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Four months had gone by since Eric and I had our visit with the King. Felipe had gone back and forth between Las Vegas and a new home in New Orleans. He seemed to enjoy his new home in the south, and every visit he would summon Eric and I to 'visit' him. Felipe would have me read the minds of a group of scared humans whom he suspected to be involved in some murderous plot against vampires. It was hardly ever the case. I went to New Orleans without a complaint; the hope that I would soon find someone with actual plans made it easier to tolerate Felipe.

Four months ago, it felt as if we were on the brink of war. I knew Niall still had something up his sleeve. The king had taken something from him, and my great-grandfather was not so quick to forgive. Everything around Eric and I had calmed, but I couldn't shake the feeling that the silence would soon be shattered. Victor kept a low profile and checked in with Eric twice a month. There was nothing new on his end either.

The last time Victor stopped by was a week ago. I didn't speak with him that time, but I felt him. Pam and I were downstairs. We were taking inventory before placing the bar's large seasonal order. I often sat with Eric in his booth but when it was slow, I enjoyed helping around. Bookkeeping was easy, but I really enjoyed learning about all the inner workings that kept Fangtasia running. Pam said I cared so much because it was Eric's club. That may have had something to do with it. If I kept busy, it made all the time I was waiting for something to happen go by a lot faster.

"We're really low on V8 and Red Bull."

Pam shook her head as she checked off the two mixers. Her slate gray slacks matched the keg of beer she was leaning against.

"What is it with fangbangers and V8?"

I moved over to the shelves storing hard liquor.

"Wannabes," I sighed. "But, hey look on the bright side Pam. V8 is good for humans, and we want them healthy so it works out for us in the end."

"I still can't believe you've never had the urge to fuck a human." Pam spoke with mild amusement as she flipped through the list.

I wrinkled my nose at her. Any human I had ever fed from had been strictly for nutriment. I fed from humans about every other day now, and I did have a preference. I mostly fed off girls around my human age or a little younger. I knew they could bounce back easily, and I had no problem glamoring them. Eric was all the sex I needed.

I was about to tease back when I felt strong current of emotion. Victor.

"What about Victor?"

I had said his name out loud. There was no reason to hold back from Pam.

"Victor is here; I felt him. I can feel his state of mind."

Pam's eyes grew wide, and she set the clipboard down. She went to follow me up the stairs.

That night I told Eric and Pam what I had felt after Victor was gone. Pam sat in the visitors chair in front of Eric's desk. Her face never relaxed. Eric's weight shifted slightly as he took the half empty bottle of blood from my hand and finished it off.

"Can you read my mind now?"

Pam asked in timid voice. She was completely amazed and terrified.

"No, no! It's not like that. I can't hear words from vampires. And it isn't like the bond Eric and I have."

Eric's mild anxiety simmered away.

"Go on my love."

Eric urged me to continue. My eyes found a poster on the wall behind Pam's head. I focused on the dark printed characters as I spurted out bits of new information.

"I can feel the intent behind the thoughts…the emotion, I think. This is all very new…the first time I felt anything like this was back in Miami…it hasn't happened much since so I never spoke much about it. Victor was the first vampire I've ever felt clearly…this way."

My lower lip rolled out from between my teeth as I waited for them to soak it all in.

"I don't know what this all means for me, but I can honestly say that Victor can be trusted. Like I said, I couldn't pick up what he was thinking but the feelings behind it were nothing but hope. I think I felt him because of his age, but I can only assume it won't take long until I feel others. And it isn't like a blood bond; I'm not influenced by the emotion—more like I'm reading them."

Pam's eyes shot from Eric and then back to me. "Like brain wave body language."

I let out a weak laugh. "I guess that's one way of putting it."

She smiled. "Like a supernatural polygraph."

Eric ran his finger through his neatly brushed blonde locks. The room was silent for a moment, but Pam was smiling now. A moment later, Eric gathered me in his arms. My whole body relaxed as his nuzzled the sensitive patch of skin behind my ear and trailed a few soft, loving kisses along my jaw line. His cool breath tickled my ear.

"You do not know how happy you've just made me."

At the time I wasn't sure why it made him so happy, but I didn't care.

His head lifted from mine, and he shot a very hard look at Pam. I could only guess his look by her reaction. Pam stiffened in her chair.

"Let no one know about this."

Pam nodded, "As always you have my word, Master."

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The sun had just barely dipped beyond the horizon as I woke. Eric had bought a new shade system; it sensed solar activity and automatically lifted the shades when the sun went down. Eric was still motionless; his two left limbs draped over me. I never minded his weight that enveloped me every evening. It made me feel safe. Waking up next to the perfect male specimen was something I would never get sick of. I traced patterns over the large forearm that lay across my stomach and nuzzled the softer flesh on the inside of his other, which lay just above my head. A moment later, I felt his cool arms tighten their embrace and pull me over to fill the few inches that separated our bodies.

"Evening," I spoke softly. A gentle breeze blew through the room and tickled the bare skin of my shoulder.

"It seems that your jasmine is in bloom now."

His sense of smell was much more sensitive than mine, but I searched and picked up a faint sweetness to the air. Eric nuzzled the patch of flesh at the nape of my neck and drew in a breath.

"As much as I do take joy in your domestic additions to my home, I am afraid you are still my favorite scent."

I could feel his length grow and harden on the small of my back.

I wanted him as he did me. Just like every evening when we woke, I moved my hips and pressed into him a little more. Eric's left hand released itself from my cool side and bedding and found its way up to my breast. A moan escaped from my chest, and I arched into his touch. He took advantage of the new gap, and his cool lips kissed hungry trials over the sensitive skin of my upper back. Every few kisses, I would feel a faint scratch of his fangs as they grazed my skin.

I tried to reach back to reciprocate, but it was no use. Eric had the upper hand when he was behind me. His other arm snaked and cupped my other breast, massaging it as well. He felt amazing, but he also was making it difficult for me to touch him. After a minute, I squirmed to try and twist around to face him, but his would budge. In fact his grip tightened.

As his grip tightened, he pulled me up a little higher against his body. His left leg that had been draped over me was now hooked around my leg and was spreading me. One of his hands made a caressing trail down south to meet my cool aching core. I knew what he wanted and ground my body into his before he spoke.

"No love, I want you like this."

I didn't say anything back. My fangs were extended, and at this point, I was so clouded with lust; I wouldn't have been able to concentrate on not lisping.

His marble length was now throbbing and practically sandwiched between my cheeks as my hips continue to roll with the patterns of his talented fingers. Every stroke he made against my inner most sensitive spots was a baby step closer to the edge. All I could do was hold on as I moaned and writhed against him.

He was driving me crazy. When he ran this thumb over my bundle of nerves in tight hard circles, I almost lost it. I ground against him with all I had; that was all the sign he needed. Eric plunged himself deep inside, filling me to the hilt. His hand went back to my breast and began massaging it once more.

We found a slow rhythm. As dominant as Eric was in this position, we were taking our time. I moved with his strong, slow thrusts for a few minutes as he continued to plant soft kisses on my shoulder and neck. But soon his kisses became hungrier. Our pace quickened, and he brought one hand to my face and turned it so my lips could meet his.

I could feel his body begin to stiffen, and I knew I was getting close too. His other hand found my clit and sent me teetering on sanity.

"Eric… Please. I need you to…"

My voice hoarse when I broke for his mouth.

The only part of him that I could easily draw blood from was his wrist. I pulled his hand from my face, and my fangs bit into his flesh. Eric followed, biting deep into my neck only a second later, causing me to leave my body for a minute or two. Having a blood bond and a great lover during sex is almost enough to cause you to black out from pleasure—I have both.

We both stared up at the large ceiling fan lazily circulating the cool spring air that was now filled with the scent of night blooming jasmine and sex.

"We won't be going to Fangtasia on time tonight; there is something we must discuss."

"Oh?" Discuss?

I tried not to be a nervous person, but that didn't sound good. I moved to my side, pulling the dark blue sheet back up to my waist. His eyes were on me, warm and kind but also very sincere. He pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head before getting out of bed.

"Dear one, there is nothing to be nervous about. Please come take a shower, and we will talk about it once we're both are ready for the night."

I smiled back at him as he turned to walk into the bathroom.

***

Eric looked very handsome in grey pinstriped slacks and a light knit black long sleeve shirt . I wore less make up these days, but it was still unfair that he could go naked and dripping wet to perfectly polished and out the door in less than 15 minutes. I had my hair down in loose curls and wore black skinny jeans with a new dark red halter. Eric walked back into the bathroom with the shoes he had so kindly offered to get me from the closet. He set them on the floor and fixed the tag of my top.

"Thanks."

I pulled the wand out of my mascara.

"Please come downstairs and meet me in the kitchen when you're done getting ready. I have something to show you."

I nodded to him through the mirror, and he smiled back.

A few minute later, I met him downstairs. He was drinking a new brand of blood. This was a trial product Eric had signed up for. Cloned? human cells—what would they think of next?

He kissed my cheek and handed me a warm bottle. I took a seat at the counter and took a swig.

"Hey, this is a lot better than True blood."

"Yes, less..."

"Metallic?"

"Exactly. Wait here; I'll be right back."

Eric was back in less time to even bother noticing. He had a soft fabric bundle with him, which he unfolded on the last granite slab in front of me.

A/N: People who have read DaG may find something in common with the last bit of this chapter. I'm not changing the purpose of the item—only incorporating it in my story. Eric and Sookie can never be too safe, after all, Felipe is crazy.