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Chapter 47: Push It

Eric

Eric watched as Sookie ate her food. She had said she only needed a snack, but if he was feeding from her she was going to eat a full meal and full of protein too. She chewed slowly as if to torture him and he found himself leaning closer and closer to her once more.

"Uh Eric? Did you want some? Jeez, you are in my personal bubble," she said, looking at him confused.

"Oh I plan on being in your personal bubble real soon."

Sookie chuckled and swallowed another bite of buttery potatoes and with her little moan Eric decided he needed another strategy. "Lover, let me please."

Sookie lifted her eyebrow in confusion and Eric gently took the fork from her hand and cut another piece of meat with a smaller bit of potatoes also on the fork.

He lifted it to her mouth and she smiled slightly and opened her mouth around the fork, chewing. He reloaded the fork as she chewed this time with just meat and green beans she ate it again. He was making progress.

After five quick double bites of food, Sookie said, "I am full."

Eric shook his head and said, "You still have food here."

She said, "I am not hungry anymore!"

"But this is a typical meal, with typical serving sizes, correct?" he asked in confusion, holding another bite up to her.

She pushed his hand away and he set the fork back down. Sookie waved the server over and said, "We are ready."

Eric stopped him from running to get a check and said, "Northman. The honeymoon suite."

He then grabbed Sookie's hand and led her away. They didn't have much time until the next meeting and Eric was famished.

Sookie tried to keep up with his long strides, but she was beginning to trip so he turned and picked her up. She gasped and exclaimed in a low voice, "Eric!"

He ignored her and decided he didn't have time to go up to the room. He pulled her into closet holding housekeeping carts and cleaning supplies. Sookie grasped around in the dark, looking to see where they were.

For a moment, Eric felt her fear. Perhaps she thought they were in some danger she had not be aware of, but the only danger she was in was of Eric losing his control. She stopped grasping and just wrapped herself around Eric, a sense of security flooding her knowing she was safe as long as she was with him.

Eric rumbled in pleasure at the emotion and angled her face to his, kissing her deeply. She was surprised at first, then just as greedy. She wrapped her arms around her neck and pushed her chest flush against his. He rumbled in her ear as he broke the kiss off.

"Sookie, may I feed?" he asked.

She nodded and kissed his neck to encourage him. "Please, my Viking," she whispered back.

He kissed and licked his way down her neck and sucked lightly on the vein he would be biting into. With each brush of his tongue he noticed Sookie rub herself against him. He held the back of her neck in one hand, with his other securely on her ass.

She moaned as he hesitated and she gasped, "Eric! Please!"

He kissed her impatient little mouth and then leaned in and bit. She gasped and was simply writhing in his arms, looking for any kind of friction she could find.

Eric growled low as he drank in the elixir of her blood. She tasted like everything good he had ever experienced. She tasted of honey, the sweet grass of his homeland, the smell of his dead baby sister's sweet soft skin, fresh dirt, sun-dried clean laundry, campfire, the heavenly scent of her own arousal, rainwater, and even Eric himself. She said he had smelled like the ocean in winter and now she held the faintest smell and taste of that.

Eric realized he was now rubbing back against her and she had hitched a leg up on his hip, grinding herself as she kissed his neck and now exposed chest. Sookie was panting heavily and he rubbed his erection right where she would take him if there weren't layers of clothes blocking them.

He ran his fingers up her body as he leaned down for a kiss and bucked against her as he palmed her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples through her dress. She was trembling now and he reached one hand down between them and rubbed her over her dress.

She arched and he felt her come in the bond, which danced through his own blood. He continued to rub against her desperately as she calmed and stilled, reveling in her post coital bliss. He growled and began moving against her so hard she would be pushed backward onto floor if he didn't have a strong grip on her.

She kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. The warmth and wetness there caused him to roughly push his tongue against hers and massage it as if it could make up for the place he desperately wanted to be.

Sookie, sensing his urgency, broke the kiss away and put his mouth back towards her neck wound. He sucked in more of her blood, and then he felt her warm breath on his own neck.

She then bit and he came so hard he clenched his eyes shut, but instead of the darkness that plagued his life, he had golden sparkling light dancing behind his lids, over stimulating him as he released.

Sookie lapped and sucked his blood into her system and Eric also took lights sips. The bond was growing stronger and stronger with each drop they exchanged and Eric poured everything she meant to him into the bond.

"Oh, fuck Sookie. You are…fuck there aren't even words," he said.

She leaned back, her mouth still bloody and nodded in awe and wonder.

He leaned in and kissed her gently, loving the taste of his own blood on her warm, soft lips. Sookie kissed him back, reciprocating his gentle touch.

Then the door swung open.

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