A few minutes later, Eric and I were walking down a slightly steep hill leading to the stream that I could hear but not see yet. He was walking ahead of me because he takes longer strides than I do, being a whole foot taller than me, not that I minded.

"You don't have to walk behind me," Eric said over his shoulder.

"It's okay. I'm just admiring the view." That was the truth. His broad shoulders, wide chest and ...

He stopped and turned so suddenly I almost ran into him, but I stopped in time. "What view, specifically?" he asked flirtatiously, one eyebrow cocked.

"Um, well, the trees, the countryside, you know. We are in the country."

He took one step towards me, and I threw all caution to the wind. Well, the blanket, actually. In one swift motion, I grabbed the edge of the blanket and threw it up in the air towards him. It spread out and landed over his head. Then I ran as fast as I could. Giggling, I ran towards the sound of the water. I didn't hear him behind me so I looked over my shoulder while still running. When I turned back around, I ran right smack into him. He went flying onto his back hard with me flush on top of him, his hands were of course holding my arms. He lay there motionless, his arms flailed out beside him. I ended up straddling his waist, my knees bent.

"Eric? Eric!" I cried out, grabbing his cheeks and shaking his head gently. "Are you hurt?"

"Hmmph, ohh," he moaned, slowly opening his eyes. "Yes, I'm hurt."

"Oh, my god! Where? I'm so sorry. Where are you hurt?"

"Hmm, here." He pointed to the corner of his mouth then closed his eyes again.

"Oh, no!" I exclaimed, making my tone playful when I realized he wasn't really hurt. "Let me kiss it and make it feel all better." I bent down and kissed his nose, then leaned back a little for a response. My fangs shot out.

"No, lower," he grunted painfully.

"What? I missed? Good thing I'm not a doctor!" It took all I had not to bust out laughing. Lowering myself down, I kissed the cleft of his chin, lingering a little longer there.

"No, woman!" he snapped. "Here!" He pointed to his bottom lip.

"Oh, there? Silly me." I hesitated a moment before I brushed my bottom lip against his. "There?"

"Hmm, hmm."

I pinched his bottom lip with both of mine, letting my tongue slip out a little. His tongue flew out to meet mine, forcing me to open my mouth further. Both of his hands grasped the back of my head, gripped my hair into his fingers and pressed me harder against him. Our tongues danced around the others, our heads twisting and turning, grunts emitting from both of us. He groaned from the back of his throat, and I thought I'd dug a fang into his lip.

"Did I hurt you again? I don't know how to kiss with these damned things," I croaked, leaning up and looking at his lips.

"No," he replied, picking his head up and kissing my chin. "You're not wearing any underwear."

"Damn, Eric!" I exclaimed then laughed. "Frannie didn't—"

I was silenced when he dove his lips back onto mine. We kissed more fervently than before, and his hands slowly slid down my back to my ass, squeezing my cheeks. I heard myself moan. "Oh, god, I've missed you."

He didn't reply but pushed my sundress up. Leaning back, I let him pull it up and over my head. Looking back down at him, I threw him hard down until his head was on the grass, reached down and unbuckled the pants, keeping eye contact with him. He was no longer the gentle, warm, affectionate man that he allowed me to see on occasion, but an evil, wicked, vicious vampire whose eyes were burning with embers so bright that shivers coursed through my body. Unzipping down, I reached my hand in and took his soft, limp dick in my hand. Frowning, I looked up at him. Before he looked away ashamed, the embers vanished. I didn't know what to do, or think for that matter.

I asked as gently as I could. "Is it me?"

"Shit."

"It's okay. It happens," I tried to reassure him.

He sat up and pushed me away so hard and fast that I was thrown on my ass, left to watch him stand up. I sat there completely baffled and bewildered, my legs drawn to my chest, my arms wrapped around my bent knees. I watched him pace back and forth, running his fingers through his hair. "Connee, I ... shit. What happened with us, here in Virginia, is over, right?"

What the hell is he talking about? "Yes. We'll go back Shreveport to our—"

Never looking at me, he rambled, "Dani got me to ... cum. When I first got there, at Milton's, I was strapped down and the bitch ... she went down on me. I tried to stop, I swear I did. I didn't want to, but ..."

I no longer heard a damned thing he was saying, and he was unloading a lot. Blinking several times, as if that would clear my brain, I started to laugh—hysterically.

"What the shit is so funny?" he demanded, no longer ashamed but angry.

Standing up, I wiped my ass of any grass that might have been there and walked to him. "Who's Dani?"

His head flew back in surprise. "She's the vamp bitch that cut my hair when ... she was Doug's girlfriend—"

"Doug? Your Doug?" He went on to explain what she did to him, but was interrupted by Nate and Elisha. "And?"

He furrowed his eyebrows deeply. "And? Aren't you angry with me?"

"I should be. Mr. Northman, if we were back home ..." I stepped to him, tugged his t-shirt up and off, kissing his chest before I looked up into his face, "... And neither one of us hadn't been taken unwillingly..." I grabbed the waist of the pants and practically ripped them off of him, "... If we were normal human beings," I took him in my hand and squeezed it, "... I'd rip Eric Jr. right off of you." The response I got that time was an immediate awakening of Eric Jr.

He growled loudly, picked me up so I had to wrap my legs around his neck and flew to the edge of the forest. I grunted when my back hit a tree trunk. He placed his hands on my ass and thrust his then hard, erect dick hard inside me. I screamed because I wasn't all that wet yet, and because he had never, ever felt so big, or so good. He started to penetrate me harder, but I bit his ear on purpose. "Eric! Wait, wait, please," I gasped.

Right away he stopped, pulled back, and put his hands on my face. I didn't fall because my legs were still tight around him. "What is it? Did I hurt you?"

"Yeah, a little. It's just ... I'm surprised. You feel so ... new."

He smirked. "Is that good or bad?"

I chortled. "Very, very good. You just need to take it slow, okay?"

"Well, it's your fault," he replied as he carefully slid out, cradled me in his arms and carried me back out to the field.

"How is it my fault?"

"I've never gone from zero to fifteen inches in so little time."

I laughed out loud as we headed back towards the house. "I think you're off on your addition."

"Excuse me?" he barked then dropped me in the grass.

"OW! Damn! Why'd you—"

His face was directly in front of mine, and I cowered back. "Ms. Byers, I might have been a good nine inches when you were human, but now that you are vampire, you've already felt I am now much, much, much bigger." His eyes pierced mine so harshly I was waiting for my eyeballs to roll down my naked body.

I gulped hard, took a heavy breath, and threw myself back, dramatically throwing my arms above my head. I chuckled. "My, my."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he snickered then walked away. He returned a second later holding the blanket and stretching his arm out for me. I took his hand, and we walked down to the stream in silence. I watched as Eric laid the blanket on the bank, the trickling waters added such a wonderful ambiance to the moment. Instead of offering to help me lie down with him, he crossed his legs, put his hands in the back of his head, and stared up at me, grinning wickedly.

Here he was lying at my feet—a 6'4" male with the face of a chisled God, killer muscled forearms, tight chest and taut stomach, standing at full attention, and I started to shake. Shake! Tears came to my eyes and I had no idea why. My fangs instantly retracted.

"Connee, hey, what is it?" Eric was then standing beside me, looking at me alarmed, running his hand through my hair.

"I don't know," I said, choking up.

"Oh, sweetheart," I heard him say as I was placed on my back on the blanket. He nestled up against me, pressing his chest into mine.

I couldn't look him in the face as the tears streamed down my cheeks. Then everything that had happened the past few days overwhelmed me. I sobbed even harder when I realized what the worst thing was. "I ... disappoint ... ted you," I choked.

"Wha'? No, you didn't. You silly girl." He threw his legs over mine and held me for I don't know how long until I calmed down a little.

"I wanted our first time, again, to mean something." I shuttered, forcing myself to at least stop the tears. "I hungered for you; my whole body hurt. But I can't even kiss you without worrying about biting you, much less ..."

"It means something to me every time, Connee. Don't you know I don't want you hurt? We'll do it when you're ready. It's on your terms. Will that be alright?"

I started my laugh-crying, and he rolled his eyes. "I think I'm just thinking too much."

"You think?" He snarled then grinned.

"There's a million emotions going through my head. I want you, I really, really do. You know that, right?"

"Of course. And just think, we'll have lots of foreplay."

"Hmm, foreplay? I can live with that," I grinned as we lay by the stream, then completely calm.

"I didn't think you'd complain," he snickered.

I pulled my upper torso away, and he let me rest my head on his arm. We were then lying in each other's arms, face to face. "You scare me."

"You should be scared. It's been how long since I've had you?"

I promptly hit him playfully on his shoulder. "I'm being serious, here!" I couldn't help but grin.

"Oh, in that case, please continue." He grinned back.

I took a heavy breath. "When I first met you with Daniel, you did. You scared me when you took me the second night, or I might have scared myself because I never wanted anything more ... I was scared when we first scened. But, Eric, I don't think I've ever been so scared than I am now."

I rolled over on my back, staring up at the stars. His arm draped over my stomach, and ran his thumb right beside my outer breast under my arm. I continued, finding the words a little easier. "You've got this rough, hard exterior, always serious personna, always thinking, scheming. You are stern when I push your buttons. You are stern when you are sitting on your throne—"

"My throne?" he asked, leaning up, placing his head in his other hand.

"At the club."

"Ah." His thumb moved under my breast.

"But now—you being so sweet and—"

"I don't do sweet."

I turned my head to look at him. "You are attentive and comforting and ... hmm." He'd skirted his hand up, his thumb tracing over my nipple. "I'm going to miss this, Eric."

"Your Eric isn't going anywhere. Con, when I am stern, as you put it, can you not feel me? Having my blood. Can't you feel my energy?" He kissed my nipple, squeezing the other nipple. "You can't feel me making love to you in my eyes?"

I didn't answer; I couldn't answer. What could I say? He'd taken my erect, sensitive nipple in between his fangs, flicking the tip, biting with his lips. "Oh, Eric, now I'm even more scared."

"Shhh," he breathed against my skin. His hand moved down to my waist, kneading my flesh gently.

"Where do we go when we get back home?"

"Hmm? What do you mean?" he asked, licking the tip of my breast, circling around the nipple, his hand slipping to the inside of my thigh.

"Are we going to be normal?"

He lifted his head up, looking over my face. "We are far from normal, Ms. Byers." He started to kiss, nibble and lick my collarbone, his hand running over my crotch.

"Eric?" My fangs returned from my body responding to his touch.

"Hmm?"

"Do, um, vampires ... bite the other when—"

"They're in the throws of passion?" he asked, his voice deep and sexy, wanting. He then went to my neck. I could feel his fangs scrape against the targeted vein.

"Yeah."

I waited for him to answer, but he didn't. Instead, he sank his fangs into my neck, licking the blood that escaped. I grunted, gasping, threw my head back. His finger traced from my wet entrance to my clit, slowly, painfully. "Oh, oh, Eric."

His earlobe was within reach of my lips, though I had to stretch to lick and nibble. Moving down, I kissed his favorite spot, drawing my own fangs along his skin. He grunted then I felt his dick harden against my outer thigh.

I grew curious about something. "Eric?"

"Hmm?" he moaned, lapping at my blood.

"Stop?" My tone wasn't urgent.

He withdrew and looked at me. My blood was around his lips, some was on his chin. For some odd reason, it struck me as totally erotic. "Are you okay, little one?"

"Yeah, yeah. Do I taste different to you?"

"No." That was a short and sweet answer.

"I taste the same, even though Frannie drained me and gave me her blood?"

"Your body replenishes the blood cells. You taste as good as the first time I took your blood. Any other questions before I ravish you?"

My pussy tingled, but that was more because he had begun to massage my clit, adding pressure here and there. "What if I can't take you in my mouth?"

"Is that what you are worried about?"

"Sound stupid?"

"Yes."

"But I keep getting a picture in my head of having you, and my fangs come out, piercing your—"

His loud, boisterous laughter echoed throughout the trees. I promptly hit his shoulder. "You dare to hit your Master, again?" he asked angrily, but his eyes weren't.

"Dude! That was a legitimate question!"

"Dude? You dare to sass back to me?"

I sat up, trying to think of what to do. Turning to him, I replied, "Yep!" And bolted up, running as fast as I could, going nowhere in particular. But he wasn't following me. As soon as I realized that I stopped and looked back at the blanket we were just on.

He was just standing there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head. We were at least a quarter mile apart, but I could see him as clearly as if it were a foot. He whispered, "Oh, little girl, do you honestly think ..." I gasped when his face was then an inch away from mine. "... You can out run me?"

I was completely stunned into silence and could have sworn I felt my heart pound. He threw his arms around my waist, twirled me around. The next thing I knew we landed on the blanket by the stream. "Why don't you practice?" he asked, lying down, taking me with him.

"Huh? Practice what?" You could have hit me with a brick, and I still wouldn't have understood. He took my hand, brought it to his penis and maneuvered it a little until I wrapped my fingers around it. "Oh. Okay."

"Let me tell you how."

I grew wet with excitement. "Are you sure?"

"No. I'm teasing you," he smirked.

"Okay, but you have to tell me if I hurt you. Promise?"

"Promise."

I scooted myself down, spread his legs and knelt on my knees. I was a little surprised feeling nervous. I'd taken him before. I sure didn't need anyone to tell me how to do it. With a few instructions, I grew comfortable gently licking him, tasting him, remembering how good it was to make him feel good.

He groaned, and I looked up at his face; he was watching me intently. "Wrap your lips around the width; feel my excitement." The way he was talking made me even more wet. I was never one for dirty talk while making out, but wow!

"Okay, I'm going to apologize now, and if you feel the need to kill me when I pierce your cock, you have my permission." He smiled and chuckled, his chest convulsing as his laughter grew.

When he stopped, I went back to giving Eric Jr. some attention. He placed his hand gently on my head. "No, no. Look at me."

I did, continuing to please him. He threw his hands on the blanket, gripping the material tightly. Then my confidence was building even further. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, being mindful of my fangs. So far they barely scraped his cock.

"Close your eyes if you have to. I want you to feel it. Don't think about what you are doing. Just feel it, feel me."

I did as I was told and began to work his dick again, sucking harder and harder until his dick pulsed in my mouth. Immediately he came, grunted my name which sent shivers through me. "Pull back, pull back," he moaned. I took him out, looking up at him confused. "See, you didn't bite it off, did you?" he asked with a sheepish grin. "Well done, little one." I smiled. "How wet are you?"

Then it was my turn to take his hand and led it between my legs. "Does that answer your question?"

He nodded, his smile disappeared, and his fangs sparkled. It was then or never. I slid up his body until his hard, dick brushed against my entrance. I moved my hips back and forth, letting my moisture wet his dick. "Now, now," he muttered.

Putting my hands on his shoulders, I pulled his upper body up a little, leaving his ass on the blanket. I wrapped my arms around his neck, looking over his face. Then I allowed the tip of his dick to just barely enter me before I pulled back up. He looked at me sharply, his mouth hung open. Taking my time, I sat down on him incredibly slow, painfully slow, until his entire length was inside me. I shuttered before I buried my face in his neck.

"Oh, god," I whispered. "Ohgodohgod!" I cried out, finding tears building in my eyes as my orgasm ripped through me.

Eric Northman was not done with me, though. Not even allowing my orgasm to wane, he lifted his hips, forcing himself deeper inside me. I cried out again as I collapsed on top of him, placing my hands beside his arms for leverage. Our bodies melded into one as we lost ourselves, reconnecting, joining as we once had.

Seconds later my stomach tightened as my orgasm built and built into an intense explosion. I came, and came hard. Our lips meshed passionately, our breathing heavy. I pressed the side of my head to his.

"I think you're right. You do feel bigger. I think I like being a vampire," I admitted bashfully.

He laughed, placed his hands on either side of my head, and pulled me back. "Are you ready?" As he spoke, he ran his tongue under a fang.

"Eric! I am not in the mood for guessing games." I thought a moment. "Oh. What am I supposed to do?"

"Bite me."

I bust out laughing. "Yeah, I figured that much."

"Let's try something." He brought his thumb to his mouth, put the pad right under his fang and bit down. I smelled the blood before I saw it pool up. Keeping his eyes glued on mine, he brushed his thumb along my bottom lip. I looked at him bewildered, shifting from eye to eye, feeling my body tremble at the hunger he conveyed. Then my lip started to tingle from his warm blood. "You feel it, don't you?" he asked seductively. I nodded. "Taste me."

Sticking my tongue out, I licked my bottom lip from side to side slowly. The warmth and tingling spread onto my tongue, forcing me to close my eyes. The effects of the little bit there was slid down my throat, cascading down my entire body. "Hmm," I moaned, a grin barely curving my lips as I looked at him.

Eric took the back of my head and slammed it into his neck so fast I gasped. "Find my vein. It still pulses." His voice in my ear gave me the courage that I lacked, but I just wanted to hear his breath in my ear. "Do what comes naturally to you. This is what you are, now." I pressed my breasts into him, keeping my hands on his shoulders. "Take my blood, Connee. Take my soul. You already have my heart."

His last comment would have made me cry if I hadn't already found his protruding vein. The hunger and yearning for him building up within me was empowering, yet frightening. I delved into his vein, deeper and deeper until I felt his blood ooze down to my bottom lip. "That's it, that's it. Draw the blood from me. Take it ... take me."

Pressing my tongue just below the vein, I pushed in, making more blood come from him. Before I knew it, I was sucking on him hard, afraid I was hurting him, but I wanted more, so much more of him. His chest vibrated against mine, making my lower stomach tighten and quiver. Another orgasm tore through my body, bringing tears to my eyes. His penis throbbed inside of me, pressing against every muscle of my walls. Swallowing more of him, his taste was sweet and sour, hot and cold. I completely lost my mind at that point, literally. I was in a world I had never been, and I never wanted to leave.

"Connee, Con, hey, that's enough," I heard him say. I gently pulled my fangs out, disgusted at myself for leaving puncture wounds in him. "Sweetheart, clean me. It'll heal."

I did just that—once, twice, three times. I was shocked watching the holes already closing up. I pulled myself away. "Eric, Sir, are you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm dying?"

"Well, you are a little pale," I teased.

He laughed loudly, tilting his head back before coming back and kissing me then wiped his own blood from around my mouth. "You did great. You've got control. I'm impressed. How was it?"

I shook my head, crying then. "It was incredible. I can't even think straight."

"Yeah, I know I'm that good," he snickered. "Are you still hungry?"

Throwing myself towards him, he fell back to the blanket. "I'll always be hungry for you, Eric Northman."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I meant a real meal. Francesca can get Doug to—"

"Wait, Doug? What are you talking about?" I sat up and away from him.

He explained what he and the queen had talked about before I woke up earlier. The Bintaurs had agreed to give Doug to Eric as his punishment, since he lived in Shreveport. He will still be working at Fangtasia, but he would also be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

"What? No!" I exclaimed. "I can't do that to him, regardless of what he did, and he was forced to do it."

"Con, he's given himself to you, in a manner of speaking. He might have been under Milton's control, but he doesn't want to hurt you. He feels really bad, or so they tell me."

"That doesn't give him the right to ... No, I won't do it."

"What are you scared of?"

"I had control with you, but what if—"

"We won't let you."

"That's easy for you to say," I huffed.

"Sweetie, I know you're scared of a lot of things, but—"

"Con?" I asked, remembering he'd called me that a few times.

"You don't like it?"

I smiled. "Yes, I love it."

"Good. Let's dress and get back."

After we put our clothes on, we walked back up the hill to the house. "Eric?"

"Yes?" he replied, taking my hand.

"Will I be able to fly like you do?"

"Hmm, not for at least two hundred years."

"Oh, shit! I hadn't even thought ... I didn't even see myself living past sixty."

"We'll work on you flying, and I'm curious about your Bin powers, now that you're vampire, too."

"Ha! I'll be two hundred before I even know what they are, much less having control of them."

"Beat you to the house," he challenged, thankfully changing the mood between us.

"I can tell you right now you'll win. You'll just fly ahead of me."

"What if I give you a three mile head run?"

"Oh, cocky, are you? The house is only—" I took off running towards the house, cackling and laughing the whole way. Just as I reached the top of the stairs that led to the back patio, Eric stood at the sliding glass door, his hands on his hips, smiling gleefully. I laughed. "See! I told you you'd cheat!"

"I didn't cheat," he said as I walked to him. "And we'll have our first marathon in about fifty years."

Grinning, I stood on the tips of my toes, wrapping my arms around his waist. "I look forward to kicking your ass."

"We'll see about that!" He bent down and planted a long, passionate kiss.

"Kids! Get in here!" Francesca called from somewhere inside the house.

I rolled my eyes at Eric. "Kids? Geez," I chuckled.