A/N: Not all is as it first seems... bear with it until the end of the chapter ;-)
The night after I'd rescinded Eric and Bill's invitation to my house, the blond menace was inside it again.
"How the hell did you get in here? I rescinded your invitation!" I snarled at him in shock.
He gave me a beatific smile. "I don't think you really wanted me to go, did you, my darling?"
"You were being a smug bastard," I said. It didn't quite answer his question, with good reason. "Anyhow, I wasn't aware intention had anything to do with it."
"Oh, it doesn't," he said blithely. "That was simply my reason for coming back."
"Yes, but how did you get in?" I persisted.
He chuckled. "Oh, I don't think I'll be telling you that just yet, my lover," he smiled. "Not until we've talked."
I looked at him warily. "If I rescind your invitation again, will you leave?"
He looked at me unblinkingly. "No."
"How? Why?" I was officially worried now; if Eric decided to attack me, I had no way of getting him to leave my house.
"I'll tell you before I leave – assuming you still want to know," he said. He prowled closer, and I immediately took a step back; my back hit the wall, and he placed his hands either side of my hips on it, effectively trapping me. My heart was hammering with fright. "Sookie, why so afraid?" he asked softly.
"Eric…" I gulped. "What is this? What are you doing, why are you here?"
"I told you, I want to talk to you." He dipped his head to my pulse point, and I froze. "But this is just as well."
I put my hands on his chest, and pushed. "Eric, stop it, you're scaring me."
"I won't hurt you," he murmured against my neck. To my relief, he lifted his head, and stepped away from me – though he placed his hands on my hips as he did, so I still wasn't going anywhere. He pulled me lightly towards him, and snaked his arms around my waist.
"You're not doing much talking," I said nervously.
One hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to his. "Aren't I?" he murmured, and kissed me.
Despite my best efforts, my toes curled, and I whimpered. He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss, and I couldn't help but respond, my arms sneaking round his neck as I stood on my tip-toes to find a better angle. I gave a sigh of approval as his hand stroked up my back under my t-shirt to flick open my bra, before massaging one of my breasts gently. It might not have been vocal, but it was eloquent – as was my response, moaned into his kiss.
"I want you," he said, directly into my ear. "Since the first time I saw you, I have wanted you." He nibbled at my earlobe. "Yield to me, Sookie," he murmured softly, moving against me so that I could feel his arousal. "Yield to me, let me pleasure you." His tongue flickered in and around my ear, making me squirm against him. He groaned. "Oh, do that again." Hands on my hips, he held me to him and moved against me again, as if we were in the middle of an (extremely) erotic dance.
I shouldn't do this, I thought. I shouldn't, I should tell him… tell him… What should I tell him, again?
Even though he'd frightened me earlier, I realised now that his intention in coming here tonight wasn't to harm, but to seduce me. How much longer would I hold out against him? What reason did I have, now? I was no longer with Bill; I was a free agent. Why not give in to the desires I'd been trying so hard to repress all this time?
It was clear he was waiting for my answer before going any further, though he hadn't let up on his movements, swaying with me and caressing me as if we had all the time in the world. "You already are pleasuring me," I managed to whisper through the haze of lust that was fast descending.
"But I want to give you more," he replied softly, twisting his body so that his chest slid against mine; the now loose cups of my bra rubbed against me pleasurably. "I want to worship your body until you cry with joy." He twisted against me again. "Let me pleasure you, my lover," he coaxed again.
I nodded, and bunched his t-shirt in my hands; he tore it off, and set about removing my own clothes swiftly and methodically.
"Beautiful," he murmured, running his fingers lightly, almost reverently, over my breasts. "Utter perfection, such as I have never seen before." He bent, and placed light, open-mouthed kisses on the very point of each. I gave a sigh of pleasure. "You will not regret this," he assured me, as he nuzzled his face between my breasts.
I certainly wouldn't, I thought, as my knees started to wobble.
For a creature so powerful, he was surprisingly gentle as he caressed and kissed my body, smiling to himself when he found a place or an action that garnered a greater response than others. "I like touching you," he said, watching me, his lips curling into a lazy grin as I responded to his words. "You like it, too; I knew you would." His hands on the backs of my thighs supported me as he knelt before me, his mouth tracing the curve of my hip-bone in towards my thigh. I gasped in a breath as he kissed my inner thigh, then darted his tongue out to flick once between my legs. An inarticulate cry escaped me, and my legs buckled, but his hands held me firm. "Ah, you like that," he purred.
He wrapped an arm around my hips, his other hand guiding my hands to his hair, one leg over his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't drop you," he chuckled against me, his lips barely touching me as they moved. Then his tongue flicked over me again, and I groaned, my fingers winding in his hair as he probed and explored, trying different rhythms and pressures and speeds until he found one that made me utter a strangled moan and clench my fists in his hair, arching my hips helplessly.
He kept up with that, and with the hand that wasn't supporting me, slid a finger inside me, stroking and twisting until I was panting and writhing against him, short, sharp cries of pleasure escaping me. Then he crooked his finger and sucked, and the world seemed to spin away; he lowered my now-limp body to the floor.
To my surprise, he lay beside me for a little while, watching me as I got my breath back. "That… was incredible," I managed to gasp out. It's good to give credit where it's due.
"I hope to repeat it some time. Many times," he said, with a grin. "You taste delicious," he added, his voice almost a throaty purr. And, dear Lord, that was sexy. He gave me a smouldering look through half-lidded eyes. "You are recovered now?"
My breathing had evened out, but I didn't think my limbs were responding. "I don't think I'm going to be able to move for a while," I said, trying cautiously to move my unwilling legs.
His only response was to chuckle, and sit up, lifting me into his arms. "If you need to rest, then you should be in bed," he said; and my body responded immediately to the unspoken suggestion.
He carried me to my room, and set me on the middle of the bed, before stripping his jeans off. It didn't surprise me much that he was going commando; what surprised me was what that allowed me to see. He raised an eyebrow at me enquiringly, a hint of a smile lurking at the corners of his mouth, as my eyes widened. Wow. That was… Wow. "Like what you see?" he purred.
I tried very hard to rein my libido in, but it wasn't having any. I blushed, and looked away, but my eyes kept flicking back to him. He prowled closer to the bed, and set first one knee on it, then the other, straddling my legs but not touching them; then his hands were either side of my shoulders, and he was on all fours above me, looking down at me, the intensity of his gaze making me shiver. I gulped.
"If you don't want this," he said softly, "you have only to say. I won't take you unwilling." He bent his head, and nuzzled my neck gently. "You are nervous," he stated.
"Well, there's… a lot of you, and… I'm not… um, I mean I've only… and…" I stuttered nonsensically.
He lowered himself over me, his cool skin spreading fire through my body. "You worry it will hurt?" he queried. I nodded. He shook his head. "I will be careful; I want you to enjoy it." He placed soft kisses along my collarbone and up my neck, and finally our mouths met again. I responded with a passion I didn't even know I possessed, soft sounds of encouragement hummed low in my throat.
Finally, after what seemed like hour upon hour of glorious pleasure, I felt him at my entrance, and raised my hips eagerly to take him in; he entered so torturously slowly, and the ache inside me flowered to fullness as he pressed further and further in, so deep within me it felt as if he was brushing my heart with every movement – or was that because of the way he was looking at me, as if there was nowhere on earth he'd rather be than buried inside me? I clutched at his shoulders, and moaned his name.
He swallowed, holding still. "Am I hurting you?"
I shook my head. "No," I gasped, "not hurting. Feels good." Stretched, and full to bursting, very nearly, but I'd gone so far beyond the level of arousal I was used to that all I wanted was to wrap my arms and legs around him and never let him out of me again.
Then he started moving, and all coherent thought went out of the window. I'd never felt pleasure that intense, as I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, one hand gripping his hair, the other, I think, clutching his shoulder.
"Eric… so… close," I whimpered, as everything began to tighten. I squeezed my eyes shut, unsure if I was trying to speed my climax on, or delay it, somehow, so that I could enjoy it for longer.
He had other ideas. "Open your eyes, lover. Look at me."
I forced them open again with some effort, and my whole body seemed to arch off the bed of its own accord; I was vaguely aware that I was biting down on his shoulder, muffling my screams, as he found his own release inside me.
I made a soft sound of discontent as, when my body finally started to relax again, he pulled out of me.
He chuckled. "The night is yet young," he said, stroking a hand over my stomach soothingly. "We can do this again, many times, if you wish."
"Mm, yes," I hummed, reaching out tentatively to run my hand up and down his arm.
His response was to kiss me again.
"You didn't bite me," I realised.
He chuckled. "You didn't say I could." He kissed my neck, then murmured in my ear, "Does that mean you'd let me, then?"
I gave a soft moan at the thought of how that would feel. "Yes," I gasped, and heard the quiet click of his fangs popping down. "Oh, God, yes."
He ran the backs of his fangs up and down my neck, teasing me. "You want it?" he purred.
I whimpered my encouragement.
"Do you want me inside you when I bite?" I could tell how aroused he was – no less so than I was myself – and started trembling, my mind going into overdrive. My hands curled into fists against his chest.
"Yes…" I breathed looking up at him, and moaned as he sank down into me again. "Oh, oh, yes…" His thrusts were gentle, almost more like a rocking motion, but it felt incredible. "Yes… Eric, yes… please…"
His fangs sank into me as slowly as he had done, and a long, drawn-out wail escaped me as I came apart in his arms again.
"Perfect," he murmured as he lapped at my throat, his hands still caressing me. "Such a sweet gift." He was arousing me again, and he knew it. "Do you want more, my lover? Shall I tease you and tantalise you? Shall I make you moan and sigh in wanton pleasure?"
A little part of me nearly screamed, 'do what the hell you like, just don't stop' – I reined it in. Just. I might be going to let him do it anyway, but I didn't have to embarrass myself into the bargain.
"What an unexpectedly rapturous welcome," said an amused voice in my ear. "And how fascinating that you talk in your sleep."
I sat up, bolt upright, in shock. I was still in my pyjamas on the couch, where I must have dropped off earlier. A smug-looking Viking was sitting beside me, a knowing look in his eyes.
A/N: I know, I know. What a place to leave it ;-) - Next chapter will be up soon, I promise.