Chapter 16

The Sun Ain't The Only Thing Going Down

I wasn't disappointed by his reaction. I could feel a definite change in the air when he started to rouse. It was seemed the ions in the air were buzzing like bees and the aching in between my legs pulsed as I felt his arousal pressed tight against my backside.

I reached behind me to wrap my fingers around it and got a delightfully wicked growl in response. I felt my nipples harden from the sounds coming out of him. A small moan escaped me, I wanted him to pounce on me and devour me. I wanted my legs up over his shoulders while he plunged himself inside me ferociously. I wanted him to talk dirty to me, to tell me all kinds of nasty and terrible things he wanted to do to me while he was fucking me silly. I wanted to take him in my mouth and swallow him to the hilt just to watch the look of agonized rapture on his gorgeous face. I wanted him to take me from behind, pounding me until I was practically crippled. I had all these thoughts and images of sexual acts running rampant through my head, I was mad with desire. How silly of me to forget the blood bond and that whatever I was picturing mentally was being brain-mailed straight to Eric.

Rough hands snaked around me and began to pinch and rub my nipples. One hand moved much lower and began to fondle my clit with fast, coarse movements. His mouth was on my neck and shoulders, I could feel his tongue snake out and taste me every so often. He moved his lips to my ear and began to nibble and suck. That's what inevitably sent me over the edge.

I went crazy, plain and simple. I was a creature of pure, unrestrained lust. I was thinking of nothing but my own satisfaction and how to get it, I knew that I needed to get Eric as riled as I was because he was the captain of the ship I called my body. He could play me like a fiddle and we both knew it. I leaped off of the bed and laughed at his growl of disapproval. I needed to bring out the animal in him, bringing out the hunter in him should do the trick. I was at a disadvantage because of the darkness but I didn't plan on trying to escape too hard. I DID want to be caught after all.

"Where are you going to min sällskapsdjur?" my pet

"What's the matter with the big bad vampire sheriff? Can't he keep up with little old Sookie?"

"You tease me now, dear one, but I promise you that I can find better uses for your insolent mouth."

"I can only hope that you will get your thousand year old ass off of that bed someday and make good on that threat."

I had barely finished the sentence and I heard him clap twice, the lights exploded to life and he was on me. If you've ever seen a big cat like a leopard or tiger capture prey, you know what the scene looked like. I was flat on my back on the plush carpet, he was above me, pinning my arms with his hands and his fangs were in my neck. Feeding time in the jungle.

For those of you who have never known the experience of donating blood, as I like to call it, the feeling of your life force flowing into someone else is insanely sensual. Your pulse and heart rate slow and somehow your whole body feels weightless. It's like an out of body experience and your disembodied soul is having an orgasm all the while.

He didn't drink much, I knew he was restraining himself because I really hadn't had enough time to replenish. He kept his fangs on me as he carried me back to the bed and lay me down roughly. He stood beside the bed in all his naked, erect glory and looked down at me with a malicious smirk.

"Petulant little girl. Did you think you could run and not suffer some consequence? I am going to fuck you so hard, you will be crying, begging me to stop, and I will only laugh at your agony!"

My mouth worked of it's own accord, having disconnected from my brain a few moments back.

"Let's see your best, Mr. Northman, cause so far all this trash talking ain't impressing me one whit!"

"Your mouth seems eager to earn your body some painful education. You will find out that I can be a most stern teacher, Miss Stackhouse. I hope you understand what you are getting yourself in to."

"I hope I'm getting myself into some serious trouble here, so far being good hasn't gotten me jack shit, so I'm going bad. Really, hideously, filthy bad. So what do you say we skip all this pointless banter and you get to punishing me with this." I reached over to where he stood and grabbed his cock, giving it a hard squeeze. He dropped his role-playing for a split second as his eyes rolled back and he moaned lustfully. Then he was all business again as he jerked out of my hand and flipped me onto my stomach.

I squealed as I felt his hand come down hard on my ass. That freakin' hurt!

"Think you can mock me, mortal? I'm a god among your people and you dare to tease me?"

His hand came down again and the sound echoed through the room. I could feel tears start to well in my eyes. If he smacked my ass one more time I would be crying, begging him to stop. But somewhere in the midst of this punishment, I began to feel that familiar warmth spreading from my center outwards.

I felt his teeth on my ass cheeks, he wasn't biting but the threat was there. His fangs were like razors as they scraped across my buttocks. I could feel the blood beading up and then his tongue began to follow the maroon trails, licking my blood off of me excruciatingly slow.

He flipped me on my back and looked at me. He eyes were asking unvoiced questions. Was I okay with this? Had he gone too far? My lust was unchecked, I didn't want to feel safe, I didn't want him to worry about breaking me, I wanted him to dominate me, to push my limits. So my hand flashed up and I bitch slapped him. Brutally.

Does that answer your question?

I stared at him defiantly and then with glee as I saw the wicked grin that spread across his beautiful face. Oh yeah, he was about to punish me and I couldn't wait.