Up All Night: Chapter 12

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

There is one little detail that strays from canon here, you’ve been warned (it’s important later, trust me). Also, this chapter is NSFW again.

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Chapter 12

Eric’s POV

It was Pam’s night off, forcing Eric to work. He knew Sookie would be at his house and he wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it. Being at the bar made him agitated.

“I need something in my office,” he said as the clock approached eight. “Take care of the customers, if we get any.”

Ginger tittered. “You got it, boss.”

Eric unlocked the entrance, turned the lights on over the door, and then went down the hall to his office.

He smiled as he watched Sookie work, but it faded the second he heard the lock on his bedroom door click. She whispered when she got to the camera, telling him how she wanted to tie him up. He zoomed in on her, and then, she started touching herself.

Just watching her ass move while she cleaned had him wound tight, so when she started masturbating, he couldn’t help himself. He leaned back in his chair and opened his fly, releasing his hard-on. She rubbed her hand across her nipples, turning them into twin beacons, calling to him. Begging him to suck and lick them. He gripped his cock, moving his hand in time with hers. Slowly at first and then faster and faster until she moaned and her body shuddered. Eric growled as he filled his hand, imagining slamming into her wet heat.

To his delight, she tucked her panties under his pillow, and then wiggled her naked ass back into her pants. His dick came to life again. “See you tomorrow,” he whispered to the monitor. Feeling slightly satisfied, he cleaned up and returned to the bar.

“Um, boss?” Ginger gave him a tight smile. “Someone is here to see you. I told him you were busy, but he said he would wait,” she whispered as she jerked her head toward a booth. “He’s been here for an hour.”

Eric and Niall made eye contact across the room.

“Do not disturb us,” Eric said to Ginger, who nodded stupidly.

Niall stood to greet him. “Eric.”

Niall had masked his delicious aroma, which was good, because after Sookie’s little show, Eric was hungry. “Niall. It has been a long time.”

“Yes,” Niall said, nodding gracefully.

They sat across from each other in the booth. “What brings you to Shreveport?” Eric asked.

“A death in my realm.”

Eric frowned. Not the answer he had been expecting. The last time they had contact was a century ago when the water fae had flexed their muscles in an attempt to unseat the prince by killing the humans they loved.

“My friend, Rogan has died.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Eric replied respectfully, still curious why Niall would visit him to tell him the news.

Niall narrowed his eyes. “I can see you are wondering why I came to you.” He took a deep breath. “Do you recall Rogan’s son, Breandan?”

Eric nodded knowingly. “How could I forget?” Breandan had a hunger for war and destruction that was unmatched by anyone Eric had met, filling him with a mixture of awe and fear.

“With Rogan gone, no one can control him.”

Eric sighed.

“It’s worse than last time. He’s not only going after our human lovers, he’s also intent on taking out all fairy-human offspring.”

“All?” Eric’s mouth hung open. How would that even be possible?

Niall scoffed. “It’s like he’s forgotten his own past. He was young and in love once. Most of his followers don’t know about that part of his past, but I do. I remember. He loved Atla more than anything.”

Eric frowned. The name seemed familiar somehow.

Niall shook his head and went on, “Breandan spent years with her, and then his heart broke when she died.”

“How?”

“The records are unclear.”

“When did this happen?”

Niall waved his hand dismissively. “A thousand years ago? More? It’s hard to keep track. Before his son was born in Faerie.”

“The son you killed in the last war?”

“Yes.” Niall frowned. “I didn’t have a choice. That’s not the point of this conversation. The point is that Breandan is out of control. He’s already sent underlings to find and kill fairy-human hybrids.” With his face full of sorrow, he went on, “I’m certain he had them kill my grandson and his wife.”

“You have human kin?”

His face brightened. “Yes. I also loved a human woman. Her life was short, but we had sons. Twins: Fintan and Dermot.” He paused. “Dermot leads a troubled life, but Fintan fell in love with a human and fathered two children with her. Splitting his time between Faerie and this realm, he knew the dangers his children would face at the hands of the water fairies, so he cut all contact.” Niall clicked his tongue. “But it was too late.”

Eric nodded, but still couldn’t figure out how he played into any of this.

“I hear things. Plans murmured. They’re coming back for my great-granddaughter. I must act now. I need your help.”

“My help,” Eric repeated.

“To keep her safe.”

“Your part-fairy great-granddaughter.” Eric’s eyebrows lifted.

“Sookie Stackhouse,” Niall whispered.

Eric’s head spun. “Sookie is your great-granddaughter?”

“Yes, and I understand that you are together, which is perfect. I need you to protect her until I can either decimate the water fairies or build an alliance to peace.” He laughed quietly. “Honestly, I don’t see peace as a real option.”

“Sookie needs to know the truth.”

“Yes.”

“You need to tell her.”

“Fintan forbade contact, before he died. I feel like I owe him that much,” Niall said.

“Fintan can’t protect her. It doesn’t matter what he wanted.”

Niall nodded in agreement. “A fine point. Will you please set up a meeting?”

“Yes.”

* * * *

As soon as he woke the following evening, Eric called Sookie.

“What did you think of my idea?” Her voice was sweet and high from the smile he was sure she had.

He cleared his throat. “I’ll need a rain check. Something came up.”

Sookie clicked her tongue and sighed. “I knew I shouldn’t have said—”

“No,” he said, interrupting her. “I loved your idea, but something important needs to be taken care of first. May I pick you up for dinner?”

She seemed to brighten at his suggestion. “Sure. Casual or fancy?”

“Fancy. I’ll be there in an hour.” He confirmed the meeting with Niall before getting in his car. As he sped down the dark road connecting their cities, he thought of what to say to her. When he pulled into her driveway and found her waiting on the front porch, he decided he wouldn’t say anything about Niall. It wasn’t Eric’s job to break the news. The fact that she wore a tight black dress made it that much easier for him to keep his mind off the meeting.

Eric gathered her hands and kissed them. “You look downright edible.”

Sookie blushed and smiled. “Thank you,” she said, shyly.

“You should take a shawl.”

She frowned but ducked inside to get one off the hook by the door. “Night Gran, I’ll be home late!”

“Night honey!” Adele called from inside.

Eric offered his arm and led Sookie to the passenger door.

“You’ve never told me to cover up before,” she whispered when he joined her in the car.

He twisted his upper body slightly and pushed the shawl off her golden shoulders and traced the fine black strap of her dress. “The restaurant my be chilly.” His fingers moved across the neckline of her dress and then he cupped her breast and rubbed her nipple through the fabric with his thumb.

She gasped and held her breath. With her eyes closed she reached across the console and grabbed his dick. No hesitation. Just desire.

“Thank you for the treat. I slept well.”

She smiled and then leaned closer to him, meeting in the middle for a kiss. Her hand moved deftly inside his zipper, extracting his cock from the confines of his clothing.

He moaned into her mouth and moved his hand south to her parted legs. The stretchy black material eased up her thighs revealing a glint of black lace. “I watched you,” he said, stroking her through her panties.

“Mm hmm,” she hummed.

“You were torturing me.” He traced the edge of the panties, making her shiver.

She smiled. “I missed you.”

“Tell me what you missed,” he whispered against her lips.

“Your hands. Your lips. Your cock,” she whispered back, twisting his dick to emphasize the last word. A tremor moved through him. “I wanted you to come with me.”

“I did.” He slid the thin material out of the way. “You missed my hands?” he asked. She was already swollen and slick. Ready for him. He pushed a finger inside.

“Yes,” she breathed as he slowly pulled it out.

“My lips?” he said, and then he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth while his finger plunged inside her again.

“Yes,” she said, her voice full of need.

“And my cock.” He lifted his hips, fucking her hand while his finger moved faster and faster.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she screamed as she clamped her thighs around his wrist, riding out the orgasmic wave shaking her body.

He wrapped his free fingers around hers, urging her to finish him off. He moaned and came all over her hand.

She looked at him with hooded eyes. “Maybe dinner can wait.”

He reluctantly pulled his hand away from her. “Reservations.” Niall is waiting, his inner voice reminded him.

She pouted, jutting out her bottom lip. He sucked it into his mouth.

“I promise … after,” Eric said.

“Dinner better be damn good!” She pulled a tissue out of her purse and cleaned her hand and then she pushed her dress into place again.

“It’ll be worth it.”

She looked at his dick, still jutting out of his pants. “I’m not so sure about that.”

He chuckled and tucked it away. “I remember a time, not too long ago when you wouldn’t say the word cock.”

“A lot has changed in four months. I also wouldn’t have dreamed I’d suggest tying up my boyfriend.”

He smiled. He didn’t mind being called her boyfriend, despite how ridiculous it was.

He backed out of her driveway quickly, flicking gravel against the under body of his car. In forty minutes, he knew Sookie’s life would change forever.

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On to Up All Night: Chapter 13