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Eric returned to the Convention Hall and waited for Sookie to return. She didn’t. Hours passed, but he didn’t see her, or anyone from the queen’s inner circle. A few hours before sunrise, he retreated to the elevator intent on heading to his room, but instead of going to his floor, he went to Sookie’s.
He steadied his hand as he knocked on her door. “Sookie?”
“Just a minute,” she called out. A moment later, the door opened slightly, a shiny metal lock kept it from opening fully. She smiled. “Oh, it’s you. Hang on.” She closed the door, flipped the lock, and then opened it again. “Hi.” Her golden skin glowed against the edge of the bright white robe wrapped around her waist.
“Hi,” he replied.
“Would you like to come in?” she asked, shuffling inside.
He followed her without a word, admiring her delicate bare feet. “If you’re tired, I can go.”
She smiled and stifled a yawn. “No, it’s okay. Mr. Cataliades spent the last six hours briefing us for the trial tonight. Arkansas is in deep shit.” She sighed. “I was going to watch a movie. It’s been a really long night.” She squeezed the muscles on either side of her neck and grimaced.
He sat on the end of her bed and patted the spot between his legs. “Let me give you a massage,” he said, hoping to get her to sit with him. It worked.
“Thanks,” she whispered, sitting with her back to his chest.
He swept her hair over one shoulder and ran his fingers across her taut shoulders. “Your trapezius muscles are tight.”
She nodded. “It’s where I store stress.” She tensed as she spoke.
“You need to relax if this is going to work.”
Her shoulders fell and she sighed as he started working. He rubbed his way from the base of her neck across the muscles over and over again until his fingertips went numb from the dense fabric. “Would you mind opening your robe a little so I can massage your skin?”
“Hmm?” she hummed, half asleep. “Oh sure.”
Just like that, she untied her robe, making the fabric on her shoulders sag and fall down her arms, resting in the crook of her elbows. He swallowed hard. She wasn’t wearing a bra. “Perfect,” he said. He wanted to kiss and lick every inch of her exposed skin, but focused on the task at hand instead. She moaned when his fingertips descended on her sore muscles. The sound went straight to his dick.
“I should’ve known you would give a good massage,” she mumbled.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“Because you know just how to touch me the rest of the time, so why should this be any different?” She laughed quietly. “Damn, that feels good.”
He beamed even though she couldn’t see him and continued to ease the knots out of her shoulders and neck. Her sounds of appreciation became quieter and within a few minutes, her head lolled to the side. She fought it at first, but eventually, exhaustion won and her body went limp. He held onto her, leaned backward, and pulled her next to him. His cock ached to be inside her, but it was the first time he’d gotten to hold her, and he wasn’t about to stop that from happening. Something bumped against the door to her room getting his attention, but then she sighed and rolled toward him, pinning his arm under her neck, wrapping one arm around his waist, and crushing her exposed breasts against his ribs. She nuzzled against his shirt, her hot breath setting his nerves on fire.
He let his fingertips glide across her naked shoulder and arm, marveling at the silkiness of her skin. Her muscles twitched and then jerked as if she were falling in her sleep. With her next exhale she draped her leg over his. Her robe fell open to reveal her luscious golden thigh. Eric’s grip tightened and he clenched his jaw. She exuded sex appeal even in her sleep. Not that it mattered. He was man enough to wait until she offered and he wasn’t about to wake her.
She molded to him with each breath, slipping deeper into sleep. Her warmth became his warmth. He became so accustomed to her body that he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. Nothing had ever given him such satisfaction.
Leaving her took tremendous effort, but her windows began to lighten as the sun approached the horizon. Even still, he questioned his departure. Eventually, his instinct to survive won and he slowly pulled away from her sleeping form. He tucked pillows where his body had been. A tiny frown creased her forehead before she settled against them and her breathing evened out again.
When he opened her door, he knew something was wrong before the person on the other side even moved. He had the were by his throat a second later.
“What the fuck are you doing here? Who are you?” Eric growled, waiting for the man to reply. He loosened his grip, realizing he held a little too tightly for him to respond.
“The queen!” the man wheezed.
Eric narrowed his eyes and slowly brought the man back to the ground. “What about the queen?”
He put his hands on top of Eric’s in an attempt to pry them off. It didn’t work. “I’m the day guard. The queen hired me to watch Miss Sookie.”
Eric finally released his hold. “Her day guard? Why does she need watching?”
The were frowned and rubbed his neck, eying him warily. “I’m not privy to those details. I just know I’m here to do a job. I didn’t realize there were two vamp guards.”
“Yeah. You and the guy I replaced. She must be pretty important.” He nodded toward Sookie’s room.
“She is,” Eric replied. The sun pushed against him, reminding him to hurry back to the safety of his room. He walked away without another word, equally comforted and disturbed that Sookie had a guard.
“Where have you been?” Pam asked the second he walked into their room. She had one foot in her coffin and one on the floor. “Wait.” She held up her finger and inhaled. “You’ve been with Sookie.”
“I have.” He smiled.
“What is it about her?” she asked.
Eric shrugged and shuffled over to his coffin, prying it open while his fingers still worked. “I don’t know, but I like it.” Once he pulled his lid shut, her scent concentrated in the air around him, filling him with desire all over again. It would have to wait.
* * * *
When Eric woke that night, Sookie was the first thing on his mind. In the darkness of his coffin, he dipped his hand inside his pants and gripped his cock. He inhaled, savoring her lingering aroma, and imagined her warm, pliable body pressed to his. Instead of her sleeping form, he imagined her fully awake, straddling his legs. She let her robe fall open and then positioned her hot, wet pussy on top of his dick. Her nipples hardened and her mouth fell slack as she took him in.
He growled as he came, slamming into his hand over and over. Sated for the moment, he opened his coffin and made his way to the shower through his empty room. The queen hadn’t asked him to watch over Sookie, but he planned to anyway.
With the trial set to begin within the hour, he made his way down to the Convention Hall. A crowd milled around outside the Royal Room, which sat opposite of the Ritual Room. He pushed himself through the horde and surveyed his surroundings. Unlike the Ritual Room, the Royal Room had been furnished with lavish chairs and a makeshift bench where the Ancient Pythoness sat ready to judge the upcoming proceedings. Louisiana and Texas were seated together at a table near one end of the bench while Arkansas sat at the other, looking pathetic in comparison.
Sookie smiled at him from her seat next to Andre. Her usual confidence had been replaced with anxiety, making her entire body rigid as she waited for her part. She and the other telepath, Barry, added to the small handful of humans in the room.
The Ancient Pythoness cleared her throat, silencing the raucous group. “If you are not directly involved in this case, exit the room.”
Eric’s shoulders fell and he turned with everyone else, getting one last glance at Sookie before leaving. He stalked over to the wall opposite, never taking his eyes off the door. Hours later he remained frozen, waiting for her. He nearly gasped when the doors opened and a flood of vampires spilled into the Convention Hall. Sookie broke away from everyone and headed for the bathroom. She showed two fingers to Eric, telling him to wait, and then pointed to the Ritual Room. He nodded and watched the clock. After two minutes, he made his way to the vacant room, closing the doors behind him.
“I hoped you would get my message,” Sookie said, her voice echoing off the barren walls.
He smiled in the darkness and started moving toward her voice. He found her a moment later, on the stage, pressed against the podium, waiting for him. Her warm fingers tugged at the button holding his jeans closed.
“Fuck,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as she pumped him a few times. He reached out to touch her, but realized she was on her knees.
“I don’t think anyone’s been in here,” a voice said as the door clicked.
Sookie scrambled backward, hiding inside the podium and dragging Eric in front of her just as the lights came on.
“Oh,” Quinn said to Rasul. “I guess someone is in here.”
Eric glanced down at the podium to make sure Sookie was out of sight before he lifted his eyebrows.
Quinn frowned. “What are you doing in here?”
Eric scoffed. “Practicing.”
“Practicing?” Rasul said.
Sookie’s mouth descended, sucking Eric’s dick in her mouth.
He gripped the edge of the podium, his nails scraping against the wood. “Mm hmm.”
She scraped his length with her teeth and swirled her tongue, making his eyes roll into his head.
“The wedding tomorrooow,” he managed to say.
“In the dark?” Quinn asked.
“I don’t like dis-tractions,” Eric replied, trying to steady his voice as Sookie stroked his balls.
“We’ll leave shortly,” Rasul said. “But first, have you seen Sookie?”
“Sookie?” Eric echoed. At that moment, she started bobbing her head up and down his shaft.
Quinn grinned. “Blonde, human, nice tits.”
“The queen’s telepath,” Rasul replied, giving Quinn a dirty look. “She gave me the slip.”
“No,” Eric said through clenched teeth. His emotions ranging between anger at Quinn and the overwhelming pleasure Sookie was giving him. “I haven’t seen her.”
“Come on, let’s keep looking,” Quinn said, opening the door. “Later.”
Eric nodded to him and sighed when they finally left. “Fuck. I’m going to come,” he whispered, focusing on the growing ball of pleasure inside him.
“Mm hmm,” she hummed, sucking and licking harder and faster than before. She gripped his balls and held him firmly while he came. His fangs dug into his bottom lip, stifling his grunts. He licked his skin clean, only building his ravenous appetite.
After his hips stopped jerking, he backed away from her, coaxing her out of her hiding place. Before he could speak, she said, “Our recess is nearly over. I just wanted to thank you for this morning.”
“That was… You didn’t have to…”
She put her finger to his lips and straightened her clothes. “Shh. Thank you,” she repeated.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, feeling a little dizzy. “Thank you.”
“Can I come see you later?” she asked.
He nodded. “When? Where?”
“After the trial. I’ll find you.”
She shrugged and zipped his pants up, patting his growing erection. “Sure.”
He stood there long after she’d gone, then finally returned to the Convention Hall. He found Pam and pulled her away from Bill. When they were alone, he said, “I’m going to need our room tonight.”
Pam wiggled her eyebrows. “Sookie?”
He nodded and stifled a smile when someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned and nearly bumped into Rasul.
“I’m not stupid,” Rasul said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I know she’s been seeing you.”
Eric frowned. “Who?”
Rasul stepped closer to him. “You know who. Sookie!” He poked Eric in the chest. “She was with you a few minutes ago. I could smell her. The only reason I left was to get Quinn to leave.”
Eric growled. “Fucking Quinn.”
“If you hurt her, be prepared to meet your true death.” Rasul’s nostrils flared and then he jabbed him again.
“Are you threatening me?” Eric asked, straightening his back and glaring at the wiry vampire.
“Yes,” he stated. “Be careful.” His face hardened and then he turned to leave just as abruptly as he arrived.
“He’s in love with her,” Pam whispered a few seconds later.
“She chose me.” Eric puffed out his chest.
“True, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous.”
Rasul’s not the only dangerous vamp around… On to It Happened In Rhodes: Chapter 7