Petulance: Chapter 7

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.

 

All mistakes are my own. Slightly NSFW. Are you ready to find out why Sookie can resist Eric?

 

Chapter 7

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Sookie’s head spun as Mike’s blood diffused through her. Eric encircled her wrist and dragged her into the hall, slamming the door behind them. “What the fuck was that?”

“Delicious. Except for the end.” She scrunched up her nose.

“No. You ignored me.”

“I wasn’t ready to stop.”

“But I commanded you,” he said.

“And? I wasn’t done.” She twisted out of his grip.

The door opened and Mike stepped out with a stupid grin plastered onto his face.

“Thank you, Mike,” Sookie said, touching his shoulders lightly.

His grin widened. “Thank you.”

“I’m taking him home and then we’re going to have a talk.” Eric guided Mike out of the house.

Sookie sighed. “Goody.” After a quick trip to the bathroom (to deep clean her sticky spot), she went back to her bed and stretched out. She closed her eyes and let her meal settle, Mike’s heat working its way through her body. It satisfied something deep inside her and awoke something else. She couldn’t deny that it had been a very sexual experience; she just didn’t want to have sex with Mike.

She’d never been in a position of power like that. She was the one in control, and it turned her on. She told him what to do, and he did it. He didn’t try to force himself on her like most of the drunken assholes she’d encountered in her life. She dominated him and she liked it.

With the house to herself for a little longer, she pulled her dress up, dipped her hand between her legs, and pushed inside. She was strong. Desirable. In control. All her senses were heightened and her nerves were on fire. She needed to come just as much as Mike had. Her finger moved faster and faster as she rubbed her nipples with her other hand. She screamed when she came and then her body went limp as she coasted down.

When the front door slammed, she quickly righted herself.

Eric stormed into her room. “He’s been taken care of.”

“Thanks,” she said, still in her post-orgasmic haze.

He inhaled deeply and glared at her. “Why didn’t you just fuck him?”

She looked away.

“You wanted to, didn’t you?” he asked. “Look at me,” he demanded.

She clenched her jaw and intensified her stare elsewhere.

“As your Maker I command you to look at me.”

She scoffed and walked toward the bathroom.

“What the fuck?” Eric shouted, lunging at her and dragging her backward.

“Let me go. I need to wash my hands,” she shouted, turning to face him. “You don’t get to boss me around all the time.”

“I’m not bossing you around. I’m commanding you. You’re not supposed to be able to resist a command from your Maker.” He frowned. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Me?” she shouted. “There’s nothing wrong with me. Maybe you’re a terrible Maker.”

He shook his head. “I never had this problem with Pam. I gave her my blood when she was on the brink of death, just like I did with you.”

“I didn’t have just your blood,” Sookie said as everything fell into place. “I had Long Shadow’s first. Lots of it.”

“No.”

“Yes. You cut his head off while he was on top of me. I drank his blood. It was a survival reaction, I guess. Everything hurt, and his blood made it better.”

“You have two Makers.”

She shrugged. “I guess I do.”

“Fuck. So I can’t control you.”

“Nope. I guess you’ll just have to ask me to do things nicely. Sorry to disappoint you.” Sookie turned away from Eric and went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

“So why didn’t you just fuck him while he was here? You were obviously turned on by the whole thing,” he said, following her.

She rolled her eyes. “It was exciting, I’ll give you that, but just because I’m turned on doesn’t mean I want to have sex with a stranger.”

“Feeding and fucking go hand in hand,” he stated.

“Maybe for you,” she said.

“For you, too. Believe me when I say I know what I’m talking about.”

Sookie dried her hands and then wiggled her fingers. “I’ve always taken care of my own needs, if you know what I mean.”

Eric snorted. “I take care of myself when the need arises, but there’s nothing like biting someone and being surrounded by them.” His pupils dilated and his fangs ran out to prove his point.

“I’ll take your word for it. How do you control them?” She touched his fang, slicing her finger open. She hissed as blood beaded against her skin, but his tongue cleaned it promptly.

“Maybe you should let me show you how good it is.” Eric kissed her finger and then sucked on it again.

Sookie waited for all the usual signs of anxiety to crop up, but nothing happened. No sweaty hands, no racing pulse, no dry mouth. Being a vampire had a few benefits.

“Why are you so nervous?” he asked.

“We’re not having this discussion.” She tried to push past him, but he blocked the door.

“Oh yes we are. Why are you so nervous? Fucking a vampire isn’t that different than fucking a human.”

“I’ll take your word for that, too.”

His mouth fell open. “You’ve never… You and Compton never…?”

Her unresponsive body made it easy to hide her embarrassment. “No. Okay? Are you happy now? Are you done humiliating me?”

“Were you saving yourself for marriage?” he asked with a sugary voice.

“No. I didn’t have many opportunities, okay? Bill was the first guy I was ever interested in, but he never responded, so I gave up.”

“He didn’t respond?” Eric scoffed. “How is that possible? How have you remained untouched all these years?”

“Everyone called me Crazy Sookie. Guys wouldn’t get near me with a ten-foot pole. Not that I wanted them to. You should hear what they’re thinking.” She grimaced. “Ugh. Especially after they’ve had a few drinks. Their filters stop working and then they say whatever comes into their mind. Plus all they think about is sex. Having sex with me, having sex with someone else, masturbating. You name it.”

“Like Mike?” He sneered.

“Wait. Are you jealous of him?”

“No.”

“You are!” She smiled and touched his bare arm, his thoughts confirming what she suspected. “You’re jealous because I picked a muscular young man, and not some dumpy tourist.”

“I would’ve been jealous if you’d fucked him,” he clarified.

“I had no intention of having sex with him. I already told you that. I was just hungry.”

“So why did you let him jerk off?”

“Because he wanted to and I wanted it to be a good experience for him. No harm no foul.”

Eric shook his head. “Why do you care about his experience? He’s nothing.”

“So was I … until three days ago.” She poked him in the chest. “You took him home, right? You didn’t do anything to him, did you?”

“Of course I took him home. He had three witnesses that knew he was leaving with you. Can you imagine what vampire prison is like? Because I can, and I never want to go there.”

“Did I do okay?” she asked, changing topics.

“You’re a natural,” he said. “You have to stop sooner though. If you take too much, you can kill them by accident.”

“He didn’t seem like he was about to die. I think he liked it.”

“His pulse slowed too much. You must listen for that. Anything under forty beats per minute is dangerous. He did seem to be enjoying himself. I saw the way he looked at you.”

“His thoughts were very…” she paused, searching for the perfect word, “lusty.”

“I can’t blame him.”

“You’re the one who made me sit on his lap the whole way here! If you were jealous of him why would you do that?”

“I thought that was what you wanted.”

“When I want something, I’ll let you know, okay?” she said. She pushed past him and then went into the kitchen. Eric followed close behind her. “How can I be hungry again?”

He wiggled his fingers. “Extracurricular activities?”

She smacked his hands down.

“It’s been a long time, but I still remember the hunger. When you’re young, you’re always hungry.”

“Always hungry, staying up all night, and sleeping all day.” She laughed. “Maybe all teenagers are vampires.”

Sookie and Eric sat together in the front room watching T.V. to pass the remaining hours of night. She wanted to change out of her dress but she hadn’t found anything suitable to wear as a nightgown in all the clothes Pam had bought for her. Not that she was ungrateful. It just meant she’d have to go shopping. Or go home and get my favorites. She shivered. What if Mike hadn’t pulled me out of my feeding frenzy? What if I had taken too much and he ended up dying? I don’t think I could live with myself. What if I hurt someone I loved? What if I hurt Gran? She downed another bottle of blood, trying not to let the taste linger too long.

“Do you have something I can wear to sleep in?” she asked, clearing her dark thoughts from her head.

“I have more Fangtasia T-shirts, if you’d like.”

“I was hoping for something a little longer.” She gave him a small smile.

“You’re welcome to go through my closet,” he offered.

“Thanks!”

As he led the way downstairs, she found each movement difficult. “Why is it so hard to walk?”

“The sun is coming. Think of it as a warning. Are you afraid?”

She nodded. Fear had crept into her mind and taken hold.

“Those are your instincts telling you to seek shelter.” He turned the light on in his closet, making her blink and cover her eyes, which had adjusted to the dim light spilling down the stairs. Thankfully, he didn’t turn the main light on. He sorted through his shirts and then opened his dresser.

“How are you still moving so easily?”

“I’m old,” he replied, pulling out an A-shirt that was longer than any of his other shirts. “Try this.”

She held it against her and frowned. “I don’t think this is much better.”

“It’s longer. That’s what you asked for.”

As the sunrise approached, every movement became a chore. She looked at the floor. “I can’t get undressed.” She had obviously waited too long.

“Turn around,” he directed.

She complied, turning away from him slowly.

He unzipped her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. He inhaled sharply and then slid it off her hips. She had forgone a bra, which would’ve shown in a dress cut so low, so she stood there, in her panties, clutching his undershirt to her breasts.

“The shirt?” he held his hand out, palm up.

She relaxed her grip and handed it to him before putting her arms up.

He pulled the soft material over her body and tugged the hem down. It brushed against her mid-thigh. She squeaked in surprise when he scooped her up. “Time to go to bed.”

Eric headed toward the stairs, but before he put his foot on the bottom one, she said, “I don’t want to sleep alone.” The fear of the coming day had morphed into a monstrous terror. As much as she hated to admit it, being around him made her feel better.

“What are you saying?”

“That I want to sleep with you. And I mean sleep.”

He grinned, turned around, closed his door, and placed her in the middle of his massive bed. She closed her eyes as he undressed, and when the bed moved a moment later, she peeked at him.

“I don’t usually sleep in pants, but I thought you would be more comfortable.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He wiggled into position next to her and stretched out. The bed didn’t seem so big anymore.

Only a few inches separated them, but it was too much. She needed to be closer. She scooted over and sighed when she touched him. Her tired mind couldn’t identify his thoughts, only his feeling of happiness. I guess he likes me in here, too.

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Did anyone guess that she had two Makers? Read on Petulance: Chapter 8