Take Me Now, You Big Viking! Part 2

Take Me Now You Big Viking

Part 2

 

I’m finally writing more of this story. Padore talked me into it (and the picture of Askars in the tub didn’t hurt any either, mistressjessica1028…).

All mistakes are my own.

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Eric’s POV

 

Eric sat there, frowning. There’s no way that just happened. And yet, it did. Evidence surrounded him: the inside of his car smelled like her; wet, warm, and absolutely delicious, his pants were still around his ankles and his cock glistened, her sweet blood still lingered in his mouth, and her bra and panties adorned the passenger seat.

Anger came off her in waves from inside her house. Their bond made it impossible to ignore. She was angry and frustrated. Not a good combination.

He still couldn’t figure out what he’d said that set her off. He simply stated a fact: he was pleased with the outcome. She yielded to him. He had been trying to bed her for years. Having sex with someone while under a witches spell didn’t count as far as he was concerned, but their brief wild encounter moments ago certainly did, and he wanted more.

He opened his cell phone and dialed her house. Someone picked up after the sixth ring but they didn’t speak.

“I have something that belongs to you.” He couldn’t suppress his smile.

Sookie let out a low growl.

“Let me know when you want them back.”

“Go to hell, Eric!” The phone disconnected.

He laughed and then wiggled back into his pants, carefully zipping them up before he drove to Shreveport. Pam would be waiting for him.

* * * *

The second he stepped inside his office at Fangtasia, Pam pressed her body against him, inhaling with her eyes closed. “You smell like fairies, sex, and blood. I’ve never wanted you more.” She fixed her eyes on his face.

Eric smiled. “It’s been an eventful night.”

She rubbed the collar of his shirt between her thumb and finger. “This is your blood. But I smell Were.” She inhaled again. “And Sookie.”

“I have had both, but I didn’t fuck the Were.” He chuckled before he went on. “He tried to shoot Sookie. I need to find out where he came from.”

“Wait.” Pam’s mouth hung open. “You fucked Sookie?” She sniffed the front of his shirt, trailing lower on his body until she hovered over the fly of his jeans. “No wonder you smell so good. I don’t suppose you’re interested in round two?” Her eyebrows jumped.

“With Sookie.”

Pam sighed. “I understand.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll go pick someone from the crowd.” With that, she disappeared from his office.

He sat behind his desk and picked up his phone.

Alcide grumbled into the phone. “What do you want?”

“I want you to tell me why we were attacked by a Were tonight.”

The phone filled with dead silence before Alcide replied, “I don’t owe you anything, Northman. We’re square. Remember?”

“I thought you might want to know there is one less of your kind. As packmaster you should be aware of these things.” Eric hung up before Alcide had a chance to respond.

* * * *

It took almost a week before Alcide called him back. Apparently, a war had broken out between Alcide and Patrick’s pack due to the influence of a displaced pack from New Orleans. It had been an easy war to start since Alcide and Patrick already hated each other, which is exactly what the other pack was counting on. Sookie was the first target.

Alcide hesitated before he spoke. “I, um, wanted to thank you for letting me know. Your heads up gave me an advantage, and we were able to nip this thing in the bud before it got worse.”

“I’ll let you know how you can repay me.” Eric hung up and called Pam into his office.

“Yes?”

“I need you to call Sookie. Tell her I have information for her about the Were who attacked us. Tell her I’ll be available for a meeting tomorrow night at my house at nine. Give her directions.”

She rolled her eyes but left without saying anything. When she returned, she smiled. “Sookie was not pleased to hear from me. She said she doesn’t want to see you, but…” Her smile grew. “She’ll be there.”

All he had to do was wait.

* * * *

Everything was ready. Pam was taking care of Fangtasia, Bobby was on call for the night, and the bath was drawn. His plan was to say as little to Sookie as possible since that seemed to be the problem last time.

Wrapped in a robe Eric said, “When she gets here, direct her downstairs and then let yourself out.”

Bobby nodded and then busied himself in the kitchen while Eric went back downstairs.

Candles rimmed the edge of the tub, flickering every time he walked by. He couldn’t hold still. Lucky for him, Sookie arrived early. Through the ceiling, he heard footsteps and muffled voices. He could also feel Sookie’s anxiety and excitement. He focused on the excitement. Letting the robe fall to the floor, he slid into the tub. The warm water licked his skin and helped ease the tension out of his back. He closed his eyes and leaned his head backward.

“Eric?” Sookie’s voice called from the stairs. She called out to him again from his bedroom. Another few seconds and she’d find him. “Where are…”

Eric grinned and opened his eyes. She stood in the doorway, her eyes glazed over. “See anything you like?” He raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t help himself.

Sookie’s cheeks flushed pink and then she turned around. “I’m sorry I’m early. I’ll wait upstairs.” A wave of lust rippled off her. She didn’t move.

“You could always join me.”

Lust turned to irritation. She cleared her throat. “I should wait upstairs.” That time, she started moving.

Shit. “Before you go, will you please hand me my robe?” He twisted his upper body slightly, the robe just out of reach. He smiled as Sookie inched closer to him, purposefully averting her eyes. The second she was within reach he grasped her wrist, turning her body to face him. He held her tightly in his hand and sat up, his face inches away from hers.

She shut her eyes and her breath came out as shallow gasps. “I… I…”

He silenced her with a kiss. If he had to choose between talking and kissing, he would always choose kissing. Especially Sookie. He pushed his tongue against her teeth, seeking entrance to her mouth and moaned when she gave in. In a momentary lack of focus, Sookie managed to twist free. He waited for the moment when she would storm away, but instead she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck.

“You’re warm,” she whispered into his mouth, and then she kissed him again. Just like that, her irritation slipped away, along with her inhibition. She tightened her hold on his neck, pulling her body against his.

Eric’s hands fell to her ass, kneading the soft warm flesh through her thin pants. He almost pouted when she pulled away. Almost. Her white shirt was transparent. “You’re wet.”

Sookie looked down and smiled. “It’s your fault.”

“I made you wet?” He raised an eyebrow.

She nodded and kissed him again.

His fingers followed the curve of her ass, dipping between her legs. Sookie’s body arched when his fingers brushed against her damp sex. “So wet.”

She shuddered and then pulled away from him. She whipped her shirt off her head and Eric’s hands got busy opening the clasp on her bra.

He sighed when her bra fell away from her skin, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He reached out to touch her but Sookie stepped backward.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She put her hands in her hips and tucked her thumbs inside the waistband of her pants. “Before we go any further, I want to be clear about something.”

“Sookie—”

“Shh, let me finish.”

Her hard nipples glistened in the soft glow from the candles. He wanted nothing more than to suck them into his mouth.

“As I was saying.” She took a step closer to him, still out of reach. “This is not your idea.” She motioned to her partially nude body. “If I wanted to leave, I would’ve left. Just like last week. I didn’t yield to you. I wanted it as much as you did.”

“Good, I’m glad—”

“Let me finish!” She sighed and pushed her pants down a fraction of an inch. “You need to learn when to shut your mouth. This is one of those times.” Another inch. The top of her lacy panties peeked out from under her waistband. “You assume because I want you it means I’m yielding to you, as if it’s not my own desire dictating what I do. Your smug high-handedness doesn’t really put me in the mood.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m in control here. You don’t control me or my actions. That may be the case with other women, but not me.” She stepped closer still, wedging her pants down around her hips. She tilted her head and paused. “Actually, while we’re on the subject, let me be clear about something else. There will be no other women. Got it?”

Eric nodded quickly. How could anyone compare to her? He wanted her. Only her. He would’ve said as much, but she clearly wasn’t done. He wasn’t about to repeat last week’s mistake, now he knew what it was.

One more push and her pants fell to the ground. She stepped out of them, getting closer to Eric. Her delicate white panties hiding a tiny part of her perfect golden body. His eyes didn’t leave that speck of material, watching every single movement Sookie’s fingers made as they joined the heap of clothing on the floor. Eric’s mouth went dry.

She took his hand in hers and put it on her breast. “I want this. I want you.”

He squeezed her nipple eliciting a moan from her. “We want the same thing.”

She smiled at him before closing her eyes and kissing him again. That time, when his fingers dipped between her legs, there was nothing separating him from her hot, wet flesh. He pushed her swollen outer lips apart and rubbed her clit over and over again. She gripped the edge of the tub as her body trembled. As much as she was obviously enjoying herself, it became tremendously uncomfortable for him. The metal lip dug into his arms and his cock ached to be inside her.

He growled and pulled away from her. “Get in here.”

Sookie frowned. “We’ll make a mess.”

“I need you. I want you. Now.” He sucked his fingers into his mouth and moaned. “Now.”

She lifted one foot into the tub and held onto him tightly until she was straddling his body.

He propped one of her feet on the side of the tub. “Perfect.” Eyelevel with her pussy, he buried his nose in her damp curls and licked her slit. Her body wavered, so he gripped her ass, holding her steady as he sucked her clit into his mouth, rubbing it between his lips.

A low moan filled the room, intensifying until it finally transformed into a scream. Sookie held onto his shoulders as she came. “Holy shit.”

His mouth explored every inch of skin he could reach and then he pulled her down, licking and kissing as she dropped to her knees.

She twitched when the warm water caressed her sensitive skin. She arched her back and reached between their bodies, manipulating his dick until it was rubbing against her slippery lips.

He clenched his jaw, straining to let her set the pace. When she finally aligned their bodies and sank down on top of him, he sighed. “Fuck.” He came in quick bursts, his pleasure only increasing when she scraped his chest with her hard nipples and sucked his bottom lip into her mouth.

“I can taste myself on your lips,” she said, and then she bit him.

He growled and thrust hard into her.

“Yes.”

He did it again and again until she was unable to speak. The only thing that came out of her was an incoherent jumble of sounds. She’s close, I can feel it. He squeezed her clit between his fingers with each thrust, and when she came, her pleasure resonated through his entire body, her moan matched by his.

Sookie’s body relaxed as she tried to catch her jagged breath. Eric cradled her in his arms and sat almost upright, rocking ever so slightly backward and forward, continuing to thrust into her. Their union was slow and gentle, and when she came again, it sounded like she was crying out in her sleep.

She leaned heavily against his hands, letting him support her limp body. Her eyes fluttered open, a smile tugging up the corners of her mouth. She glanced at the floor and said, “We made a mess.” A puddle surrounded the tub.

Eric shrugged and bent forward to kiss her.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your elaborate ruse to get me to have sex with you again, because I do – the candles are a particularly nice touch – but weren’t you going to tell me something about our attack last week? After all, that was the reason you set up this meeting, right?”

He struggled to keep a straight face. “I alerted Alcide, which surely saved many lives. You were the first in what would’ve been a long bloody battle started by a neighboring Were community displaced by Katrina. You were the only hit.”

Sookie’s eyebrows arched. “So no one was hurt?”

“Only me.” He touched the side of his neck where he’d taken a bullet the week before. “But you were good enough to heal me, so I suppose no one was hurt but the Were sent to attack us.”

Sookie grimaced. “He chose the wrong guy to mess with.”

“His mistake was going after you. I will always keep you safe.”

She touched his cheek. “Thank you for that. I feel safe.”

He shifted under her. “Feel anything else?”

Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, a soft moan spilling out.

He moved again and her moan transformed into a gasp. His mouth met hers, swallowing her sounds of pleasure until it overflowed. Her nails dug into his back as she clenched around him over and over again.

When her eyes opened, they slowly focused on his. “You’re hungry.”

“Always hungry for you.” He licked the side of her neck, his fangs scraping her warm skin, her blood pulsing against his lips.

“Do it,” she said as she rubbed against him. Her breath caught as she waited for the bite.

The anticipation only increased the pleasure rippling around them, and when he finally let his fangs slide inside her, he thrust one last time, coming in erratic jerks. Her blood pooled in his mouth, filling him with heat, life, and love.

He drank as much as he thought he could, and when he finally pulled away, he knew he had to tell her.

“Sookie, I love you.” He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her.

She smiled, a sleepy satisfied smile. “I love you too.”

The End

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