“Eric, what’s wrong?” Sookie asked softly as she sat down on the edge of their bed. He hadn’t said a word since they left Fangtasia, and given the turmoil she was feeling through the bond, it was beginning to worry her.
Staring at his wife, Eric struggled to find the right words to express what was troubling him. If it had been anyone else he would have been brutal in his explanations, not caring how his words would be taken, but Eric found himself wanting to both tell Sookie the truth, and protect her from it.
How was he supposed to tell his wife she was in danger due to the selfish, whorish behavior of her own cousin? That because of her cousin’s inability to keep her mouth or legs shut, she was now in the sights of the Queen of Louisiana.
Clasping her hands in his, Eric lifted them to his lips, placing a soft kiss on them as he dropped to his knees in front of her. “I…” he started, “your… I found out some news about your cousin.”
“My cous… Hadley?” Sookie gasped.
“Yes, I received some information tonight concerning her, where she has been for the last year and what she’s been doing.”
“Where is she?” Sookie asked.
“New Orleans. She has been there for the last year.”
“Your cousin is the favorite pet of Sophie-Anne,” Eric told her.
“Sophie-Anne, the vampire Queen?” Sookie questioned.
“Yes, it seems to gain Sophie-Anne’s favor, Hadley would tell her tales about her life in Bon Temps and her family,” Eric said.
“Why would Sophie-Anne care about Hadley’s fam…” her words trailed off as she realized what tales Hadley told the Queen. “Me.”
Eric watched as Sookie put the pieces together. He could almost see the wheels turning in her brain, as she connected all the dots. In that moment, Eric would have given anything to spare Sookie from the pain of knowing the truth.
“Hadley told the Queen about me, about what I can do, didn’t she?” She added softly.
“Yes,” Eric answered.
“That’s why Bill’s here,” Sookie deduced. “Hadley opened her big mouth, told the Queen about me, and she sent Bill here, to what, find out if Hadley’s stories were true?”
“That is what we learned tonight,” Eric replied.
“I was suspicious of Bill’s return to my area. He spent the last fifty years living at court and for him to return to his ancestral home under the pretense of mainstreaming was questionable. I have a spy within Sophie-Anne’s court, who informed me of Compton’s mission, and he himself confirmed it tonight.”
“He told you?”
“Pam was able to coax the information out of him,” Eric replied with a smirk.
“She tortured him.”
“Yes,” Eric admitted, seeing no reason to lie to her.
“Won’t you get in trouble for that?” Sookie asked, surprising Eric by glossing over the actual torture. “If Sophie-Anne sent him, won’t he go running to her to complain?”
“No, as Sheriff I have the right to issue a punishment to anyone who breaks the rules of my area, regardless of their relationship with the Queen,” Eric explained. “Compton was punished for breaking one of my rules, not due to any mission I may, or may not be aware of. He was informed of the rules when he checked in with me last night and he chose to willingly break them. He has no right to complain.”
“So he was punished for breaking one of your rules, not because he was sent to get me.”
“The reason for his punishment was just. I would not have been able to punish him just because he was sent to procure you, despite how much I desire to. Sophie-Anne chose to bypass me in her plans, and I am not supposed to know the real reasons for his relocation to my area. But I will admit his mission did factor into the severity of his punishment.”
“I’m not sure I want to know what his punishment was,” Sookie admitted softly.
“And I do not wish to tell you,” Eric replied, his voice soft and low. “I know how much you despise the violence of my world, but sometimes it is needed and required.”
“I know,” Sookie acquiesced. “I may not like it, but I understand it. I know humans aren’t capable of punishing vampires for their crimes. Our laws were designed by men for men; community service and anger management classes ain’t going to do anything to a vampire.”
Eric chuckled as the image of a group of vampires sitting around in a circle and discussing their anger problems popped into his head. He made a mental note never to mention that to Pam; given her penchant for advice columns, he wouldn’t put it past her to organize one herself just so she could bestow the wisdom of Dear Abby on everyone.
“So what happens now?” Sookie asked. “Will Sophie-Anne give up when she realizes I’m married to you?”
“No,” Eric replied truthfully, “telepaths are a rare find, even in the supe world. Sophie-Anne won’t stop pursuing you just because we are married. I doubt she will make a direct attempt to take you; instead she will use subterfuge. I suspect she has instructed Compton to come between us using any method he can think of. I also wouldn’t be surprised if you received a visit from your cousin soon.”
“You think she’ll send Hadley to see me?”
“I do. Sophie-Anne will do whatever she deems necessary to get you into her court,” Eric replied. “She will use Hadley to do that by having Hadley sing her praises. Your cousin will inform you how great life is at Sophie-Anne’s, how great the Queen is, and if that fails to work she will probably threaten Hadley’s life and force you to go with her to save her.”
“I won’t go with her,” Sookie said firmly. “I’m not leaving you to go play pet telepath to a vampire Queen; just because Hadley couldn’t keep her big mouth shut. If Hadley knows what’s good for her, she’ll stay far away from me.”
“My little warrior,” Eric said with a smirk. Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on her lips before pulling back. “I think she will continue to rely on Compton for the time being. He has worked as her personal procurer for the last few decades. She is confident in his abilities to procure anyone she desires. He will be the one we will have to keep an eye on.”
“You think he’ll continue with his little mission even after he’s told you about it?” Sookie asked.
“It is unlikely he remembers,” Eric replied. “Pam was very creative with her punishments. Compton was in a tremendous amount of pain; he spoke without really knowing what he was saying. If he does remember, it won’t make a difference. It is doubtful he will inform Sophie-Anne he spilled her little secret. I think it is safe to say he will continue his mission until Sophie-Anne tells him otherwise.”
“Why wouldn’t he tell her?”
“Because it would only get him in trouble,” Eric explained. “From what I gather, he was instructed to keep me uninformed about his real reason for returning to Bon Temps. Sophie-Anne wanted me kept in the dark. So informing her he told me, even under the duress of torture, would only serve to anger her and get himself into trouble.”
“So it’s him we have to look out for,” Sookie said with a sigh. “What do you think he will do?”
“I am unsure,” Eric admitted reluctantly. “Being my wife and bonded gives you a certain amount of protection. He won’t try a direct assault. I am much older and stronger than him, and you can’t be glamoured, so we won’t have to worry about that. If I am forced to guess, I will say he will try to befriend you and try to learn all he can about you. Once he’s done that, I believe he will try to undermine our relationship, try to plant seeds of doubt in your mind about me.”
“Like that will work,” Sookie scoffed.
“Compton is unaware of that,” Eric said. “He is probably operating under the false impression you know little of the vampire I am. It would never occur to him I have told you all about my past. Honesty is a foreign concept to him. He measures everyone by his own behavior: because he is deceitful and manipulative he just assumes everyone else is as well. He will have assumed my interest in you is the same as his own and Sophie-Anne’s.”
“That you just want me because I’m a telepath,” Sookie said softly.
“Yes. It is beyond his comprehension that I want you; I am with you because I love you. I fear what he will do once he learns that, though. Once he realizes his plans won’t work, how he will be unable to make you doubt me, and my commitment to you.”
“I didn’t think you feared anything.”
“There is little I fear,” Eric replied. Raising his hand, he stroked her cheek softly. “But my biggest fear is losing you. I wouldn’t survive it.”
“You’ll never have to,” Sookie replied, placing her hand over his and holding it against her cheek. “I’m not going anywhere Eric. I love you, only you, forever.”
“Forever is not long enough min söta.”
“Nothing will ever be long enough for us,” Sookie agreed.
Resting his forehead against hers, “Mitt hjärta… min själ… min fru…” he whispered, placing a soft, chaste kiss upon her lips after each word.
“My husband, my bonded,” Sookie replied.
Dropping his hands to her shoulders, Eric pushed her back gently until she was lying flat on the bed. He skimmed his lips over her face, nipping at her jaw as he settled his body over hers.
Sookie let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt the welcoming feeling of his weight holding her down, making her feel safe and secure. Opening her legs, she wiggled her hips, inviting him into the cradle of her thighs. Sookie tangled her hands in his hair, pulling his lips up to hers.
Eric kissed her softly, teasing her with gentle strokes of his tongue as he slowly drove her crazy, delighting in the soft mewling sounds she made. Holding himself up on one hand, Eric ran his other hand slowly down her body; he slipped his hand under the skirt of her dress, pushing it up her legs, exposing her lower body to his hungry gaze.
“So beautiful,” he growled.
Desperate to feel his bare skin against hers, Sookie tugged on the hem of his t-shirt, her hands shaking as she tried to pull it off. The events of the night had taken its toll. The news her own cousin betraying her, and she was now in danger because of it, had really shaken her. She didn’t know what was going to happen, or what they were going to do. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she was scared. Sookie needed to feel safe, she needed to feel protected, and she knew the only place she could feel that was in the arms of her husband. She needed him to tell her everything was going to be okay, because if he told her that, she knew it would be true.
She wanted to forget everything for a few hours, and she was well aware she could do that in Eric’s arms. He would protect her and keep her safe, but more than that he would love her like she wanted to be loved, like she needed, and in return she would do the same.
Knowing his wife as well as he did, Eric knew exactly what she needed, and he was powerless to deny her. Climbing off the bed, Eric quickly stripped off his clothes. Reaching out, he clasped one of her ankles in his hand and lifted her foot up. Kneeling on the bed, he lowered his head and placed a single kiss on the inside of her ankle. He ran his hands up her legs, his fingers dancing over her soft skin making her shiver. He followed his hands with his lips and tongue, tasting every inch of skin he found.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, Eric pulled them down her legs slowly. Throwing them over his shoulders, he rubbed his hands over her thighs, massaging her tense muscles, making her purr. Ducking his head, Eric placed a soft kiss on her sex, teasing her with a hint of what was to come.
“Eric,” Sookie whimpered as she raised her hips, trying to spur him into action.
“Patience, min söta,” Eric teased as he pushed her hips back down. Placing one of his arms over her stomach, Eric held her hips down as he teased her with feather-light touches, his fingers skimming over the milky white flesh of her inner thighs.
“Eric, please,” Sookie pleaded.
“Touch me,” Sookie begged, uncaring of how needy she sounded. Her body was shaking with pent-up arousal, and she needed the release only her husband could provide.
“I am touching you,” Eric replied.
“Eric,” Sookie growled, glaring at him as he continued to tease her.
“What, am I not touching you properly?” Eric asked innocently. “Why don’t you tell me how you want to be touched, then? Or show me.”
“Eric, touch me, taste me, fuck me,” Sookie demanded.
“Mmm, but, Lover I am already touching you,” Eric said stroking her belly with his thumb. “I’m afraid you are going to have to be more specific. Tell me how you want me to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you.”
“Ugh,” Sookie groaned, lifting herself up on her elbows, she stared into Eric’s eyes, “Eric, fuck me. Fuck me with your fingers, fuck me with your tongue, fuck me with your cock. I don’t care how you do it, just please, FUCK ME!”
“How can I deny you when you ask so nicely?” Eric replied, smirking devilishly. Not giving her a chance to reply, Eric ducked his head down and flicked his tongue over her clit, making her cry out. Done teasing her, Eric fastened his lips around her clit and sucked hard as he slowly pushed two fingers deep inside her.
Sookie bucked wildly as sparks of pleasure shot through her body. She twisted her hands in the bedcovers, panting heavily, her toes curling as Eric played her body like a finely tuned instrument.
“Ooh,” she moaned as Eric curled his fingers inside her, rubbing the spot that drove her crazy.
Letting his fangs slide down, Eric pierced her skin, letting a trickle of blood drip down her body, mixing with the evidence of her arousal. His eyes rolled back in his head as the taste of her blood and arousal hit his tongue. Wrapping his lips around her clit, Eric sucked hungrily, relishing in her unique taste as he thrust his fingers into her harder.
“Oh god,” Sookie cried. Letting go of the covers, she tangled her hands in Eric’s hair and pushed his face harder into her as she bucked her hips. Her body thrummed with pleasure, fireworks going off behind her closed lids. She twisted on top of the covers as Eric pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
Feeling her walls tighten around his fingers, Eric sank his fangs into her clit hard, making her cry out in pain and then pleasure as her orgasm hit her, washing away the pain in a sea of bliss.
Not giving her a chance to recover, Eric withdrew his fingers from her dripping pussy, moved up her body, and slammed into her with one hard thrust sending her into another orgasm.
“Mine,” Eric growled thrusting into her hard, snapping his hips with each thrust. “No one else will ever touch you.”
“Yours,” Sookie agreed, raising her hips to meet his. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his waist and clung to him as he fucked her into the mattress. Her body sang with the pleasure he was giving her. This was what she wanted, what she needed. She needed to give her body to Eric, to take the pleasure only he could provide and in return give it back to him.
Their bed banged against the wall as Eric fucked his wife into oblivion. She scratched her nails down his back, drawing blood as they fucked violently. The threat of Sophie-Anne and Bill hung over their heads; their need to assert their possession of each other fueled their frantic coupling.
“Harder,” Sookie demanded, digging her heels into Eric’s ass.
Never one to deny his wife, Eric slammed into her harder, claiming her in the most primitive of ways. With each snap of his hips, he was branding her with his mark, warning anyone who dared tried to take his mate that he would not allow it.
Coils tightened in Sookie’s stomach, her nerve endings coming alive as she soared higher. Her body shook as her orgasm built in her body, driving her crazy; she cried, begged, and pleaded as she reached out for the release her body so desperately craved.
Reaching a hand between them, Eric rubbed her clit hard. He growled as he felt her walls fluttering around his hard cock. Increasing his speed, he thrust into her at almost vampire speed, his thumb a blur over her clit.
“Oh god, yes,” Sookie cried as her body broke, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure slammed into her.
“Fuck,” Eric roared as he felt Sookie cum. He thrust through her orgasm as he chased his own. Running his hands up her arms, he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, pinning her to the bed as he slammed into her.
“Feels so good,” he groaned.
Needing more, Eric pulled out of Sookie and rolled her over. “Hands and knees,” he ordered.
Happy to comply, Sookie willed her limbs into actions and shakily rose to her knees, bending over she offered herself up to Eric.
Eric growled at the picture she presented. Pushing her dress up, he gripped her hips tightly and slammed back into her, letting out a hoarse cry as her wet heat welcomed him back. Their fleshed slapped together as he fucked her hard and fast, delighting in the feel of her gripping him tight.
Sookie pushed her hips back against his as she cried out in pleasure; she could feel another orgasm building in her body. Lifting one of her arms, she slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, her fingers skimming Eric’s cock, making him shudder.
“Fuck,” Eric growled, his hips a blur as he slammed into her faster. Leaning over her body, he pushed her down onto the bed, her hand trapped underneath her. He scratched his fangs over her back, nipping the skin and making blood bubble up. He soothed the scratches with his tongue, lapping at the blood as he sealed the small wounds.
“Eric, please,” Sookie begged.
Pushing her hair out of the way, Eric licked and sucked on her neck, raising her veins. “Mine,” he growled, pushing into her hard. He felt his balls tightening as he neared his peak. He sank his fangs into her throat, her blood spilling into his mouth as his body exploded and he shot his dead, cold seed deep inside her.
The feel of his fangs sliding into her throat triggered another orgasm for Sookie. She cried out as she felt Eric drink deeply from her. Her body went limp as darkness fell over her.
Retracting his fangs, Eric lapped at the small trickle of blood that spilled from his bite. Pulling out of her, he rolled onto his back and pulled Sookie to him. He held her tight as he waited for her to come around. He hummed softly, running his hands up and down her back as he monitored the bond.
As he held her securely in his arms, he swore no one would come between them. No one but him would ever experience her passion, her love. Those were reserved solely for him.