Chapter 36: Do You Wanna Touch Me

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this is your smut warning

His mouth devoured her. Breathing was not even remotely a priority when kissing Eric Northman was an option. Every bit of her mouth fit perfectly with his. Their tongues danced the most complicated twirls, their best choreography yet. He pushed her against the elevator wall, which idled on the first floor, the gate still shut. Olivia pulled him even closer, needing every part of him to touch her, and touch her now.

Eric's body felt cold only for a moment, but she seemed to burn hot enough for the two of them. Before she even noticed, he was just as warm as she was. She had dreamed of having him night after night, and to be honest, the desire simmered inside her long after their blood bond dissipated. Having him felt unlike anything she could ever imagine. It was relentless, hungry, dark, wicked and delicious. His body was firm and pressed her in all the right places. She could feel the silhouette of his hard cock against her hip, and the size of it alone filled her with a thrill she never quite felt before.

His hands had not left her face and hair, not even for a moment. He kissed her like she was blood, and he hadn't fed in a thousand years. Eric wanted this from the moment he laid eyes on her, and he was going to savor every inch of her, slowly and completely.

Suddenly their lips parted. Eric pulled away slightly, noses still touching. His thumb caressed her raw bottom lip while Olivia almost painted, remembering she had to breathe.

"They're about to come down," he whispered.

Olivia had no idea who was talking about or recollection of where they were or what they'd done for several seconds.

Right. The Burrells had to make their way down too, eventually.

Eric's hand grasped hers, enveloping it completely. She watched their hands clasped together. There's something very intimate about holding hands with someone. For her, it usually meant reading louder thoughts and having to raise her shields even higher. He opened the freight elevator gate and led her outside to the car, holding her hand tight, not letting her go for a single moment. Olivia didn't have to raise her walls. She could just relish the closeness for what it was.

The faint dull sound of the elevator going up echoed among the shadowy empty buildings of the forgotten industrial complex. Eric opened the passenger door for her, and she slipped inside. She could feel her heart beating on the very top of her chest, the middle of her legs felt warm and inpatient.

In the blink of an eye, Eric hopped behind the steering wheel, turned the car on and threw it in reverse. He turned his torso around, facing her and extended his right arm over to the back of her seat. Eric hit the gas, and they snaked their way out backwards and quickly. His eyes were focused on the rear windshield, but all she could see was his magnificent body peeking from under his leather jacket. His belt buckle. His hard cock was visible plain as day, even in a pitch-black car. His thighs were inviting, she wanted to sit on them, no matter which way.

When they backed into the main road, Eric put the car into first gear and forward they went. She didn't ask where this time, it didn't matter where. His house, her house, Fangtasia, a forest meadow - she was too drunk with power, too intoxicated with lust in order to think of anything else.

The Escalade was so high up from the ground it looked like they were flying low, hovering over the road. The moment Eric had settled in a direction, his hand slipped off onto her left thigh. Olivia watched his large hand travel closer, towards where she wanted him most. His fingers disappeared under her dress and she could feel his light touch over her panties. Eric gently petted her clit over the thin lace, stroking slowly. Olivia felt completely tense and completely relaxed at the same time, her body didn't even know what to do. She closed her eyes, spread her legs a little further, arched her back and her hand squeezed the sides of the car seat. Her breath was uneven, she quivered and held back her moans the best she could. But they still slipped out in little whispers while enjoying every little circle he drew.

His touch was so gentle, and she was so aroused her body started to scream for more. She tried to move his hand inside her underwear, but he shushed her with a quite literal panty-melting smile. He planned to tease and torture her until he could fuck her properly.

Without warning, his hand departed her and moved back to the gear stick, eyes on the road for a wide blind turn. A moment too long - it was time to return the torment. Her left hand reached across and gently stroked him. Eric let out a quivering moan, he wasn't expecting retaliation. His size was intimidating. He was by far the largest man she had touched - also the only man she had touched and heard no thoughts. She had no idea what he wanted to do to her. His likes and kinks, his darkest fantasies weren't revealed immediately. The wonder and anticipation were both terrifying and thrilling. Not to mention they both sat in utter silence, a sexual experience she never thought she would get to have.

But for now, she was going to run her nails over his jeans, and lightly massage the head of his cock, the most sensitive part that made him almost squirm in his seat. Making Eric grow hornier by the minute was an exhilarating power she had no idea she had. It certainly made him drive faster, and definitely too fast. Before she even knew it, he pulled in front of her house. Both hopped out of the car and Olivia unlocked the front gate. She felt her heartbeat pulsing everywhere.

Eric followed her through her small front garden, dodging the citrus trees. When she opened her front door she had never been so thankful for cleaning the whole house earlier. She kicked off her shoes and turned on the living room floor lamp to add a dim ambiance. When Liv didn't feel Eric's shadow follow her, she turned around. He was standing still by the front doorway, hands on the frame, patiently waiting. She had invited and uninvited him so many times she completely lost track of whether or not he could come in.

Regardless, she was going to have fun with it. Slowly, she untied her white wrap dress standing five feet away from him. He watched without blinking, breathing or moving. Olivia gently opened her dress and did the grand reveal, letting the fabric slide off her body. She stood there with her panties only, as she didn't usually wear a bra with this dress.

Eric let out a deep breath and clenched his jaw. "It's the strangest feeling when reality matches what you imagined so perfectly,"

It was past 3 AM, and the citrus trees blocked most of the view of the road, so hopefully her nosy neighbours wouldn't see her naked. She slowly approached him, enjoying the feeling of having his eyes devour her.

"Invite me in, Olivia," he whispered with his fangs down. "Right now."

She felt a chill go up her spine, a bad feeling turned inside her. Not this-

"You will not bite me," Olivia demanded, drawing a new line on the sand.

He shifted weight on his feet and looked back at her eyes with a grin. "There are other ways of tasting you."

Oooh, my fuck - a much different chill went through her body. It was pure desire, and there was no point in resisting it. "Come in."

The second after he stepped inside and shut the door, Eric hurried straight back into her kiss. It felt like wildfire – brazen, hot and out of control. His hands travelled all through her body, eager to explore. They landed on her ass, grabbing it with a full appetite. He lifted her off the floor and held her by the back of her thighs. He twisted his body and sat her hastily on the sideboard she had on the entrance, knocking everything over in the process.

Their lips found new depths. She kissed him with hunger as he grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head. His arms wrapped around her in the deadliest of embraces. The passion and heat between was the kind that made you forget your own name. His right hand found the middle of her legs, and instead of teasing over the fabric, it slipped inside, exploring the most eager part of her. He found out quickly that she was soaking wet which only made him harder. Eric smiled mid-kiss, pleased with how much she wanted him even though he had barely even started.

He broke their kiss apart, and Olivia found herself almost breathless again. His dark blue eyes stared at her, his whole figure towered over her between her legs. He brought his index finger to his mouth and got the first taste of her.

Eric leered at her, eyes full of sinful intentions. "Oh, you've been holding out on me."

Before she could think of a dirty reply, he pulled off the furniture and picked her up. The next second, he carried her into the living room and put her on the blue velvet couch. Eric stood in front of her looking down like the tall Viking God he was. He took off his black muscle tee and holy fucking BODY. Pale, sculpted and perfect. A little bit of dirty blond chest hair, and a light trail on his lower stomach. He did have the V-shaped indents by his hips, just like the calendar photos.

Eric looked at her intensely, half not knowing where to start first, half not believing he was about to finally have her. The vampire lowered to his knees right in front of her and kissed Olivia's lips while his hands masterfully took her underwear off her hips. When her panties were down mid-thigh, he snapped the sides and tossed the ripped fabric across the room. He kissed down her neck, trailing his tongue down to her breasts, taking pleasure from every inch of skin he touched. Without warning, he moved her hips closer to the very edge of the couch, and his mouth dove right between her legs.

The second his tongue touched her clit, it was game over. His mouth sent her pulse into overdrive. A mix of massaging and firm suckling sent shock waves through her body. He ate all her pussy and ate it like he was starving. It was insanity-inducing, delirious levels of carnal bliss. Liv ran her fingers through his soft hair, as she melted into the couch, unable to control her own moans or make sensical words. Every so often Eric would glance up with a smile, knowing exactly what he was doing, then dove back between her legs, holding her thighs in a lock grip.

Letting her catch her breath again, he pulled away, licking his lips not letting a drop of her go to waste. "Is this why you avoided me for so long? Because you knew how incredible you tasted?"

Olivia laughed, not falling for the flattery. "You're still not having my blood."

Eric just sat on the floor smiling. Chin glistening with her wetness, messy hair and shiny blue eyes. Somebody pinch her. "Bedroom?"

Still lost in rapture, she nodded. Both of them got up, and Liv noted she was at a disadvantage: she was the only one naked - he very much still had pants on.

"Take it off," she tugged on his belt loop.

He silently obeyed. There's no sound quite as sexy and the sound of a man taking his belt off. Eric undressed completely and threw his clothes on the couch where she arguably went to heaven a moment ago. Liv finally got to take a good look at It. Thick, long, hard, uncut and absolutely beautiful. It poked at her belly button and he wasn't even standing at his usual distance.

She reached for it and stroked it gently. Eric shivered, his fangs descended again. Lust and hunger for a vampire are almost one and the same. With his cock still in hand, she led him to her bedroom. Her bed was unmade from when he called her hours ago to meet the Governor, but the rest of it was tidy and the sheets were clean. She reached for the lamp on the nightstand and flicked it on. Tonight was something she wanted to see.

It was time for the main course. His fingers wrapped over her waist from behind, and he softly nibbled the top of her shoulder. She could feel the sharpness of his teeth grazing on her skin. Olivia was suddenly hyper-aware of the vampire she invited into her room.

"Are you sure?" He whispered.

If she had learned anything tonight, it is that together they can do anything. From the blood fever dreams to every time he stepped too close, her body wanted it. The ardor that always washed over her, the ease in which he got under her skin. 'Sure' was the only thing she knew, Eric was the only thing she wanted. To show this she grabbed his arms and sat him on the edge of the bed. She straddled him, kissing him again.

"I'm sure."

He grabbed her hips and guided her gently down. His cock entered her fully, and she let out a sharp gasp. It was a tight fit. He reached deeper than she had ever felt before. She took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being this full. Eric looked to be elsewhere too, he closed his eyes for a moment but he came back quickly as he started moving her hips up and down.

Olivia rode him, rolling her hips in waves, taking deep breaths between moans, feeling the pressure inside her belly grow. Up and down like waves, his hard abs pressed against her clit. She rested her arms on his wide shoulders and kissed down from his lips to his neck. Playfully, she bit him and Eric let out a primal moan, from deep inside his chest.

Without warning, Eric threw her on the middle of the bed like a ragdoll. He kneeled between her legs, eyes washing her over with lust, fangs poking out under his grin. This time she wasn't afraid. She had surrendered to him completely. Yielding control and trusting someone with her whole self - especially when she had no idea what he was thinking - wasn't something she was familiar with. Yet, she opened her legs again, ready to be taken in an all-consuming passion of want and need, their connection beyond definition.

He lifted her hips off the bed, hands cupping her ass fully, and entered her again. Eric thrust slowly at first, in and out with her breaths, letting her get used to his size at this angle. Then quicker, synced with her heartbeat. He fucked her hard and without mercy, watching her stretch her arms across the messy sheets. She watched him fuck her, eyes gazing at her with the intensity only he could. He saw her. He saw her completely.

His biceps were flexed from holding her, his chest and abs were perfect, and feeling his thick cock stretch her on top of that would be an image etched in her memory forever. Olivia moaned loudly now, feeling the impact deep inside at every thrust, which shook the bed under them. Every plunge he took pushed her closer and closer to the release she so desperately wanted.

Without stopping he sat on his knees, letting her lower back rest on his thighs. One hand still pinned her hip down, moving it the way he wanted. The other rubbed her swollen and wet clit with his thumb. She never felt this pressure much inside of her, but again, she was ready to release it. She felt electric currents run up and down her body and coming so hard and for so long she thought she was going to pass out.

Somehow, she didn't. Eric slowed down, proud of what he had accomplished. He delicately pulled away from her, spread her legs open and had a good taste. When his tongue explored all of her drenched slit, he let out another deep moan. The vibrations of his throat mixed with the ripple effects of the best orgasm she ever had made the room spin.

Eric pulled away again, getting off the bed and standing right next to it. "I want you to taste your cum on me," he said huskily.

Slowly, Olivia made her way to the edge of the bed. She sat on her knees, examining his beautiful wet cock. She licked the tip as commanded, it was strangely sweet. But she knew a simple taste was not what Eric really desired. She opened her mouth and tried to put his whole length inside, but her body rejected it - he was far too big.

However, she felt determined to make Eric's knees weak, because he had given her the orgasm of a lifetime and it's not a debt she wanted to owe. Liv started off by licking him clean, base to tip. Then she twirled her tongue on the sensitive tip, sucking it without breaking eye contact.

She could tell this fantasy was everything Eric Northman ever wanted - Olivia on her knees, his dick in her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and started to thrust lightly, not being able to help himself. Olivia grew hungrier for it and took another inch in her mouth. Eric had a full-body shudder and it made her pussy throb for his cock again, greedy for another orgasm. His lips parted, not making a sound, unable to process how good her mouth felt. She had him in the palm of her fucking hand.

Olivia sucked him as deep as she could, moaning with his cock as far down her throat as she could handle. When he pulled away, a thick string of drool connected her mouth to his cock. He cleaned her face off with his thumb, gazing directly into her eyes. "Lie on your stomach for me."

She sprawled on the bed, aching to have him. He put gentle kisses on her back, and when he reached her shoulder she could feel him enter again. Liv was drenched, she could herself drip on the sheets. She tilted her ass up, letting him enter fully. His arms snaked under hers, and stretched out, intertwining his fingers with hers. He moaned quietly into her ear, as he laid on top of her in a frog position. Eric was hitting the most blissful spot inside her.

The rest of the world ceased to exist. There were just the two of them on this bed, and nothing else was important or pressing. The feeling of being alone together, bodies fused as one, was beyond words. She was lost in the sheets, pressed against the mattress, and in her own head - nothing. No thoughts, just pure pleasure. Eric whispered dirty secrets into her ear. About how badly he wanted her, and for how long he had dreamed about this. About how good she smelled and tasted, how addicting she felt. Olivia could feel the point of his fangs brush against her skin, and part of her wanted to feel the pain of his bite. She wanted more of him, she wanted to give more of her.

Her whole body contracted in shockwaves, and she lost herself in another lustful orgasm. Eric's body tensed up with her, and when he finally reached climax he let out a groan and moaned something in a language she didn't know. He slowed down but didn't fully stop. He didn't want to stop fucking her. She could feel him throb inside her, filling her with cum. It slowly spilled out of her, dripping down her slit, getting all over the sheets. It fulfilled fantasies not even she knew she had. A peaceful euphoria washed over both of them.

Eric finally rolled off of her, and Olivia took deep calm breaths for a minute, letting her lungs fill with air completely. His arm caressed her down her spine and up the curve of her ass. He pulled her closer, rolling her to her side and into his body into a spooning position. He watched her chest rise and fall, her messy hair sprawl all over the sheets, her skin was glowing with sweat.

This was the part of sex that she liked the least. It was the part where reality settled back in, and usually brought regret or self-doubt plagued the minds of her partners. The last time she had sex, Alcide immediately compared her with Debbie Pelt once they were done. In her world, post-sex cuddles were to be avoided like the plague, but in this instance, she stayed still, felling his chest on her back and his fingers caress her curves lightly.

It was soundless, peaceful and safe. What a strange place to find serenity - in the arms of a vampire. It was still just the two of them in the world. Everything else had vanished. His striking blue eyes were still not bored of her.

"Why didn't you take me to the ball?" She whispered.

He put a soft kiss on the top of her shoulder. "I was trying to protect you. I knew the media would eat whoever my date was alive, and I saw how uncomfortable you were in front of the cameras at the police station."

Olivia knew he meant it. This whole time he protected her in ways he was in no way obliged to.

"Except that I failed," he looked away at nothing in particular. "I should never have danced with you, I should have known better, and for that I am sorry-"

"That dance," she interrupted. "Will forever be one of my favorites. And I was the one who asked for it, you have nothing to apologize for."

His hand hugged her stomach tightly, her whole body felt like jelly. "If you knew what would happen afterwards, would you still have asked?"

Had she known about the media frenzy, the Queen's revenge for their supposed chemistry which made her turn their business into possibly the largest drug cartel in the state, Willa's obsession with Eric, the raid which ruined her money laundering pathways, getting arrested and blackmailing the Governor which could possibly be the biggest target on their backs yet, and now this - would she have done it all again? Her life had been significantly more stressful, her work became ten times harder and now that they slept together, everything was a hundred times more complicated.

She still couldn't get over the feeling of stillness she felt in his arms. It was hard to put a price on this. "If I knew it would lead to this, I may have danced with you a lot sooner."

He let out a small smile as he kissed her hair, reeling in the scent of her hair right after. Olivia felt a small part of her question if giving in to her carnal desires was a mistake. Would Eric make her regret this? She had broken at least 23 of her rules, would the world cruelly remind her why they were there in the first place?

What were they now? Was this just a heat of the moment, meaningless sex? Or was it more? The thought filled her with anxiety. She glanced at the clock, it was almost 5 AM. It was time to hurl herself into the hard truth that she couldn't stay in this dream forever. It was time for him to go to the ground, or wherever he went. It took her several moments to gather the courage to push him away because an even bigger part of her wanted him to stay. That gave her anxiety too.

"You should go, it's almost sunrise," the words felt bitter in her mouth. She had said them before.

He was still looking at every inch of her, still hypnotized. His fingers carefully ran through her hair. "I'll go once you fall asleep."

Relieved, she nodded and closed her eyes, feeling the tips of his fingers pervade her scalp washing her with a calm she hadn't felt in a very long time - maybe never. Neither of them said another word, but they had entire conversations between her slow breathing, his gaze, her calm beating heart and the gentleness of his touch. Their bodies were intertwined, refusing to spend time apart. All in silence.

Being in his arms was her new favourite sound.

A.N:

I strung you guys along for almost a year (YES A YEAR! Wicked Games made its debut October 7, 2020), so I figured I should really serve it. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with it so far, I hope I have scratched the itch.

And to all the new readers who have binged this story, HELLO AND WELCOME! It's my honor to have you be consumed by this story, truly nothing makes me happier.

Now, leave a comment below, I'll be in my bunk

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