A/N: Charlaine Harris owns all of her characters. Evil genius that she is, she has created the Sookieverse for our pleasure.

Hmm, this Chapter takes place in Eric's townhouse. What would you do if you had a few hours to burn until your musician/Werewolf protector had a performance to give at Clancy's for Jazz on Piedmont? Eric will think of something. He's sitting across from me in a swivel-back office chair, eyes hooded. Will I screw up this lemon for him?

Chapter offers alternating SPOV/EPOV throughout.

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****Chapter Warning: Explicit, with language*****

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Chapter 7

Unconsciously, his hand had slipped over mine as we sunk into the cushions. I didn't protest. I could feel it; I was about to get some answers. Then I could make my decision to stay, or go. My choice. Always.

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As if on cue, Eric sat up straighter. He must have scented my resolve. This was his chance to convince me.

"Your scent is so provocative, Sookie."

If he could remember to stay on topic, that is. I'd have to assist.

"If I don't get some answers soon, Eric, I'll be calling a taxi. I still have my cell phone, you know." My threat was an idle one. Without the charger, my cheap cell was guaranteed to be dead.

I waited. But I hadn't released his hand.

He began boldly, for him. "We Supes have ruined our best playground through reckless sexual excess."

'Here we go again' I thought as I felt a familiar surge of irritation. Would intimate conversations with him always lead to me being pissed-off? Probably, unless we skipped straight to the sex. He'd tried to warn me last night, I guess.

"I'm hoping humans are not considered a Supe sex playground?" I would have growled if it were possible.

"The females are," he answered truthfully. Couldn't he smell my upset?

"Sorry, it's a fact." Incorrectly interpreting my reaction, he hurried to clarify. "But, I'm a True Were. Centuries of cross-breeding have led to contaminated human blood smelling either muddy or rank, to me." He finished, clearly convinced he'd saved himself if not his kinsmen.

As he once again made to launch into another Were-version of a swoon-fest on the many virtues of my scent and pure blood for him, I cut him off, a vicious swipe in the air his signal to shut it.

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EPOV

Chocolate cherry pie with whipped crème? No, Steak Diane, seared to perfection, bloody with a layer of grated black pepper? No, even better…raw North Woods snowshoe hare, heart thudding rapidly after running a fruitless crisscross evasive pattern in the snow when my shadow fell…

She was talking again. Did Sookie Stackhouse ever shut it? Constantly whining. Begging for more explanations. So many questions!! I was tired of all her demands. And, if she pushed me too hard, I'd tell her the truth about how I was feeling about her.

Still, I wanted her physically, much more than I'd ever wanted any Human. I relented briefly, beginning to describe exactly how exciting her scent was to me, when she cut me off, hand swiping through the air. I tuned out again. Thinking about her was sometimes better than being with her.

Others wanted her too, I knew, and that made her that much more desirable to me. I was Alpha, and should have what I wanted, I reasoned. But, no, I'd have to wait my turn on the Alpha status implementation plan. No pack for me yet, according to my Sire. Not until I had a mate worthy of my position as Niall's son. Plus, I had to pass some unnamed test. As Niall explained to me, it was a test I'd not know about until I either succeeded or… Well, no reason to go there. We all knew what happened to Alphas that failed. It was a rare event, but when it happened, they were never heard from again.

As she droned on, I returned to my contemplation of the perfect meal. The only thing better than thinking about food was the outlook for the season's remaining games for the Braves. IF Derek Lowe's arm held up, and Vasquez didn't get injured, the play-offs looked like a given…

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SPOV

I was watching Eric's profile as I verbally castigated him. I noticed his expression appeared to be a little dreamy, as if he wasn't listening to me, the corners of his mouth turned-up in a slight smile.

He shifted to face me, and stretching out his arms, bent his elbows up to cup the back of his head, lacing his fingers. The alternating large ruby and obsidian glass choker he was wearing popped out above the neck of his black silk tee, straining against the muscles in his very long neck. Suddenly, I missed his touch. He yawned.

Was I boring him? I stopped. Had I really been talking that much?

"Sookie, I'm dragging ass. Long night last night, up early and busy day today. We'll be out past three in the morning again. I'm going upstairs to stretch out. You can join me. Probably safer if you do. But it's your decision to stay here, or come with me."

He gave me a winsome look as he stood, all 6'4" of him. I hesitated. Should I tease him about taking a cat nap?

As he started for the stairs, I flashed on the idea of rogue vampires, alive, real, walking the earth and looking for me. Friday Fright Nights or not, I wondered if I was ready for meeting up with the reality, here and alone in Eric's den while he snoozed upstairs. I briefly imagined how terrified I'd be if I ever came face-to-face with a real VAMPIRE. That settled it.

"I'll grab a book and be up in a minute. Snag me a chair?"

"I'll find one for you."

Convincing myself I was making the right choice, I finally found a coffee table book on Harleys. Hard to believe, but it was either pretty pictures of choppers or selecting from a shelf of paperbacks compiling decades of baseball and football stats. I lugged the massive tome upstairs.

Eric's bedroom was softly lit, done up in an uninspiring patchwork of brown and tan shades on the spread, carpeting, and drapes. It looked like he'd made up for the decorating scheme by installing a very comfortable king-size bed, the covers already rumpled as if someone had twisted around to find the best position. I thought of and dismissed a mental picture of Eric on all fours, circling the top of the bed, head down. Nope, not going there. Think instead about the visual delight before me that was Eric, sleeping shirtless on his bed.

Concentrating in the dim light of the room, I couldn't look away from the contrast of his radiant pale skin against the quilted milk chocolate-colored sheets, his hair a tantalizing swirl of bitter dark chocolate frosting. A truly mouthwatering scene, wickedly accented by his drawn-up long legs clad in tight black jeans, resembling nothing so much as a double dollop of frozen anisette licorice liqueur. Difficult to believe I'd eaten just a few hours ago. I was faint with hunger of an undefined nature.

Tearing my eyes away from my Wolf protector, I saw there was a lamp on the bedside table and a straight-back chair set next to it, prepared for me. Ignoring Eric, lying on his side facing away from me anyway, I made to sit on the hastily arranged chair. Could he have found one any less accommodating? Forced to sit stiffly upright, my feet barely touching the floor, I opened the book and prepared to pretend to read, the edges of the heavy cardboard binding digging into the tops of my legs.

Instead, I was thinking about running my hands over his sleeping form, blowing in his ear, discovering if his hair was as soft as it was shiny. Trust a hair stylist to have the most beautiful hair. Did I mention I could see the muscle definition in his back, the bulge of his shoulders, the vulnerable exposed nape of his neck? I wondered if he'd discarded his shirt to avoid wrinkling it or just for my benefit. I couldn't be sure.

I shut the book, tired of pretending. Lines which came to mind from a supposedly fictional vampire novel I had once read now struck me as so true. 'It amazed me that, once upon a time, I hadn't known, either. I hadn't realized some of the people I knew were Werewolves because I didn't comprehend there was such a thing.' The protagonist had been a telepath.

If Werewolves were real, then Vampires, Elves, Demons, and other fantasy creatures likely were real, too. And I no longer doubted Eric's explanations. Nor did I doubt he was a Werewolf. But we humans didn't seem to have all the facts straight on the Supernaturals. I knew tomorrow was the beginning of a full moon, and Eric didn't seem too worried about it. In fact, he hadn't even mentioned it.

The bed did look very inviting, in spite of the sleep I'd had today. I reasoned, carefully, that we'd be out late, and if anything went wrong, I'd be better off fully rested. Besides, I'd seen Eric without clothes and vice versa, and I was still a Werewolf-virgin, employing a bit of skewed logic. I just had to be safe with him.

Kicking off my heels, I hesitated, and then pulled down the ruched skirt. I'd leave the leather halter on, for protection, although it was warmer on the top level of the townhouse than downstairs. Hmm, checking, I noticed the leather was beginning to feel a little sweaty under the arms. Confirming that Eric's position hadn't changed since I'd entered his bedroom I made an instantaneous decision and removed the halter. My reasons didn't bear close examination.

I carefully crawled on the bed, and reluctantly turning my back on the draw that was my Werewolf companion, rolled on my side near the edge of the bed. My skin was cooler now, and the slightly warmer air felt soothing. I was lulled into a relaxed position, and soon flattened out on my back. Exposed? Yes, but if he turned over in his sleep, he'd already seen the show last night. I moved an extra pillow in place between us, and closed my eyes.

I really needn't have worried. Eric could not have changed position on that bed without causing a mattress tsunami if he'd tried. When he did move a few minutes later, he didn't bother to pretend he was doing anything but rolling over so he could comfortably face me. I kept my eyes closed. Maybe the big bad Wolf would go away if I couldn't see him.

"I'm glad you decided to join me. That is the most uncomfortable chair in the house." His voice was smooth and low in the dim light of the room.

I'd switched off the light when I climbed into bed. My eyes opened at his confession and adjusted easily to find him settled against the pillow, appreciatively surveying my exposed upper half. No point in trying to cover myself. Or maybe I didn't want to do so.

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EPOV

Her footsteps on the stairs alerted me to her much-anticipated arrival. Not acknowledging her entrance, I froze in place, my woodland predator experience coming in handy yet again. When I felt her relax on the bed, I waited another ten minutes, my eyes on the bedside clock, counting the seconds.

Rolling over, my nose was assaulted by hints of lemon balm with faint echoes of oatmeal and vanilla that were Sookie's natural scent. The enhanced smell of her pure Human blood, a clear bell-like note tingling in my nose, reminded me that tomorrow was the start of the full moon. She'd need to stay at Pam's if Niall's trackers couldn't get this kidnapping scheme resolved before dusk on Sunday. I knew the d'Varg trackers should have found the previous resting place of the rogue vampires by now, given all the information I'd provided earlier today. If we could draw them to Clancy's tonight, my Were brothers acting as bouncers could sniff out the offenders in the crowd of Supes. We'd have this threat all shut down before morning and Sookie's memory would be cleansed. She would be back at Belks on Monday none-the-wiser. So, why didn't that make me any happier?

Horny, I tried to reason it through very carefully, but it was too much effort. The only fact that mattered was that right now might be the only chance I'd have to fully taste her scent bouquet, among other things. Especially if she were to find out about Will Compton being a Vampire. I had no doubt she'd blame me and possibly Pam for not telling her Compton was her Were-assigned Vampire Guardian, missing because he'd been viciously decapitated in a freakish, unexpected revenge plot. When she did learn the details of both our and his deception, the unexpected shock would be very difficult to erase from her unconscious. Human emotions are always more deeply seated in the psyche and more difficult to handle. She might always dislike me but never fully understand the reason for it.

I sadly envisioned her coming into the shop, the result of last week's hastily conceived suggestion implanted by Pam at Niall's insistence, her deeply ingrained distaste nearly overriding Pam's gentle directive to visit us every week for a facial and manicure. It had been a crude plan to keep tabs on her without intruding too much in her Human life. Longer-term, NIall was having the database searched to find a suitable mate for her. He expected to have results and a plan in place before Christmas. I half-hoped the True Human stud would turn out to be a fairy.

But the satisfactory mating of Sookie would be his conciliatory gift to the Tribunal. She and the designated pure Human male would eventually meet at the shop or elsewhere on a pretense from Pam. Human nature would then be allowed to take its course. I might never see her again after that, being just an Investigator, not even a full Guardian. It was my sojourn in Antarctica that had precluded my completing the final portion of the Guardian training program. I stopped short of grinding my teeth, and briefly enjoyed a traitorous thought 'unless I choose to defy my orders from the ASCPPTH.'

In my opinion, the ASC etcetera organization existed only to satisfy the whims of my Sire, Niall. But disobey it, and I would be disobeying him. I could kiss any future Pack leadership roles goodbye, possibly forever.

And yet, her eyes were opening, staring at me, asking me for something I couldn't name. I could easily see the lovely color that reminded me of the sky during an early morning hunt over the pack ice. Her orbs were deep blue at the edges, with the rest reflecting the same murky surface as the bitterly cold one I'd left behind. I wondered. Would she be as throaty as my Were females became when we fucked? Would her eyes narrow with desire for me, lashes curling long and brow furrowing from the effort of accommodating my hips grinding into hers? It was time to discover the answers to my questions. And I had my Sire to thank for the opportunity.

I had been so relieved to be released from my enforced snowfields confinement and allowed to finally resume my human form. Niall's wolf's call inside my head had come just as I was evaluating the consequences of rebelling and returning to the Americas under human disguise. My endurance of the conditions and the loneliness had been a gift to him, further evidence to convince my Sire I could be trusted to perform as ordered, worthy of my Alpha status. Usually, and when it suited my purpose, I hedged, truthful with myself if with no one else.

In fact, contrary to Niall's express orders to me, delivered as Sookie had waited outside my salon office yesterday morning for her haircut, I was definitely about to become physical with her. Greedily, my eyes raked over the bounty of her naked form, visibly trembling under my close scrutiny, the lushly curvaceous banquet interrupted only by some sheer bikini material shielding her pussy from my view.

The abundance of her natural charms (no whiff of silicone or salt water), combined with her smell and compelling eyes, were proving to be too much for this Wolf. Rationalizing that if she showered after we fucked, I could remove most of my scent from her body, I began my seduction. Tonight I would not let us become derailed by condoms or inane discussions about full moons, nor allow her to focus on my physical imperative to shift. I wouldn't talk at all except to woo her with sweet words and whisper her name in her hair.

Hmmm, the hair still looked a little stiff from the effects of the new color. I would remember to work in some of the salon's new conditioning treatment later in the shower.

I settled in to secure my reward for all the deprivation Niall had made me endure. I knew she wanted me; her body betrayed her, regardless of whatever she was thinking at the moment. The powerful aroma of arousal from between her legs drifting up and around my scent glands was driving an arrow down my spine, both energizing and straightening everything in its path.

I slowed my advance; in my excitement, I'd have to be extremely careful to not injure the Human. If I damaged her, Niall would know I'd risked a pregnancy to satisfy my own all-too-common compulsion to screw this rare, luscious True Human. I'd be banished a lot further than Antarctica this time; it might be of the permanent variety.

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SPOV

If Eric thought I smelled good, I would have to confess to being a creature ruled more by visual stimuli. My animal brain might be drinking in his pheromones, but my eyes were sending unrelenting 'yes, yes, yes' signals backto my cerebral cortex.

I had only to make the smallest of gestures to let him know that I was prepared to accept him. Now, fully in the moment, I didn't care if he turned furry or roamed the woods for several nights every month, scaring up packs of deer that he hunted to extinction. I hated deer; they had methodically destroyed Granmere's plantings, year-after-year. If I was a Werewolf, I'd gladly join in the hunt by his side and slaughter them with abandon.

The gesture I made was to turn on my side and roll in closer to him. He'd removed the offending pillow so there was nothing impeding my wanton push into his heated flesh. He felt even warmer than he had been last night or earlier when we'd left Felicia's. I had a moment to see surprise wash over his waiting face before it was quickly replaced by a knowing look. His arms enfolded me, pressing my boobs greedily against his chest, but going no further.

Was Wolf-boy testing my resolve? Nothing much beat the marvel of hard, sculpted male pecs pressed tightly against my slightly sore, overly sensitive nipples. Resolve? I had none left. His well-defined chest held just a light covering of hair, precisely the right amount of texture without being a floor mat. I wanted more of him. I moaned for more, the ache beginning just behind my knees, a leg spasm that sizzled and caused my thighs to clench and hold. I was waiting for my kiss, the crush of his lips against mine to launch our twilight dance. But my partner seemed at a loss as to his next move. The bike we were riding appeared to have unexpectedly stalled-out.

Maybe he needed more reassurance as to just how thoroughly my resolve to avoid anything physical with him had crumbled? No problem. My hand slid down between us, skimming over the rough material of his jeans. Hmm, better get those off quickly before they spotted. Definitely not the sort of embellishment any guy hoped to flash while performing on stage.

He didn't seem to have any objections to me taking the lead, in fact releasing his hold on me to shift his hips to give me better access. I wasn't an expert, but the tooth-and-eye fastener was easy to release. I think we were both holding our breaths when my hand slipped inside his shorts and began the scavenger hunt, the results of which would serve to hold any female in thrall to the male being stroked. I wasn't sure what I would find, but I'd promised myself I would not be disappointed. It was my favorite part of getting to know a new man. In this case, my new man and his uncut cock. I'd rarely encountered one, but the sensation was unmistakable as my fingers caressed his tip. With evidence in hand, I was beyond eager to release the hounds. Judging by the uneven breathing coming from my companion, he was as well. I was shocked when I scaled my palm down the length. I could not wrap my hand around its girth. Question: What's bigger than a Coke can and twice as hard? The punch line will poke a delicious hole in you.

Much to my eager companion's dismay and alarm, I released him and pulled my hand out of the front of his jeans. Why did I hesitate and then stop? I was sorely missing the romantic part of the evening. We needed to talk if I was going to do more than just drool happily over his impressive offering. We hadn't even kissed. Sometimes it was the best part, depending on the skill level of your partner.

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EPOV

I was gripping the bed sheets tightly as her small, warm fingers began kneading the fleshy part of my cock, slipping over the lip to collapse to its unseeing eye, and then telescoping to slowly follow the shape back down and slide underneath. She massaged the foreskin with her flexible fingers, rolling my juice between the pads of her thumb and index fingers.

It was torture and I was the willing submissive Wolf, a new role for me. Careful to hold still, I concentrated on the pleasure, my breathing ragged and pulled from deep within me. She was nothing like the aggressive female Weres I'd always preferred, women who became blocks of arched stone once I'd challenged and then physically overpowered them. They expected me to break the skin on their necks, and then hold them in place with my canines and my hips as I mounted them, getting right to it. I'd been to several human hookers since I'd returned a few months ago, but those had been heartless business transactions, over almost before I'd begun and I didn't bite them; horrible taste. My dimly memorable, scant handful of human bed partners from the seventies, (after I'd matured but before I went wolf and left the country), no longer interested me. They had all either married or disappeared. And no way was I so foolish as to screw my human customers and imperil my favorite business. In some ways, I was starting fresh with this Human.

Except she seemed to be stopping!? Yes, she was withdrawing her hand, just as she'd started to stroke my dick. Maybe she needed more room? Was she too cramped with me crammed into a square area of cloth not much larger than my hand? I could help. I smiled and lifted my hips from the surface of the bed, starting to wiggle out of the confining jeans. Her tapping fingers on my arm halted me, as they were meant to do.

"Eric, we need to talk."

Fuck. The voice of my Siren; had she only spoken any other words, we could both have been happy this night.

Talk. It was the death knell for me, every time.

Women always ended up hating me when I told them what I was really thinking.

I sighed in resignation and stuffed it carefully back in my shorts.

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SPOV

"What now, Sookie?" he'd asked me, a note of pleading apparent in his tone.

Well, he didn't sound too peeved with me. I'd suggested we needed to talk because I wanted to be closer to his mouth, to watch his lips form words, to see his breath spiral out with his thoughts. I wanted to be drawn into slipping my tongue along the top of his upper lip, to trace the sensuous wavy shape with just the tip. I wanted him to experience the tenderness of the explorations with me. Instead, he had seemed to want only skip the preliminaries and move straight into the sex. I needed the prelims.

His upper lip looked smooth, a light beading of sweat the only evidence of his reaction to the melding of our bodies. Eric's skin, always luminous, was firm and clear. He had a small dimpled area beneath his lower lip, and I scraped the edge of my nail into the shallow depression. He'd done a quick shave earlier when he showered, but I could tell he was a solid member of the five o'clock shadow club. Without answering him, I gave into ill-formed plans to caress and cradle him. I wrapped my free arm securely over his shoulder and under his shock of hair, and then wiggled as slowly and carefully as I could, stretching out full length against his long, lean frame. My skin was free of all barriers to his touch; save for the lacy, beribboned bikini bottom Pam had insisted I wear tonight. I pressed into his chest and drove my hips up against his, my legs elongating to engage fully with the front of his thighs, arching my back to push my mound firmly against his groin area. It was the unmistakable embodiment of the beginnings of feminine surrender, but for these few hours tonight I was prepared to be his seducer.

"Yes?" He released the question with a small sigh. I positioned my hand to caress his smooth neck, and tilted my face up to his. Inches from his mouth, I sought his eyes, now moody at being thwarted from something he'd thought was being offered without reserve. I made my demands known in a clear voice.

"Kiss me, Eric, please."

"I don't kiss." The hiss from me had him scrambling to pacify. "I don't usually kiss my kind. But I have kissed Humans, just not recently."

"Shall I kiss you, then?" He looked uncertain, as if I might have been speaking in Sanskrit. "Shall I be the aggressor, and show you the sort of kiss I desire from your lips, Wolf?"

"Eyes open?" he asked.

"If I can make you relax completely and sink into the sensation of our kiss, your eyes may close."

He nodded. 'You can try' was written on his face. I continued.

"Do you give over your lips to me for my pleasure, Wolf?" It was not a question.

A gentle movement in the vicinity ofmy own groin signaled that my words were having an effect on him. His brilliant sapphire eyes had darkened into smoked glass now, reflective of his new mood.

He groaned softly. "If you wish it, Sookie."

"Oh, I do wish it, Eric. And so shall you."

I fully intended to ensnare this arrogant Wolf. I would enslave him to my whims and coat the inside of his mouth with the scent of my desire, all while teaching him how to kiss a Human woman. It was woefully obvious now that he didn't have much experience. Easily remedied.

My tongue flicked from between my lips in quick succession into the corners of his mouth. He was startled, and nearly jerked back. Before I was finished with him, I'd be biting those perfect lips, shy little expressionsof his lust. They would be swollen with his blood, and my ministrations, heated… no, virtually on fire for me.

He felt actually quite warm already. Surely he must be feeling somewhat overheated? I thought about turning down the A/C, but didn't want to get up.

A low growl issued from the eager mouth I was concentrating on destroying with just the tip of my tongue while lightly dusting my lips over his, nibbling on his sublime masculine flesh, my teeth nipping first his chin and then his nose. My own personal Eric sensor was pushing greedily against his gleaming canines and gliding over his front teeth. If this was his first time kissing a True Human, I was going to make it memorable, if not earth-shattering.

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EPOV

She wanted to kiss first? I had agreed, but couldn't have guessed how pleasurable it would be for me. Her delicate, insistent tongue was a revelation, as she used just the tip of it to tease me into opening for her. Giving in to her demands allowed me to swallow down more of her, jacking my Wolf senses sky high. Eyes closed, I was enjoying kissing Sookie very much, my hands sliding up and down her lace-covered ass, thumbs teasing the deep crease, rubbing her more firmly against my front. Her exposed belly was deliciously silky and warm, her lush tits calling to me to break off the kissing and suck her petal-shaped buds between my teeth, grazing the tender skin over-and-over with the points of my canines. I would sink my fingers into her empty mouth, crooking them to gather up her juices, and use the moisture to stroke her into completely exposing her labia to me. I would then settle my mouth on her, reveling in her taste as my tongue delved deep inside her, my sensitive nose buried in her intoxicating center. As these ideas swam woozily through my brain, I noticed her skin was becoming cooler to the touch.

Unsettled, I took a quick mental inventory. Fuck it, I raged silently. It was my temperature that was climbing, my skin that had begun feeling overheated, not hers loosing body heat. My canines too were starting to resonate with a different but still familiar ache. It was one day too early for me to be having this reaction. Was it the pull of her untainted blood or what she was doing to me? The kissing was a novelty, but it had stirred in me unexpected emotions that had nothing to do with fucking. I didn't recognize all of them, but I feared what they might mean for me.

Growling in frustration, I knew I didn't want to push away from her form, didn't want to wrench my lips from hers, or yank back my fingers itching to flex the fullness of those shapely tits. I hoped I might somehow still be able to stifle a nearly overwhelming desire to crush her back against the bed and thoroughly explore the sweetly scented warm wet mouth filled with her so-different human teeth.

Yet, I craved so much more. I desperately wanted my cock to taste the shuddering sensations to be had between her legs tonight. I so needed her to hold me possessively in place with her thighs, locking her arms around my neck, not letting go, our tongues entwined and our breathing merged, my scent overlaying hers as I kissed her, kissed Sookie.

Shit. Hearing myself, I realized I was a hopeless loser. She had me.

My vision shifted abruptly, becoming crowded with raw, animal images of her sinking those blunt pearly-white instruments of pleasure into my flesh. My blood would pool and then begin to dribble into her open mouth, tracing over her gleaming teeth... With incredible effort, I shook myself hard and managed to gain a brief moment of clarity. I was at most minutes away from shifting to my Wolf form, possibly less. We'd have to stop, right now. I knew myself too well to risk any of her tender self

Regrettably, I was sure it was the unfamiliar, overwhelming wonder of kissing her that had sent me over the edge. But I couldn't ignore that my cock was definitely headed over into Wolf-man territory. Sookie didn't know about my third form yet. I wasn't sure I wanted her to find out.

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A/N: Can Eric hold it together long enough to sink into the pleasures of being with his first True Human? Will turning down the air conditioning help? You'll have to read Chapter 8, which continues where this one breaks off. You like?

I gratefully acknowledge beta reader VampLover1's thoughtful advice and assistance re: all things FF. If you find errors, I must claim them.

Note: Rights protected Dead and Gone (2009) Charlaine Harris, p. 101

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