IMPORTANT NOTICE:

Hello to all the readers of this True Blood fanfiction.

Unfortunately, I will not be able to update until the 2nd of January as I will be in the middle of no where with no internet access. To make up for that fact, I give you the next two chapters (Permission and Property) of In The Blood and hope that you will look out for the next chapter (Oh My Gosh, where did 2009 go?) in the new year.

Thanks for taking the time to read!

~Ryuk In Person

PERMISSION

She knew that she should have shied away from the deep growl that came as a demand, but a desperate moan squashed any chance of protest as her hands moved to roam over his skin, clutching at the hard muscles beneath.

'Let me touch you,' he repeated, the words more forceful, vibrating with a deep hunger that she wanted to sate, so much so that her hormones took control, pulling the reigns as if knowing she could hardly think, let alone speak.

He ground up against her and she almost cried out, the force of his thrust sending a wave of heat crashing over her. She moaned, the sound a throaty admission of desire that made his cock throb, the usually soft fabric of his pants far too coarse against his length as he shifted and thrust beneath her. Her heat was driving him insane. He could feel it in her skin and between those gorgeous, creamy thighs. If he could work her up enough, she'd be clawing at that t-shirt he'd lent her.

That was, if he didn't get to it first.

But despite the heat pooling between her thighs, she still wouldn't speak, wouldn't answer his question as though she knew that madness and desperation clawed inside him.

He nipped at her earlobe, grazing his teeth over the soft flesh just to hear her breath catch, wishing that he could clasp his hands over her sinful curves and hold her against his increasingly painful erection. Instead, he stilled himself with the final breadth of control he had, brushing his lips over her ear, his velvet voice husky as he said, 'please, Sarah.'

'Yes. God yes, Eric,' she breathed, clutching his hips so tight that her fingernails dug deep into his skin.

'Say it,' he growled, nipping at her ear again. 'I can't until you say it.'

A strangled moan escaped her lips as he angled his hips against hers, his thrust sending a shudder through her. The heat was becoming too much, the fire inside driving her insane. 'You have my permission.'

The chains of the handcuffs snapped and she was beneath him in an instant, her legs wrapped tight around his waist as he claimed her lips, growling into the kiss as she tried to move beneath him. She dug her fingernails into that fine rump, hoping to drag him forward, whimpering as the heat that coiled in her centre became too hot, burning her from the inside out like lava.

He held her wrists, pinning them above her head with one of his hands, growling as he nuzzled her neck. 'Don't touch. Can't keep control,' he rasped as he licked her neck, lapping at the last of the blood, the wound almost healed as his blood contuinued working inside her, 'when you touch.'

His free had moved to grip her hip as he ground against her, his thrusts hard and fast. She cried out but he stole her voice, kissing her fervently, drinking in the sweet taste of her.

As soon as he had control, he was going to taste every inch of her skin.

Her head dropped back and she gasped, desperate from air, but her lungs didn't seem to be able to work, every little breath devoted to saying, 'oh God.'

He kissed her again. He could feel her heat through the clothes, the temperature rising every second, and wanted so much to be buried within it, but he couldn't stop, his hips moving under their own free will as he spiralled towards release.

'Could I make you come like this?' he asked, his arm coiling around her, drawing her even tighter against his aching shaft.

'Yes,' she moaned, not caring about how desperate she sounded as she writhed beneath him, wishing that she could touch his gorgeous, taught, muscled skin, but needing him to keep using those muscles for other purposes. She locked her ankles behind his back, holding tight as he dropped his lips to her neck again, fangs grazing her skin as he rocked, hips grinding against hers with a new determination – to give her the most mind-blowing, lung-shattering orgasm she'd ever experienced.

And that was before he'd even gotten her clothes off.

Oh, the things he would do to her once she lay naked beneath him. He made a vow to drive her insane with need, make her beg before he took her with every single inch of his being. He'd taste her with his tongue, massage her sinful curves with his hands and bury himself deep inside her heat until his body could take no more.

But only when she was desperate for him.

She had made him beg for her permission. He would turn the tables; make her beg him to touch her, to tear off that t-shirt and lace and caress her gorgeous, creamy skin.

Could he control himself enough to do so, though, when she was tearing at his hands, so desperate to touch him?

She clawed at the grip on her wrists, fingernails leaving short, red lines over his hands as she arched beneath him, wishing that she had gone straight from the shower and into his arms. Forget decency, she wanted him, needed him.

Now.

She fought harder against his grip, her thighs tightening around his waist until she heard a sharp growl rumble through him as he shuddered. She needed him to stop tormenting her, to hurry up and tear off her clothes so she could do the same to him.

'It's too hot,' she breathed, shifting her hips to rock harder against him.

'I know,' he growled, head dropping to lick her neck. He was so close, his body tensing, back arching. He wanted those delicate hands on his hips again, to feel her soft skin gripping him with all of the strength she possessed, but he gritted his teeth, the rhythm of his hips merciless. It wasn't until her scream filled his ears that he let go, his seed spilling so hard and hot. He came with a roar of satisfaction as a shudder rippled through her body, the heat between her thighs so intense that the fire she could wield was nothing compared to it.

It could only have been better if he'd been seated deep inside her, feeling her clenching around him until he couldn't stand the pressure.

He fell boneless on top of her, a slow, lingering shiver rolling down his spine like water as he breathed in her delicious scent, trailing his tongue over her neck just to taste her sweet skin.

If I were to die now, I would die a happy man… he thought, taking another breath, letting her scent fill every fibre of his being. He was so content, but at the same time his eyes fluttered open, his mind denying his thoughts.

No, some other part of him snarled, as if disgusted by the thought. If you were to die now, you would wish that you had still been buried deep inside her, completely spent.

That he couldn't deny.

He listened to her harsh breaths, her heart beating so fast that he was sure it was dangerous. A wicked smirk curled his lips, his mind flicking to the things he would do to her. The only question he had was: Is there enough time to do all of the things I desire before the sun comes up?

He decided that there was not nearly enough time, but he would take whatever he could tonight. The sun would rise, but that was only a temporary state. It would set again and he would spend the night enjoying her, enjoying every inch of her flesh, enjoying the sweet taste of her arousal…

He shivered again. And he'd thought Bon Temps a bad place.

Sarah felt the shiver move through his body as she tensed, the fog of lust and arousal lifting enough for her modesty to scream at her, at what she'd just done.

At what she'd allowed him to do.

Shame crashed over her in a heavy wave. She'd never done something so…stupid before. She always got to know a man before she did anything sexual with him. Always. That wasn't why she was so angry with herself though. He was a vampire, one that she didn't know, one that had an air of danger around him so strong that she could almost feel it. What if he'd drained her dry, taken every last drop of her blood?

But he saved your life…

She lashed her thoughts for trying to take his side. Yes, he had saved her life, but that did not mean that Eric Northman should get an exception to her rule, not matter how kind he had been, no matter how incredibly gorgeous, talented and…

Stop it! She scolded herself, realising that she had to get away from him, as far away as possible, before she did something stupid, before she felt something stupid for a man who was probably about to throw her from his bed after satisfying his appetites.

Maybe it was time to move back to England.

She focused on the bad things, the controlling manner and demands, the way he had threatened to take her blood by force as she pulled her hands from his now loose grip, carefully easing out from beneath him as though he were too heavy, though he wasn't. It had felt so good to have him lying on top of her, his towering frame so warm and comforting, all hard muscle and strength, but she had to get out of there.

But he was probably warm because of her blood.

This was too much for her, her mind tangled and confused at the feelings that still raged inside of her.

He rolled onto his back with a grunt, stretching for a moment before he came to lean on his elbow, looking at her, the wicked smirk on his sexy lips making her blush. He leant close, blue eyes glinting with mischief as he brushed those lips against her ear. 'I hope you don't have anything planned for the next few days, because that was just for starters.'

Whoa! Her head exclaimed. She wasn't staying another second, not when her libido was so high. She had to come up with something, some way to get away from him for just long enough to find a way to get back to Bon Temps. As soon as she got close enough, she'd call out to Sookie in her mind, scream in her thoughts for her best friend's help.

'Sounds good,' she purred, hoping she sounded as seductive as she hoped. 'First though, I'd like to take a little walk outside to,' she trailed her fingers over his abdomen, feeling his muscles jump beneath her light touch, 'limber up.'

He growled, claiming her lips quickly before he darted to the door, opening it in an instant. 'Would you like me to come? It can be pretty scary out there at night.'

She slid off the bed, letting the shirt slide up, watching as his gaze snapped to her thighs, his tongue darting out to trail over his bottom lip. So he was still horny. That could work to her advantage.

Or it could be a disadvantage.

She smiled at him as she paused beside him. 'Don't worry about me,' she said. 'I'll be back in five minutes, ready for you to do whatever you want to do to me…'

'I'll be counting. If you're not back in five I'm going out there to get you. Though, I don't know if I'll have enough control to get you back inside before I start to…' he licked his lips, his eyes raking over every inch of her flesh. 'Explore.'

She kept her steps level as she left the room, letting her hips sway to keep him distracted from the fear that was beginning to creep into her mind. She could feel his gaze on her back all the way to the corner she turned towards the front entrance of his home. She unlocked the door with ease, keeping calm as she stepped into the cool breeze of the night, just shrugging off a shiver as she closed it behind her.

Then her mind went into a panic.

She walked quickly to the music she could hear close by, the thumping beat calling to her like a beacon. She walked the first few metres from his home, going through the iron gate before she broke into a sprint, heading straight for that beat.

She skidded to a halt, eyes locked on the red light of the sign above the club.

Shit, she thought. A vampire bar.