Sookie woke late into the next afternoon, her body aching in the most delicious way from the vigorous workout she received the night before. She winced as she climbed from the bed. Grabbing Eric’s discarded shirt, she slipped it over her head. She smiled down at Eric as he lay dead to the world in their bed. It struck her how strange it was that it never bothered her to see him like that. She knew a lot of people would freak out sleeping next to a dead body. Sookie found it comforting, and proof of how much he loved her because he trusted her to be with him when he was at his most vulnerable, not that Sookie needed proof. She knew Eric loved her, long before even he did. Which was funny, because Eric knew Sookie loved him, long before she knew herself. It was a sign of just how in tune they were with each other, they knew each other’s minds and hearts, better than they knew their own.
It had been like this almost from the day they met, and nothing would change it. Bill Compton was sorely mistaken if he thought he could come between them. It wasn’t as if Sookie hadn’t become used to people trying to come between them. She had three years of it. The fangbangers at Fangtasia were always trying to tempt Eric away from her, and not just the ones there. Everywhere they went, women (and sometimes men) would shamelessly ogle her husband. She had lost count of how many times women had approached Eric, and offered themselves to him, and not just your run of the mill fangbangers. There had been high-class businesswomen, models, you name it. But Eric had turned them down every time, and often rather cruelly. Sookie knew she shouldn’t have enjoyed watching Eric treat them the way he did, but often she couldn’t help it. The women had shown no respect for her, dismissing her as unimportant and beneath them. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel the smallest bit of pleasure watching them skulk off, after Eric had finished telling them how disgusting he found them.
Eric loved her, she knew he did; she felt it with every being of her body. Bill would never make her doubt that.
Sookie stumbled gingerly into the bathroom, grimacing at the soreness between her legs. She turned the shower on before stripping off Eric’s borrowed shirt. She sucked in a deep breath as she caught her reflection in the mirror above the sink. She had that thoroughly-fucked look. Her hair was all tangled, her make-up was smeared all over her face, finger shaped bruises littered her hips, standing out sharply against her tanned skin, making them look worse than they actually were. Eric’s dried semen, tinged with blood, stuck to her inner thighs. Lifting her hand, she stroked the side of her neck, feeling the two small puncture wounds, the result of Eric’s bite.
When Eric rose she knew he would hate himself when he saw them. He had been extremely careful over the years not to mark her skin. She was not a fangbanger and he didn’t want anyone to think of her or treat her as one. Sookie only had one mark on her body, and that was by choice: a physical reminder of their third blood exchange and the forging of their bond. It was out of view of everyone, and only Eric would ever see it.
Realizing there was nothing she could do about it, Sookie carefully climbed into the shower. She moaned as the warm water washed over her, soothing her aching muscles. She scrubbed at her face, removing her make-up. Standing under the warm spray, she carefully washed away her night with Eric. She winced as she touched between her legs; she was still extremely sensitive from Eric’s enthusiastic lovemaking, not to mention his bite. Once she was clean, she turned the shower off and climbed out, wrapping a towel around her body. Walking back into the bedroom, Sookie frowned as she stared at her closet. She didn’t feel like getting dressed, her body was still sore in places and the last thing she wanted was to cover it in restrictive clothing.
Knowing she wasn’t expecting anyone, Sookie grabbed one of Eric’s silk shirts and slipped it on. The fabric felt heavenly against her skin and she couldn’t help running her hands over her silk covered body. She felt naughty going without underwear, but it wasn’t like anyone was around to see. She placed a gentle kiss on Eric’s forehead, before walking out the bedroom.
There were hours to go until Eric rose and for the first time Sookie found herself at a loss at what to do. Normally she would use the time to catch up on all the chores that needed doing, but since she heard the vampire Queen of Louisiana wanted her, and had sent someone to procure her, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t know if it was safe for her to leave the house. She had no idea if Sophie-Anne had sent anyone else after her. Eric hadn’t said anything about it, believing her to be relying on Bill. Bill was only good for the night, but who was to say she hadn’t sent someone to take her during the day, when her vampires were dead to the world? Sookie realized, until they knew for sure, it wasn’t safe for her to leave her home.
Not for the first time, Sookie cursed Hadley. She couldn’t say she was shocked though. Oh, she had no reason to believe Hadley knew the Queen of Louisiana; that bit did come as a surprise, but she wasn’t shocked that Hadley had sold her out. It wasn’t the first time Hadley had used her family to further her own agenda. Hadley craved attention, she didn’t care if it was good or bad; she was just afraid of being alone. She always wanted to belong, but never realized the people around her were just using her, they didn’t care about her. The only people who did were her family, and she spat in their faces, just like she did when they were in high school. Her desperate need to belong had her falling in line with everyone else. Hadley joined in with the other kids, she had picked on Sookie for being different, but her actions were all the more cruel since she had inside information.
She knew what hurt Sookie the most and took advantage of it. Hadley had done everything to be accepted, to the point of giving herself sexually to the boys. Sookie doubted there was a boy in their class that Hadley hadn’t fucked, and that included the teacher.
Sookie wondered what she would do if Hadley did turn up on her doorstep. Would she welcome her in? Sookie wasn’t sure; she’d have to be stupid if she did. But then would Hadley actually turn up knowing Sookie could read her every thought? Then again, Hadley wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box; she had already proven that.
Sookie was more worried about Jason. Eric had said Sophie-Anne might try to harm Hadley as a way to get to her, but surely she must realize that might not work, especially if Sookie knew the real reason for her interest. But Jason, despite being a bit dumb sometimes, had never hurt or betrayed her. Going after him would be much smarter and would likely work. Sookie made a note to mention it to Eric when he rose; the last thing she wanted was for her family to get hurt because of her, and Jason was the only family she had left.
Well, he’s the only blood family I have left. And Eric and Pam can take care of themselves.
With nothing better to do, Sookie decided to spend the day reading. After grabbing herself a quick bite to eat, she settled down on the couch with one of her favorite books. She lost herself in the fictional world of Jane Eyre; she had read the book so many times she could almost recite it by heart, but she still found herself gasping at the plot twists and sighing during the romance. As she read she found her eyes getting heavy, she let out a small yawn as she lay back on the couch. The words on the pages stared to blur as her eyes drooped. Unable to resist any longer, Sookie fell into a gentle slumber.
She woke a few hours later to some stroking her hair, “Mmm,” she purred, “good morning, baby.”
“Good evening, min söta,” Eric corrected with a smile. “I do not like it when you’re not there when I rise.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Sookie replied sleepily. “I fell asleep.”
“So I see,” Eric said, his smile turning predatory as he stared down at her. “Although I must admit, finding you the way I did more than made up for your absence.”
“Huh?” Sookie questioned, confused. Seeing Eric’s heated gaze sweep over her body, “oh,” she cried, blushing like crazy as she saw the state she was in. Eric’s shirt had ridden up her thighs, exposing her naked lower half to his hungry gaze. She moved to hastily cover herself, but Eric’s gentle hands stopped her.
Eric’s cool fingers teased the soft flesh of her upper thighs, raising goosebumps. “Is there a reason why you’re not wearing panties?” he asked. “Not that I’m complaining. I would be happy if you never wore them.”
“I was a little…” she trailed off, hissing as Eric’s fingers slid between her thighs and came into contact with her tender sex.
Eric’s eyes snapped to hers at the sound of her discomfort, “Sookie, are you injured? Did I hurt you?”
“No!” Sookie cried. “You didn’t hurt me. You would never hurt me. I’m just a little sore is all.”
“Because of me,” Eric replied downheartedly.
“No Eric, because of us.”
“I was too rough with you.”
“It’s not your fault,” Sookie said, trying to get him to see sense. “I never told you to stop. In fact, I begged you to go harder.”
“I should have known better.”
“Eric, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Sookie replied. “I was right there with you, I wanted it as much as you did. Don’t beat yourself up about this.”
“Let me see,” Eric said suddenly as he stood up.
“What? No, I’m not going to just spread my legs so you can examine me.”
“Take off my shirt,” Eric ordered.
Sookie sighed as she realized he wouldn’t let it go until he saw for himself she wasn’t too hurt. Sitting up, she unbuttoned Eric’s shirt and let it fall open.
Eric’s eyes darkened as he saw the bruises on her body. He could tell she was trying to hide them to protect him and that only made him feel worse.
“Lover, I am so sorry,” he said his eyes downcast.
“There’s nothing to be sorry for. I’m not complaining Eric, I wasn’t last night and I’m not now.”
“How can you say that? I bruised your beautiful body.”
“Haven’t you heard the saying: sex bruises are good bruises?” Sookie said cheekily, making Eric laugh.
“I do not like seeing any type of bruise on your body.”
“I know,” Sookie said, “and things did get a little rough last night, but baby, it’s okay. I liked it. I like when you get all possessive in the bedroom. I like knowing I’m yours. We both needed that last night.”
“We did,” Eric agreed as he recalled the reasons behind his need to claim her. “Let me heal you.”
“Well, I’m not going to argue with you there.”
“Good,” Eric replied as he dropped to his knees in front of her. “Now tell me where it hurts.”
“Everywhere,” Sookie moaned as Eric pulled her to the edge of the couch and lowered his head. She whimpered as his cold lips kissed her heated flesh.
Eric licked along her folds softly, careful not to hurt her. He slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her off the couch slightly; holding her to his mouth, he kissed her tender sex. The smell of her arousal so close to his nose caused his cock to harden and fangs to slide down. He pierced his tongue with his fangs and licked along her folds coating them with his blood, before thrusting his tongue into her sex.
Sookie moaned loudly as his tongue penetrated her, her hips bucking against his mouth as her hands tangled in his hair. The soreness started to slowly dissipate being replaced by an altogether more pleasurable feeling.
Eric gripped her hips tighter as he fucked her with his tongue. He could feel the small amount of his blood moving through her, healing her overused sex. He cursed himself for forgetting to heal her last night and leaving her in any type of discomfort. It wasn’t the first time he had been rough with her, but it was the first time he had forgotten to heal her afterwards. He pierced his tongue again, letting his blood fill his mouth before wrapping her lips around her clit. He sucked on the small bundle of nerves as he bathed her in his blood.
Sookie thrashed her head from side to side as her orgasm grew quickly. She yanked on Eric’s hair, making him groan in pain as her hips bucked against his mouth. She came with a shrill cry, her body shaking wildly before going limp. She smiled hazily up at Eric as she watched him lick his lips.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Mmm, much,” Sookie sighed.
“Good.” Eric stroked a finger over her flushed cheek as he leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. “Jag älskar dig,” he whispered against her lips before placing a gentle kiss upon them. His lips ghosted over her with the barest of touches. Pushing the shirt off her shoulders, he traced his fingers over her shoulders, across her collarbone. Breaking the kiss, he lifted his hand to his mouth and sliced open one of his fingers, he rubbed it over the fang marks on her neck and watched in satisfaction as they disappeared.
He let his eyes roam over the rest of her, searching for any more injuries. He rubbed his thumb over the small scar over her right nipple and smiled as he remembered the night he made it, the night they had bonded. Eric placed a sweet kiss over the mark before continuing his search. He frowned as he saw the bruises on her hips, but they had already begun to fade; his blood was doing its work and they would be completely gone by tomorrow, but he wanted them gone now. He hated seeing her flesh marred in any way; it hurt even worse when he knew he was the reason for it. Sitting back on his heels, Eric raised his wrist to his mouth and tore into it.
Sookie winced at the sound of his flesh tearing; even though Eric didn’t mind, she hated the sound. It sounded painful, and she hated the thought of him hurting. Her eyes followed his every move and when he presented his bloody wrist to her she didn’t hesitate. She latched onto it without question or comment. She moaned as his blood filled her mouth. She could never hide the thrill she got from taking his blood, knowing what it meant. It was his blood, it was what kept him alive or undead; it made him hard, and he shared that with her, shared his life willingly. No one forced him to; he did it out of love and in many ways that meant more to Sookie than everything else. She treasured everything he gave her, but at the end of the day, they were just trinkets; they were lovely and she was grateful for them, but his blood was unique, it was him.
Eric groaned as he felt Sookie’s lips close over the wound, he could feel his blood entering her body. His cock throbbed painfully with each pull she took. He tried to will the wound to stay open, just so he could make the feeling last, but he knew it wasn’t possible. Too soon the wound began to close and Sookie released his wrist with a loud ’smacking‘ sound. He watched with hooded eyes as Sookie licked her bloody lips, capturing every last drop of his blood. He gritted his teeth and tried to fight the urge to fuck her hard.
It was because you fucked her too hard that you had to heal her.
Standing up, he clicked his neck as he tried to regain his control. He made to take a step back, when he felt Sookie’s small hand on his hips, “Sookie,” he started, seeing the lust filled look on her face.
Sookie refused to listen; she curled her fingers in the waistband of the sleep pants and slid them over his firm ass, leaving them around his thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Sookie took him into her mouth. He wrapped his hand around her hair, pulling it away from her face, and watched as his hard cock slide between her plump lips. He rocked his hips in time as she sucked him off.
Sookie flicked her tongue over the head of his cock, tasting the small beads of cum. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and gripped him tight as she sucked him hard. She worked him like a pro, scraping her teeth on the underside of his cock before taking him deep into her mouth; she twisted her wrist on each stroke as she hollowed out her cheeks.
Eric tightened his hand on her hair as he thrust his hips faster, fucking her mouth like he wanted. Groans spilled from him at the sight of his cock disappearing between her lips. He felt his balls tighten as his release neared, but he fought it, wanting to make it last as long as possible.
Sookie smiled around his cock, feeling him trying to hold back, but she wanted no part of that. She wanted him to lose control. She moved her hands behind him and gripped his ass; she scratched her nails over the firm flesh, raising angry red welts. She dipped one finger between his cheeks and circled his puckered hole. She pressed against it hard, and thrust one finger up his ass.
The feeling of her finger slipping into his ass was enough to send Eric over the edge. He came with a roar, spilling his seed into her welcoming mouth. She drank everything he had to offer, before letting him slip from her lips. She smirked up at him, her eyes sparkling with the knowledge that she made him lose control.
Pushing his sleep pants down his legs, Eric kicked them off before reaching for Sookie; he pulled her to her feet before lifting her up, her legs wrapping around him automatically.
“You’re a bad girl,” he growled.
“I’m your bad girl,” she replied as she rocked her hips against him.
“That you are,” Eric agreed as he stalked through the house towards the bathroom. “We should get cleaned up and then talk.”
After getting clean, then dirty again, and then clean again, they finally settled down at the kitchen table to talk.
“So what’s the plan?” Sookie asked, cutting straight to the chase.
“To keep you far away from Sophie-Anne as possible.”
“Not going to argue with that,” Sookie replied, “but how are we gonna do it? Just hide away and hope she loses interest in me? ‘Cause I don’t think that’ll work.”
“No, it won’t,” Eric agreed. “At the moment our biggest threat is Compton. He is the one who has been ordered to procure you. He is the one we need to look out for.”
“About that: are we sure it’s only him?” Sookie asked, remembering her earlier worries. “He’s only a threat at night, and I’m nearly always with you or Pam. Wouldn’t it be easier to send someone during the day when you’re unable to protect me?”
“It would,” Eric admitted, feeling foolish for not considering it himself. “Although it is unlikely at the present moment, it is not out of the question. I don’t believe they would try a direct assault just yet, but it is something to consider.”
“So what are we gonna do? I can’t stay locked up all day.”
“No, while it would be safest, it wouldn’t be fair to you. I will hire you a daytime guard.”
“It is for your own safety Sookie.”
“I know,” Sookie sighed. “It’s just, I’m used to it being just us. We’ve had no trouble up until now, it’s just a lot to take.”
“I know, and I am sorry it has to be this way, but I will not negotiate when it comes to protecting you.”
“So, a guard during the day. What about at night, when I can’t be with you or Pam?”
“On the nights neither Pam or myself can be with you, I will have Thalia guard you. You are the only person she likes, and she is more than capable of protecting you.”
“What about Jason?” Sookie asked, recalling her earlier thought.
“You wish for your brother to guard you?” Eric asked, confused. “I know he is loyal and would protect you if he had to, but I doubt he would be much help against the kind of people Sophie-Anne would send.”
“No, I didn’t mean Jason could be my guard,” Sookie said. “I was thinking earlier about how you thought she might use Hadley to get to me. Well, surely she must know if I read Hadley’s mind, I’d know the real reason she was here and less likely to help her, but with Jason…”
“You would be more maneuverable,” Eric finished.
“Jason’s the only brother I got. I’d do practically anything to help him.”
“I will arrange to have guards to watch your brother as well,” Eric said knowing the truth of her words. His wife was a caring woman, often too caring; she would do anything to protect the ones she loved.
“So that just leaves Bill for the time being.”
“Yes. It is safe to say he won’t be bothering us for a few days. It will take time for him to heal from his punishment. It will give us the time we need to plan. I have arranged to have his house bugged. We will know everything he is planning.”
“So basically, we wait and see,” Sookie said.
“Unfortunately, I cannot confront Sophie-Anne without proof. The only proof we have is the word of Compton, and he won’t sell out his Queen knowing he would get into trouble as well, his word is worth nothing. I would be tried with treason and put to final death, leaving you vulnerable.”
“And heart broken,” Sookie added, “depressed, lost, destroyed, suicidal.”
“I have no plans on leaving you, min söta,” Eric assured her. “The only other option would be to attack Sophie-Anne and take the crown. Which would also take time.”
“But you don’t want to be King,” Sookie said.
“I don’t, but I will take the crown if it is the only way to keep you safe,” Eric admitted. “Your safety is my number one priority, but it may not come to that.”
“But you’re planning for it aren’t you?”
“I will not lie to you, it is a possibility,” Eric admitted. “I don’t know what will happen for sure, but I do know I will never let Sophie-Anne get her hands on you. You are mine.”
“If I didn’t know you were mine too, I’d get mighty ticked off at your possessive crap.”
“I am yours.”
“So we wait.”
“We wait. Do not worry, Sookie.”
“I can’t help but worry honey. Our next door neighbor was sent by your boss to procure me.”
“I will not allow any harm to come to you.”
“I’m not just worried about myself, Eric,” Sookie said. “I’m worried about you and Pam, and all the other vampires in your area. You’ve all done so much to protect me, now you’re all in danger because of that. I don’t want anyone to get hurt because of me.”
“The vampires of my area protect you because they like you, because they respect you. You treat them as people, not monsters; you do not fear or hate them. You treat them with kindness. You have never, not once, asked anything of them, and it is for those reasons they have protected you, kept you hidden from those who would seek to use or hurt you. Sophie-Anne is not our Queen by choice, she just happened to be the Monarch of the state we decide to reside in. But they chose you; they choose to stay in my area knowing what it entailed. They chose to honor you as their Mistress. You are not asking them to give something they would not give freely anyway.”
Sookie had tears in her eyes by time he had finished speaking. Pushing her chair back, Sookie stood up and walked around the table. Sitting down in Eric’s lap, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tight.
“Do not cry, Lover,” Eric pleaded. “I cannot bear to see you cry.”
“Then you shouldn’t be so sweet,” Sookie sniffed, loosening her hold on his neck, she pulled back and stared into his eyes. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”
“If memory serves me correctly, and it does, I believe you crashed into my car,” Eric replied with a smirk.
“Oh, hush,” Sookie said, blushing as she remembered how they met.