised.

"But feel free to follow me back tonight and drop in at the club," he paused, with a sly grin, "I have not finished with you yet. Perhaps I can show you my dungeon some more."

I couldn't help but return his smile. He rummaged in his jacket pocket and handed me the slip for the valet parking. I took it from him and he grasped my hand in his and pulled me to him, up on my knees. He weaved his free hand into my hair and tilted my head. Our lips brushed together, teasing me. I kissed him fondly, unable to resist.

Eric's hand freed itself from my hair and he smirked at me, "I must fly, lover." He turned and left me without a glance back. I heard the door shut and shook my head.

Impossible.