Chapter Four

The Best I Ever Had

The first thing a new vampire learns is fang control. Old as I was, I'd mastered it to the point that not even the sight of pooling blood caused my fangs to descend on their own. However, the scent of her, her wetness, her release, it was all too much. It smelled sweeter. I licked her neck and found even that tasted better. It had been so long since anything had ever smelled so good.

I could see what I was doing to her. Her body gushed, and I saw proof of her heat, desire dripping, and flowing with every thrust. There was a little blood, but she was too far gone to care about it and so was I. I enjoyed her body and took all I wanted. Her fingers grasped the sheets, but she was no longer trying to hide her moans. It was exactly what I wanted. She was screaming and crying out for me, and I wanted to hear every note of it. She cried out her pleasure and the river continued to flow, running down her thighs. Her back arched farther as she spread her legs eagerly as if she couldn't get enough of me.

This lover was the most responsive I had ever had. By that, I meant she had one orgasm after another simply from me thrusting in and out of her. It was to the point where she barely caught her breath in between. When I paused, she begged. When I slowed, she whimpered. She climaxed every few minutes and each time was with more force than the last. At this point, her knees threatened to give out, but she took it.

"Harder…faster…ugh…please," she cried. Her plea was desperate, and it did nothing but arouse me. "Baby please."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I wasn't going to ask her again, and didn't think I could stop once I let myself go completely.

"Need…you so bad."

It sounded as if she was fighting a sob, as if not having me ride her hurt. I rocked against her with renewed enthusiasm while I enjoyed her screams and cries of delight. I owned her, and she told me so without me having to ask. I drank in the victory of the conquest through all my senses, her voice, her scent, the feel of her…heaven help me, the feel of her tight hot body hungry for mine, the sight of her release forming a creamy pool in the sheets; it was all mine. That feeling of completion I'd been chasing since I'd laid eyes on her was sated.

A hungry snarl escaped me. My fingers gripped her plump bottom and spread her open for my attentions. The more I gave her, the more she wanted. She was coming undone. I knew she was. I could tell by the way her body seized when I stroked deep against her spot. I deprived her, but just so. I wanted to give her the break, and it helped me last longer. Nevertheless, I refused to get mine without giving her more and I was close. I gripped her hips, kept her still and she was done.

"Ohmigod, there…there—" she begged as her climax built. Her cry cut off into a desperate sob. She screamed and her body convulsed violently.

Instinct took over. Along with the blinding sexual haze that engulfed me, my body hungered for her blood. I was going to bite for the first time in ages. I didn't trust myself alone. I needed the source of my blood to cooperate.

"Want you," I hissed, as if it wasn't obvious as I was buried in her to the hilt.

I was referring to her blood. I didn't want her to struggle. I didn't want her to do anything to incite me further. Wrapping one hand around her waist and the other around her neck, I brought that pounding vein to my lips. My hold was tight as I crushed her back to my front. If she struggled, it would make the bite marks worse.

I tilted her head to the side and bared her neck. She wiggled and rocked her hips desperately. It told me that she close again. She needed me to finish her off though. The instant my fangs pierced her skin, I knew her taste for what it was: fairy.

The only thing that saved her was the fact that I placed value on my word which I'd given, and the fact she wasn't full-blooded Fae. Not even I was strong enough to combat my nature. I sank my fangs into her, massaged her clit, and felt as the pressure mounted beyond anything than she could handle. She clutched onto my hands and she cried out her passion.

Her body released her pleasure in bursts of hot streaming fluid. In that instant, she seemed to grow hotter, burn brighter, and pulled me in deeper until my body seemed to draw in her warmth. I became hyper-aware of single inch of her I claimed, and I only wanted more. I wanted to possess her. I wanted to own her.

I've never had fairy blood. I didn't know how I would react to it. From the first drop, a euphoric feeling washed over my body. It engulfed me entirely. What I felt could be compared to being inebriated, except my mind was clear. My coordination and all my mental facets weren't at all debilitated, it was my body that was gone. I spilled my seed inside her and the force of that orgasm should have rendered me useless for a few minutes. Yet, her blood was invigorating and so intoxicating, there was no difference in the force of my erection.

My head was calling for a reevaluation. What was I doing? I had never had a sexual experience like this. I should be worried. I should stop. I should get some perspective. I didn't care about that. I wanted more and I needed her to give it to me.

"Again," I growled. "Now!"

"Come and get it," she whispered with a coy smile.

I pounced on her knowing she was more than willing to receive me. I was a male and she reeked of my scent. I could see my seed dripping from her. It was mixed with her with own juices. It was an erotic sight, an aphrodisiac, not that I needed it. She sat up and pushed against my chest, signaling she wanted to be on top. I fell back against the bed, but I kept hold of her wrists and took her with me.

She straddled me, her limber legs wrapped around my waist and her arms were around my neck. Sinking into her depths sent chills up my spine. She shuddered in delight at the feel of me invading her all over again.

She still had her lips to mine, with her tongue tasting as she rode me. Then she traced the outline of my lips with her index finger then dragged it across my fang. It was nothing more than a tiny pinprick to her. It spouted so little blood that I ached for more, but the feel of being in her so deep kept me from chasing it. It elicited the perfect blend of temptation and deprivation. I don't know how she knew to do that because to me it was heaven on earth.

Her lips teased my neck, she whispered sweet words and her body only ushered me into one mind numbing orgasm after another. Having her so close, her breasts pressed flush against my chest, having her kiss my lips, and hold me close only made me want more. Her fingers weren't in my hair or scoring my back. She was much too gentle for that. She held me cradled to her in a show of affection and more than a little passion. I was buried in her, she ground her hips, and rode me in a sultry fashion.

The scene was fading. It wasn't just the physical act. I could feel my body falling into a place where my mind had no control. I wanted anything. Hell, a whispered grocery list might get me to come in this state. Somehow, I knew I was still keeping the same rhythm because her cries were still ringing my ears.

I'd lost track of how many times she made me come. The night blended into a whirlwind of pleasure and we glutted ourselves. The pads of her fingers caressed my face and there was a tenderness to the gesture that was out of place for two strangers who were only seeking to ease their loneliness for the night. I was her baby and she was my lover, if only for tonight.

At some point, I was no longer hard and the worst of the high had worn off. Exhausted, we both collapsed on the bed. She was on top of me, but she made no move to get off and I didn't mind having her lay her head in my chest. She got her breathing under control and I wrapped my arms around her to keep her right where she was.

"I'm Eric by the way," I said, in introduction. It seemed long overdue.

She intertwined her little finger with mine and giggled it. I chuckled at the silly gesture. Then again, as exhausted as was, it was all she could muster. "Sookie," she replied.

"Interesting name," I commented.

I felt her face fold into a smile. "My parents were interesting people."

She reached for the blanket and pulled it across her shoulders, but she made no move to change her resting place. She stretched and a yawn overtook her. She reminded me of a well-fed kitten. It was very clear that she was spent and sated. I had to smile.

"Sleep," I murmured kissing her head, "You're tired. I made sure of that."

"I have nightmares. I don't want to freak you out."

I found that I still couldn't get a bead on her. That was more honesty than I was expecting. At first sight, she had looked vulnerable and lonely. Then she had been the best sex I've had in recallable memory. Still, I was older than most countries. It was highly doubtful that there was anything that she had suffered that I hadn't heard of.

"Do you mind talking?" she asked rubbing her eyes.

"What about?" I replied, running my fingers through her beautifully disheveled hair.

A lazy shrug preceded her response. "Anything you don't mind sharing with a stranger."

In truth there was very little that I would share with anyone. However, this would be as meaningless to me as it was to her. I rubbed her back and kept my other arm around her as I began reciting the alphabet in every language I knew. There were a lot of them. Some were ancient, others extinct, but she didn't care.

"I like the sound of your voice," Sookie murmured lazily.

Therefore, I kept talking. With every word I spoke, I felt her body grow more relaxed. Her eyelids began to droop as she began falling into unconsciousness. I was wondering what it was that haunted her even in sleep. Then I had to remind myself that it really didn't matter. It wasn't my business. Great as she was in bed, she was just a stop in the never-ending voyage of my life.

I left Sookie in her room and checked into a vampire friendly room on the other side of the hotel. I'd gotten blood. It was fairy blood, better than anything else I could have found. She was in heat and looking to ease the ache. I could sate her body and she would sate mine. I should move on to another but she was here for the weekend, why not get my fill?

The sun released me for the night, and I got clean and changed. I was at her room not twenty minutes later. Somehow, she smelled and felt better than I remembered. I could hear her heart beating in a lazy relaxed rhythm and even through the closed door, I could catch her scent. It was just as titillating, just as alluring but my hunger had abated. I still wanted the taste of her on my tongue. I knocked knowing she was there.

"Come on in Eric," she called.

I entered the room to find her on her balcony. She was seated on the ledge watching the city, twenty stories below. She was in nothing but shorts and a thin cotton top.

"That's dangerous," I commented, appearing directly behind her. I buried my face in her neck. My arms wound around her waist and I pulled her back against my chest. It was as if we'd practiced this maneuver. Her head fell against my shoulder and her arms wound around my neck.

"It's only dangerous if you push me," she said and her lips found mine. I turned her so she was facing me and I could taste her properly. Her legs cradled my hips and I lost myself in the feel and taste of her all over again.

"I'm glad you came back," she murmured when she had to come up for air.

"I promised you the weekend," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

She smiled and kissed me again briefly. "I going to see that show," she pointed down to the street corner where a crowd had converged to watch street performers. "You can come along if you want or I can meet you back here in two hours."

I nodded and found that I liked her easiness. It was a nice change of pace. Most women were needy after sex. I didn't have to spell out what this was. She wanted to make the most of her time and so would I.

"Are you afraid of flying?"

She seemed to have to think about it. When she answered, her response made no sense. "I don't think so," she murmured thoughtfully.

That seemed cryptic for someone so young but I didn't read into it. "Come."

I wrapped my arms around her and her legs tightened around my waist. Then I took us over the balcony. True to her words, there was no fear, she just yelped in excitement. I settled us on the roof directly overlooking the performance she wanted to see. It had been a way for me to make her happy so she would want sex with me, but I found that I enjoyed it. She didn't babble or have a need for constant reassurance that she was prettier than the female performers. She just swayed with the beat and pulled me up with her to dance on the rooftop.

That night we returned to her room and I was lost in the same mind numbing pleasure she had given me the night before. My need for blood was no more, but I bit her just because she bit me. Her teeth didn't break my skin but it felt so good. When I did, we'd both been lost to this world as our pleasure took over.

Like last night, she crawled on top of me as she prepared to sleep. My fingers played in her hair and I wondered if she was a housewife living out her fantasies. It wouldn't be the first time for me to encounter the sort. There might be a husband and a completely different life waiting for her after our time was done. Whoever he was, I found that I wished him ill, not just ill, but all the worst things in the world for owning the best sex I ever had.

"Where will you go?" I wondered aloud. "Once the weekend is done and your reality calls?"

"Don't know," she said, pulling my arm around her. "Very far away though. You?"

I thought about giving her an ambiguous response, but I told her the truth, though I had idea why. "Fangtasia in Shreveport, Louisiana."

She nodded but she said nothing more. I didn't ask anything else because I wasn't willing to answer any more of her questions. I was expecting, waiting and…partially hoping for her to extend her time with me. She didn't. She simply took my company and comfort for what it was. That was the way it should be. I wished all my sexual encounters with human women had been half as simple and pleasurable.

"Do you mind talking?" she asked again.

I kissed her head and repeated the same meaningless words from the other night. I recited the alphabet in every language I knew. Even after she'd succumbed to sleep, I kept talking. I translated every item in the room in a multitude of languages. The sun pulled me away, but I told myself I would have one last taste of her.

The next night, the last night, I returned but she was gone. There was no heartbeat to hear from the other side of the door. She'd left in the light of day. It had been fun I supposed. Were I of a mind to I could find her. I could tune into her emotions. I had her blood in my veins, but I refused. The terms had been clear and the fun had ended.

That's it for now, I do hope to see your thoughts and forecasts. Depending on real life and the feed back, I'll rear my head. When I return we'll jump right back into the thick of it. See you soon!