Sookie was exhausted. So much drama had filled the hours since the Maenad had attacked and poisoned her. Bill was a real asshole, not a dreamy idea of what first love could have been. She had demanded Eric's blood and ultimate protection, which were both amazing.
Why, had I fought this for so hard against them?
Most of all she was beyond hopeful that soon she and Eric would finish what they started in his resting place. Eric was still downstairs assisting Godric and Isabel in returning Amelia to the queen, safe and sound as Godric put it. He still seemed out of sorts, but possibly being depressed and then Hexed might do that to a vampire.
I would have just killed that bitch! Fuck her! She tried to hurt your Eric!
Eric…
The thought of the tall Viking made her squirm in the warm bath she was slowly pruning in. The steam drifted heaven bound off the top of the cloudy surface of the water. Jasmine filed the air as Sookie inhaled the sweet scent to calm herself.
Finally, she had used this curse of hers for good. Not just random thoughts of her small redneck town and how badly they thought of her. She was able to hear the loud broadcastings of that hateful bitch and stop her deadly designs on the King of Texas.
And now you have protection from Eric and Godric. Quite the fan club you have built. It seems that this queen of Louisiana had no idea who she had messed with.
Sookie frowned and thought about Godric. He was handsome to be sure. All she knew about him was that he obviously cared for Eric and the people he ruled. Otherwise his depression might have already gotten the better of him. Sookie shuttered, a world without Godric was not right.
Eric needs his maker and Godric's time is not up.
Where the hell did that come from?
Sookie felt the words wash over her and knew they were true. But how to ensure that Godric stays around? Unsure, Sookie thought about what a vampire King would be able to control. Silly, probably everything in his state or influence beyond the state?
There was an authority, remembering from that witch's thoughts. Were they like Godric's bosses? Would they see tonight's events as a crack in his foundation? Or just vampire royalty vying for more power by any means necessary?
After Isabel removed an unconscious Amelia from the room to get ready for her arrival back to Louisiana. Godric had informed Sookie and Eric that Sophie-Ann kept propositioning him with a marriage contract. Eric was horrified, not about marriage. But that a worthless, spoiled brat like Sophie-Ann could ever reach the same level as his beloved maker.
Godric said the last time Sophie-Ann spoke to him about aligning their states was at a conference six months ago. Stan had just been removed from a coffin of silver for a month, after he killed a member of the Fellowship of the Sun. He had claimed the human had looked at him wrong. Godric set the example that concerns or disputes involving the anti-vampire group were to go through him first so that he could decide what action, if any to take.
Sophie-Ann wanted access to a rich oil state like Texas to cover her IRS back taxes and current debts that were in the millions. Godric was not willing to take on a problem state, he had said he had enough issues in his own to deal with. He had closed his eyes and said, "I needed to find a way out of my own melancholy, a loveless marriage would only exacerbated that."
Inspiration hit, he needs blood. My blood.
Before Sookie would act, she would need to discuss this with Eric. Make sure he was on-board with her plan first.
That is why I feel something for him, he is in pain and needs some relief. My blood can do that for him.
Yes, yes! You got it now!
Deciding it had been long enough, Sookie flipped the toggle to drain the tub and stood up. The chill in the air hit her body made her nipples harden. She stepped out of the grand tub and grabbed a large white towel from the dove gray wingback chair and wrapped herself up.
The guest bathroom, in a word was decadent. Sparkling white stone floors and dark wooden planks for walls were crafted to protection. A glittering crystal chandelier was hung in the middle of the room for an elegant look, but the space also had recessed lights set on a dimmer. It was so romantic. Without a certain Viking to share it with, the room seemed wasted.
Well, almost wasted. Sookie was relaxed with new purpose to assist Godric in living a healthy undead life. She could hardly wait to share this with Eric.
Sookie was drying her hair with another towel, and started singing slightly off key before leaving the bathroom.
"Hmm…I've got a love and I know that it's all mine, oh, oh, oh. Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me, sticks and stones are never gonna shake me, oh, oh, oh-Eric!" Sookie gasped.
Propped against a mountain of downy pillows rested Eric, hands behind his head, legs crossed at the ankles and a smirk on his beautiful face. His eyes blazed as he took in my appearance.
"You startled me." Sookie laughed and then threw her damp hair towel at him. The white cloth flopped and stuck on the edge of the bed. Never touching the Viking sex god that was Eric, he chuckled darkly at my non-existent skills as a pitcher.
"We will need to refine your aim, lover." He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the California King sized bed, "Come here." Eric purred and gave her a sensual smile.
Like a moth to a flame Sookie padded over and stood between his spread thighs.
"Hi." She whispered staring into hungry, lust filled blues that made her desire for him curl tight inside her belly.
"I need you." He said huskily. Eric nodded toward the terrycloth still wrapped around her, "May I?" She nodded her consent and he removed the towel revealing her body.
Sookie shuttered under Eric's electric half lidded gaze. His hands lifted to her round hips and gave a slow squeeze before he followed up the curve of her figure to the sides of her breasts. Sookie's breasts felt heavier than usual, anticipating his touch as she rubbed her thighs together in a silent plea.
Eric's cool hands felt like heaven against her heated skin. Her palms wrapped around his tight forearms and made their way over his muscled biceps to his smooth, heavy shoulder. Sookie stepped closer to encircle her arms around his neck. He was so close, but still not close enough.
Eric's lips kissed the right nipple and then then licked the underside of her swell causing Sookie to moan. He returned his attention to the other breasts but this time he starts to nibble and pull, elongating her nipples. It strikes Sookie right to her groin and she lets out another whimpered plea.
His long finger slips right inside her pussy hard. Eric's inhaling her arousal as Sookie continues to beg for more. "Oh Eric, yes. Please more" He continues to thrust harder, rubbing the walls of her special spot for an added jolt of pleasure.
"I must taste you. On the bed, now." Eric rumbles.
Sookie complied, falling forward on her hands and crawling toward the middle of the bed. Eric slaps her on the ass lightly and she turns onto her back. In the time she has moved from her standing position, he has ripped off his clothing and is standing gloriously naked, fully erect and ready for her.
She opens her legs without the request leaving his lips. Inviting him to taste her as he wishes. "Please Eric. Love me with your mouth, your tongue, your fangs."
Without any hesitancy Eric is done observing Sookie through his hooded sapphire stare and is nestled face first into her pussy. Licking and sucking her slit, avoiding her clit entirely. She leans on one elbow to watch his progress. Amazed at how erotic this action makes her feel.
Using her other hand, she threads her fingers through Eric's hair to hold on. The illusion of taking control, is a heady cocktail, even though she knows Eric is on total control of her body. She revels in the possession.
"Ahh, yessss!" Eric took her from her thoughts and started to tease her clit. Flicking, flicking, flicking. Hard suck and then a slow delicious lick. Over and over, he kept his rhythm up until she detonated around his talented mouth. The walls of her defenses blown to smithereens as she came.
In a haze of understanding, Sookie registers that Eric is kissing up her body as he moves up to face her.
"Mine." Eric breathes, slowly sinking into Sookie with his thick cock. Sookie revels in the feeling of fullness. His pubic hair lightly tickles where we are joined and he rushes back out only to slowly descend, once, twice, three more times. Heaven and hell rolled into one.
Eric's rhythm increases and he runs his fangs up my neck. "All mine. Say it Sookie. Who does this pussy belong to?" His voice is deep, commanding and sends a primal call to Sookie to answer.
"You, yours Eric. All yours. Ah!" He feels so good, power meets unassailable and it makes Sookie start to come again. Sensing her orgasm, Eric stops, flips Sookie over, spreading her thighs wider and impales her once more.
"I say when you come. Do you understand?
Sookie nods and purrs out a yes. Eric grabbed her wrists and pulled them to the side of their bodies while he continues to fuck her. Sookie is moaning uncontrollably when he frustratingly leaves her body and rolled Sookie over again.
"I can't get enough of you. I want you every way that exists." Eric groans as he slides inside Sookie.
He is so big.
"And there are an infinite ways to make love to you, my Sookie. But first, I need you to come on my cock." She mewls, his naughty words tighten her belly to the point of another climax.
Pushing harder, he finds her clit with his capable fingers and begins to rub circles into her sensitive bundle of nerves. Sookie is thrusting in time with him, getting closer and closer when Eric pinched Sookie's clit perfectly to bring her orgasm collapsing on top of her.
Eric follows after her, bellowing Sookie's name before sinking his piercing fangs into her breast. Dinking, then licking the soft sensitive skin, sends another wave of pleasure washing over her as she passes out from the overpowering sensations.
V''V
Sated, Sookie rolled over from her left side to face a gorgeous naked Viking. Who just so happened to be drawing invisible patterns into her upper arm. Eric smiles sweetly and she returns the sentiment eagerly.
We belong together, it's so obvious.
Just say it!
"I think we are…I mean…I believe…"
"Yes?" Eric smirks at my loss of words.
"This may seem quick to you, considering you are over a thousand years old and have so much experience on me. I mean, what can I do for you that is as exciting as what you've seen in your life."
You're babbling, spit it out.
"Sookie, take a breath." Eric encourages soothingly.
See. Listen to him.
She does.
"Good, now please speak your mind."
"You are my happily ever after." I pause to see his reaction which has morphed into an impassive expression. I don't want to lose my nerve so I finish before he can stop me.
"I know it. I can feel it. When we first met, whenever I see you, when you gave me your blood." I blush remembering, "When we make love. This is real, can you feel it?" I am sitting on the edge of a knife, waiting for his response from his absent features.
Shit. What is he thinking? What a time not to be able to read someone.
A thousand deaths later, Eric answers. "Yes, it is the same for me. I have been wanting to claim you since I met you at my club. But it's more than that, I feel challenged by you. In a thousand years no other woman has come close to meaning what you do to me."
Sookie breathes out, relaxing. "So you don't think this is too fast?"
"No," Eric kisses her hand. "We are moving at the speed of us."
He traps Sookie underneath him and looks deep into her eyes as his large hands cradles her face, "Our beginning has happened, now onto the adventure of our lives, together." He seals that promise with a deep kiss and she melts into him. Glowing with love.
Eric pulls back and says, "I want to so a second blood exchange."
Sounds good to me.
"Okay, what does that mean? Does it have something to do with bonding?" Curiously brushing her fingers over his carved cheek bones to the corner of his perfect upper lip.
Eric rolled over to his side, taking Sookie with him. Nestling her under his chin he wrapped his long limbs around her and explains, "We started a blood bond when I removed the poison from you. It wasn't intentional, but that amount of blood coupled with you drinking mine was enough to start our connection."
His fingers trail lightly up and down the curve of her body as she absorbs what he has just said.
If I had let Bill take my blood and give me his, I would have this connection with him and not my beautiful Eric. That would have been all sorts of fucked up.
"I can feel you now, our link will get stronger with the second exchange and then the third exchange will make the bond permeate. At that time, you will be able to feel me. The bond is a sacred union."
Union?
"Like marriage? Do you want that with me?"
I am astonished. I know how I feel, of course I want this bond with him. But for my feelings to be returned, it's overwhelming.
"I believe we have already established that I do. I want you very much." He whispers with a wolfish grin and then turns serious, "Forever." His luminescent blues stare into Sookie's, making her feel calmer, safe.
"I want that too. Will you turn me vampire?" In for a penny.
"Yes, soon. I want you by my side. My ancient blood will slow down your aging considerably. You will be my bonded child. Is seems this something you have already considered?" Well, duh.
"I have, I knew if Bill had ever asked I would have said no. But you, I want an eternity of you." Sookie blushed as she felt his erection rub into her belly causing Sookie to whimper in longing.
Eric stops rubbing his length against me and nervously asks, "What about the sun? Children? My turning you, will not give you those things."
He's afraid?
"I do love the sun, I like tanning and gardening and feeling the warmth on my face. But the sun is hardly a reason to be without you." Eric chuckled, nuzzled her neck.
"Children, have you wanted to be a mother?" The tension in his voice tells Sookie that this is a bigger concern for him.
"I considered it, I think everyone does. I do not believe I am meant for motherhood. I love children, they are beautiful and innocent but I don't see my life filled with anything but danger. That is no place for a child to thrive. Also, if you were a human and could not get me pregnant, would I leave you? No fucking way. I will not settle for some why bother man just to have a child that society thinks I need when I've found the love of my life."
Eric sighs, a very human reaction and brushes his lips against hers. "So be it."
"While we are on this blood subject, I need to ask you something. When has Godric last feed?" Eric looks thoughtful and shrugs, confirming he has not witnessed a feeding tonight after the drama.
"He doesn't look good. This may sound extra crazy, but I think I need to feed him."
Stoic Eric has made another appearance and questions, "Do you want Godric?"
"No!" Sookie responds with force. "Nothing like that. There is something he needs to make him whole again that only my blood can give, I think it's a fairy thing."
Eric considers Sookie's reasoning before replying. "He is my maker, I would deny him nothing. But you, I don't want to share you. In another life, with him, maybe."
"If that life comes around, we will make that choice together. I'm pretty certain there is magic that you have awoken in my blood when you feed me that will heal Godric's soul. It's like my blood calls to comfort him." Sookie pauses, uncertain. "Does this makes sense?"
"I understand, I can feel your light as well. It's beautiful. Seeing Godric hopeless is too much to bear."
"So, we are okay?" Sookie doesn't want to confuse Eric about feeding Godric.
Eric kisses her. "More than okay. You wish to care for my beloved maker in a way I cannot. I am in awe of you, my Sookie."
Their passion ignites again until the sun rises pulling them both to rest.