FINALLY ANOTHER CHAPTER! FINALLY SOME SMUT. My first attempt, don't be too harsh on me lolll Hopefully you enjoy this chapter (it is substentially longer than the previous ones :))
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The moment Eric let go of me, I felt panicky. Russell's wolves were circling the house. I could faintly read the minds of a few of them but mostly, as it was with most supes, their thoughts were just a bundle of emotion. They were really, really pissed. Damn.
'How many are there?' Eric asked me, looking out the window at the lawn. The doors were all locked, I was sure of that. But that wouldn't keep them away.
'Eleven.' I whispered. 'Russell's' I informed him.
'Do you have a gun?' He asked, obviously in combat mode.
'Yes, Jason insisted I keep one here since I live alone.' I replied, heading for the cabinet in the hall where I kept the shot-gun. I made sure it was charged and dropped a couple more bullets in my skirt pocket.
'Can you fire it?' Eric added, still looking out the window, preparing for the fight that would surely ensue.
'Are you kidding? I couldn't sing if my life depended on it but I can sure as hell fire a shotgun.' I replied, proud.
'A Southern Belle who can kick some ass. I like.' He said, a grin stretching his perfect lips.
'What's the plan?' I asked, joining him at the window. I could now see the werewolves on the lawn. They were positioned in a half circle, obviously waiting for us to make the first move. So we did. Going up to the second floor, I settled at the spare bedroom's window whilst Eric guarded the door. I held the gun to my shoulder and aimed at the wolf in the middle and fired. I got him in the shoulder and he collapsed, turning back to his human form. He growled in pain. Damn it, he wasn't dead. But I sure as hell knew he wouldn't be messing with us anymore. The detonation was the signal for the others to close on the house. I had time to shoot down a second one. I got this one in the leg and he yelped like a puppy before collapsing on my porch steps. Gross. There'd be blood everywhere...
I then heard the main door being knocked in and the yelps of the wolves as they ran up the stairs. I retreated to a corner and aimed at the closed bedroom door. Eric was ready to pounce. When the door crashed open, I fired the shot gun, taking down a third wolf whilst Eric attacked. He was graceful even as he tore the wolves limb per limb. I didn't have a second to feel guilty about us killing so many of them. They wanted us dead, and I dearly wished to live. Two wolves were able to pass by a very busy Eric and while he was occupied with the remaining five, I tried to hit them with the shotgun which was no use in such a hand-to-hand combat. The vampire blood I'd had gave me the strength to knock one of the two wolves off long enough to smack the second one on the head. Though tough little beasts, the wolf still yelped in pain and retreated towards the doorway where Eric was now engaged in a one-on-one duel with the biggest of them. Eric's hands were wrapped menacingly around the wolf's neck and he was trying to rip its head off. I swung the shotgun at the wolf who was still trying to jump on me. He managed to bite my arm and I winced in pain, a small scream escaping my lips. The two wolves closed in on my, cornering me. Jesus. I could feel my blood flowing from my arm and god did it hurt. When they attacked, I put my arms up to protect my face. I then think I must have fainted when the teeth of the second one ripped my hand because the next thing I knew, there was a tongue licking my wounds. And cool hands checking my body for other injuries.
'Are you alright?' Eric grunted, his mouth on my arm.
'Yes, thanks to you.' I sighed, opening my eyes to look at him. He was covered in were blood. I was covered with a mix of both my blood and that of the two wolves that had tried to take me down. I looked around the room and almost gagged. There was blood everywhere. And most of the wolves were back into their human forms, dead or dying. Some of them were missing some limbs (yuck) whilst others were just knocked out good. I felt a strong emotion from the bond and turned my head back to Eric who was still taking care of my injuries. He was horny as hell. Apparently, blood and sex was the best combination in a vampire's mind.
'Have my blood. You'll heal much faster.' He muttered, biting his wrist and putting it to my lips.
'Won't that only make our bond stronger?' I whimpered, tears slowly rolling on my face. I definitely had had too many emotions for one night.
'I don't want you to scar. You're too beautiful for that.' He simply said, putting his bloodied wrist to my lips. I sucked at it for a few seconds than turned my head away. I already felt better and could see that my wounds were closing, painfully but closing none the less. Eric took me in his arms and brought me down in the bathtub. I understood he didn't want me bleeding all over my new rug and was quite grateful for his smart thinking.
'Wait here' he whispered to me. He then took onto himself to getting rid of the evidence, I gather. At some point I heard him growl. Obviously he couldn't get to all the bodies because of the stupid curse. I tried to lift myself out of the tub to go and help him but I slumped back, exhausted. I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes again, Eric was in the shower, getting rid of all the blood he'd been covered with during the fight. The sight of his naked body dripping with water almost made me meow like a hungry cat. The man was absolutely breathtaking. His muscles rippled under his skin as he drew his hands over his chest, lazily massaging his skin. I most have whimpered in wanton because he turned his head and grinned at me, turning the water off and grabbing a towel which he wrapped around his hips. Why oh why, I thought, glad I had had a sight of his ass. In an international butt competition, Eric would obviously win. The man had an ass women only dreamt of. His entire body was in fact sculptural. Damn him and his Viking ancestry. The man was absolute eye candy. Yet he was there, standing in all his glory in my bathroom.
'Enjoying the sight?' he whispered, huskily, kneeling next to the tub.
'I don't mind.' I replied, smirking a bit. My arms were still painful but the skin was now closing neatly.
Eric lifted my back off the side of the tub to remove my sticky shirt to toss it away. He repeated the process with my bloodied skirt. I was now in my underwear, quivering for his touch. I was glad I had opted for my new navy blue lace panties and bra. He looked at my body with want and unconsciously licked his bottom lip, causing my breath to catch in my throat.
'You're covered in blood. Though I love yours, the weres' reeks.' He explained his impromptu stripping of my clothes. He then removed my bra and panties before I had a chance to stop him. I lay there, completely naked in front of him. And I did not care one bit. He took in the sight of me with a purr before he had the water running warm and reassuring. I shivered, my eyes imploring him to join me. Which he did, sitting behind me. My back was pressed against his firm chest, his length trapped between us. I could feel he was definitely enjoying the situation. The throbbing between my thighs intensified. I wanted him to touch me everywhere.
When the bathtub was filled and the water sloshed lazily against my breasts, Eric wet my hair slowly and delicately, drawing a moan from my lips. He then grabbed the shampoo and started massaging my scalp. This was heavenly. His hands were skilled at everything he did, I realised, a pleased grin on my lips, my lids half closed. He planted a kiss on my neck and I turned my head to offer him my lips. He took them hungrily, sending shivers down my spine. He resumed massaging my scalp and then let go of my lips to cup his hands and draw water in my hair, ridding it of the shampoo. I moaned because his lips weren't on mine anymore. He finished cleaning my hair, his hand massaging my shoulders sensually.
'Kiss me.' I ordered him, craning my neck to nip at the sensitive skin right below his jaw.
'Greedy.' He whispered against catching my mouth with his, slipping his tongue between my lips to massage my tongue. I was breathless. I slid my hand down his chest and took a handful of his length. He had quite the gracious plenty, I thought, caressing it. He groaned and bit my lower lip, drawing a few precious droplets of my blood that he licked thoroughly.
'If you don't stop now, there'll be no stopping me.' He growled.
'Who says I want you to stop?' I replied, tightening my grip on his length. He grabbed a sponge and lathered some of my vanilla shower gel on it and then started washing the blood off my cleavage, his thumbs making circular motions around my nipples. He pinched them roughly which caused me to arch my back against his body.
'Eric.' I moaned, as his mouth trailed fire down my neck. His hands snaked down my body towards my thighs and he gently washed my legs, torturing me into a lustful frenzy. His hands finally reached my wet center and he hissed when he felt how ready I was for him. I thought I was going to implode the moment he slipped his skilful fingers in me, one than two. He curled his fingers so that he was caressing my most sensitive spot, making me whimper.
'Whatever you do, don't stop now.' I pleaded, my hand massaging his length. His hands increased their rhythm. I thought I was going to come, so I let go of his length to keep his hands busy at whatever wonders they were doing down there.
'Oh god!' I moaned softly. I could feel my release coming and when his thumb grazed my sensitive nub, I felt myself go limp in his arms, my insides clenching around his fingers. My mouth formed a silent 'O' and I bit my lower lip not to scream.
'You'll be the end of me, Sookie.' He whispered to me, his fangs scraping the skin from my jaw to the nape of my neck. His hand slid up my stomach and he allowed me to taste myself off his long fingers. I mumbled something incomprehensible and a low growl rippled through his chest, his length twitching for attention.
He stopped caressing me and slipped out of the bath, leaving me alone and panting. He dragged me out after him and wrapped me in a towel, covering my face with kisses.
'You are so beautiful.' He murmured in my ear, biting my earlobe. When we were dry, he carried me in a hurry to my bed where he dropped me softly, joining me quickly.
'Make love to me.' I begged him, devouring his lips.
'I thought you'd never ask, my darling.' He put his weight on me, balancing himself on his forearms, drawing my wrists in one of his powerful hands. I was completely at his mercy with my arms over my head, my wet hair plastered to my chest. With his free hand, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my face to his and kissed me long and deep.
'I've been wanting to do this ever since you came to Fangtasia dressed in that naughty little dress of yours.' He hushed, letting go of my hair to massage my left breast, making me quiver. I'd just had an orgasm, a mind blowing one, at that, and yet I was already ready, begging even, for round two. I would have thought that my recent brush with death would have made me want nothing more than to crawl into bed, but I realised that, not unlike vampires, violence awoke this primal desire to live in me and it included having mind-shattering sex with this godlike Viking Vampire who was now drawing his nails down my thigh, spreading my legs with his knee.
'Fuck me.' I breathed, surprising myself both with the words and the blunt expression of my current need.
'Your wish is my command.' He replied, his length pressed at my entrance. I gasped when he entered me, stretching me in a way I had never been before. No wonder, the man was huge, I scolded myself, mentally. He didn't move for a few seconds, letting me adjust to his size.
'You won't break me.' I muttered, kissing my way down his neck and to his shoulder. When he thrust the first time, I bit down on his shoulder and he grunted in Swedish. He then started moving faster and faster, not letting me rest for a moment. I was grateful for that because I wanted nothing more at the moment than for him to render me numb with his skills. Suddenly, he stopped, drawing himself out of me.
'Eric, don't stop.' I begged him, trying to bring himself back into me by clawing at his wonderful behind.
'Sit up' he ordered me, cupping my face with one of his hands whilst he kneeled on the bed. I obeyed and he grabbed me by the waist and installed me on his knees, straddling him, my breasts pressed on his bare chest. My thighs were spread on either sides of his and his wet length was stuck between our stomachs. I arched my stomach so that my core was rubbing against his length, motioning for him to take me. He grinned.
'This is right.' He simply said, lifting me so that I fell down on his length. I whined as he spread me once more and rode him slowly. He grabbed my chin with one of his hand while his other held on to my hip and behind, leading me as I grinded on him.
'Look at me' he commanded, his eyes never leaving mine. I was close to crashing over the top and I could feel through the bond that he was too. I rode him faster and he held be tight, our bodies one. We hit is at the same time, both surprising the other. My lips parted as a deep animalistic moan escaped me and he grunted in Swedish, smashing our mouths together. I could feel my insides milking him dry. And yet, the moment we parted our lips, he was ready for more.
'Do you ever tire?' I asked, knowing his answer before he said it.
'For you, never.' He laid me back on the bed, covering every inch of my body with his lips. He slowly nibbled at my nipples, his attention completely on the task at hand which was obviously to give me more orgasms than I'd ever had in such a short time. I was like putty in his hands and he was making me whatever he wanted me to be. I had never wanted a man so bad.
'What are you doing?' I gasped when his fangs grazed the sensitive skin of my right nipple.
He didn't answer and simply bit down, his tongue caressing me into oblivion as he sucked slowly. The feeling was very erotic and I arched my back towards his lips to give him better access. He looked at me from his current ministrations and sucked harder. I whimpered and closed my eyes but he let go of my breast and growled:
'Look at me.' I gladly obliged him and stared in wonder as he slid down my body and lifted my thigh over his shoulder, his mouth hovering at my entrance. He then went down on me, his skilled tongue licking and sucking. I pulled his hair and pushed him further down on me. Suddenly, his fingers were in me again and he turned his head to the inside of my thigh, his fangs down. I knew what he was going to do. I stupidly remembered how Bill had always told me vampires had many ways to draw blood from a human and I wondered why he had never done it in such a way to me. I pushed him out of my thoughts and concentrated on Eric's mouth kissing and sucking at the skin of my thigh while his fingers probed my core imperiously. He then bit down on my thigh and I shook all over with my release. I had never felt anything quite like that and I gladly let him know.
'Oh god, oh god. Where'd you learn stuff like that?' I managed to pant once he pulled back up to rest on me, our bodies both slick with sweat.
'I didn't learn. I was always this good.' He replied, a wide grin on his lips, dropping a kiss on my parted lips.
'You smug bastard.' I replied, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. He laughed softly and pulled me to his side, cuddling me. I caressed his skin with the tip of my fingers, catching my breath slowly.
'I'm your smug bastard.' He said, seriously, his hand on my hip, drawing little circles.
'What of the weres?' I muttered, gazing dreamily in his beautiful blue eyes, suddenly remembering the reason for our shared bath.
'Forget about them. You're safe now.' He replied, his hand pushing my wet locks away from my forehead to look at me. 'You have the most wonderful body. And smile.' He added when I grinned.
'You are beautiful.' I simply breathed to him.
'Beautiful?' He said, cocking his eyebrow, humorous. 'Not handsome or hot?' He planted an open mouth kiss on my throat.
'Yes, all of the above. And you have the most gorgeous behind.' I added, yanking his hair so he'd look up at me.
'Glad you like it. I kind of like it myself.'
'Oh shut up and kiss me.' I giggled, guiding his face to mine for another searing kiss. I then curled to my side and let him spoon me as he dragged the covers over us. The next thing I knew, I was sleeping, content as a cat that ate the cream. I could definitely get used to this.
The next morning, I awoke with the feeling that life would from now on be very different for me. I was alone in bed and when I gazed at my alarm clock, I realised it was well past morning. With all my nightly activities, no wonder I had slept this late. I was working that night and I slipped with annoyance out of my bed. My entire body felt as if it had been beaten with a blunt object and I knew very well what that object was. I blushed, remembering all the things that had happened on my bed mere hours ago. I went to the shower and got ready for work before I went around the house to look at the damage the recent fight might have done. There wasn't a single trace of the werewolves' attack. Even outside, the bodies were gone. I was quite reassured for a couple of dead bodies on my lawn surely would not please the authorities. Talking about the authorities, I was quite intrigued when I saw Andy's car pulling up in my driveway as I was fixing myself some breakfast. I went to the door.
'Hello Sookie.' Andy grumbled.
'Hey, Andy?' I said, allowing him in. I offered him some coffee which he politely refused. I sat down to eat my toasts before they turned cold.
'So what brings you here today?' I questioned, curious.
'It's Jason.' Andy muttered, looking at his big hands.
'What about him?' I asked, suddenly worried.
'He's disappeared. Crystal, his girlfriend, reported it this morning.' Andy dropped, looking at me with a displeased face. 'They were together last night and then she drove him home and this morning she called him and he wouldn't answer. So she drove out to his place and looked for him. His front door was opened and he wasn't in the house. And there was blood on his porch steps...' Andy finished, gloomily.
'He's not here.' I said, my voice white with anguish.
'If you hear anything at all, you tell us immediately. There's a team at his place trying to figure out who's blood it was on his porch.' Andy said before walking back to the door. I followed him and opened the door for him.
'Please find him,' was all I managed to choke before I closed the door on Andy, tears rolling down my cheeks. Where the hell was Jason?
I sniffed and blew my nose before resuming my breakfast. I wasn't hungry anymore. I threw the content of my plate in the garbage and started pacing in the house. I felt desperate about not being able to go out of my house to read some people's brains regarding Jason's disappearance. I would be able to scan some minds tonight at Merlotte's, but till then, there was nothing I could do.
I felt like crawling in my closet and cuddling with Eric. I needed his advice with this whole situation so I decided to wait for him to wake up. It was now close to three in the afternoon so he would soon be awake, an hour or two and I'd be able to pull him out of his sleep if he wasn't already up on his own. I called Tara to know if she'd heard anything regarding Jason's absence but she wouldn't pick up. I suddenly felt a sense of dread crawl under my skin: what if she'd turned on him and done something stupid. I immediately brushed that thought out of my mind. Tara would never do something so foolish and cruel. I tried to read a bit to pass the time and when I couldn't handle it anymore, I closed the curtains of my room tightly on the decaying light of day and crawled into the closet, opening the trapdoor. He was sleeping peacefully, his body so still he looked dead. Of course, he was, I reminded myself. One of his arms was curled under his head and he was not wearing anything but a pair of loose pyjama pants. An old pair of Jason's, I noticed. I tentatively brushed my fingers against Eric's lips and yelped in surprise when a hand grabbed me and pulled me down on top of him.
'Waking a sleeping man, how cruel.' He muttered, his eyes still closed. He opened them slowly, and stared at me with a hint of a grin on his lips.
'Slept well?' I asked, reassured by the fact he was now awake.
'I had very naughty dreams. Of you and I having sex on every single surface of your house.' He replied, arrogant.
'My brother has disappeared.' I whispered, cuddling my head to his chest. He sat up slowly, me cradled on his lap in the hidey hole and brushed my hair with his fingers.
'What happened?' He asked, genuinely worried.
'His new girlfriend dropped him off at his place. She's a werepanther, if that's any help. And the next day she came looking for him, his door was opened and there was blood on his porch...' I finished, feeling my eyes fill with tears once more. 'He's all I have left.' I muttered.
'We'll find him Sookie.' He said. But for once, I had my doubts about Eric's powers. We were in a pile a shit and I didn't know if we'd be able to dig ourselves out with the curse, the witches, Debbie, Holly, Arlene, Tara and the whole werepanther business. I sighed heavily and kissed him chastely, pulling him out of the hole with me.
'I have to go to work.' I explained, showing him my uniform.
'I guess this means I'll have to hang out there the whole night?' He asked, curious.
'Well, yeah.' I replied. 'We have True blood!' I offered, beaming.
'Nothing compares to your taste.' He replied, his voice a deep rumble.
I smiled at him and took his hand.
'Please don't be your usual scary self in Merlotte?' I pleaded.
'Me? Scary?' He replied, grinning. We stepped out on the porch and headed towards my car. The sun had set and the night had fallen early as it always did this late in November. I was wrapped in my coat, freezing. He looked at my coat and then my car.
'You need a new coat. And a new car.' He simply said, wrapping me in his arms for a deep searing kiss.
'I don't have the money for that right now.' I simply said, my eyes telling him that I wouldn't take his pity or charity. I was about to slip in my car when Eric's brand new navy blue Corvette arrived on my driveway, Pam at the wheel. I had caught a glimpse of Lafayette driving Eric's red one so I assumed they had some sort of agreement I did not want to hear about.
'Pam!' I yapped when she slid out gracefully from behind the wheel.
'Eric, Sookie.' She coolly said. 'Eric asked me to drop off his car.' She simply explained.
'How goes the search for the witches?' I asked, heading for my car. Eric stopped me and I shrugged him off, questioningly.
'So far, nothing. I'll be back tomorrow night to give you an update if I find out anything. Till then.' Pam replied, a smirk on her lips. And then she dashed in the woods running.
'I'll drive us.' Eric said, gesturing for me to get in his flashy yet classy navy Corvette.
'Excuse me?' I asked, baffled. 'What's wrong with my car?'
'I don't fit in it, that's what's wrong.' He replied, smirking. I frowned and sat in the passenger seat, pouting.
'I was hoping to make a discreet entrance at Merlotte's.' I muttered, sour. 'Talk about discreet.'
Eric laughed and we soared into the night.