Petulance: Chapter 10

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.


All mistakes are my own. Things are about to get really NSFW in here. Find a nice secluded spot!

Chapter 10


Sookie held on tight as Eric moved away from the front door.

Feels so good. Kiss me again. He practically flew down the stairs and deposited her on the edge of his bed. She pushed up the hem of his shirt and ran her fingers across the rise and fall of his sculpted abs.

Yes. Touch me. He closed his eyes and leaned into her hand.

She kissed his nipples. Lightly at first, but when he moaned, she sucked on his skin and scraped him with her teeth.

He ripped his shirt off and then wedged his body between her legs. Her dress stretched and then moved out of the way as she wiggled toward him. He ran his fingers along the outside of her thighs, pushing her dress farther up her body, and eventually pulling it over her head. He ran his fingers across her bare breasts as if he were memorizing every inch of her. She locked her legs around him again and moaned softly when her swollen sex bumped against his hard-on.

“I want to taste you,” he said, easing her shoulders onto his bed. He kneeled on the floor and kissed up the length of her leg. You’re so soft.

She closed her eyes and let the growing pleasure settle deep inside her. The closer he got to her panties, the more the anticipation built. He kissed across the waistband and blew gently on her pussy. And then he started tugging her underwear off. She lifted her hips and a shudder went through her as he brushed his thumb across her clit. When he got back in position, he didn’t waste any time. He kissed and licked the inside of one of her thighs and when he got to the middle, he licked her slit. Her hips jerked and her body arched.

Eric grinned and then did it again, but that time, he rubbed her clit with his thumb.

Sookie moaned again, louder than before. She wanted to watch him, but couldn’t keep her eyes open as her orgasm neared.

He pushed his tongue in and out of her faster and faster and rubbed furiously. Come for me.

She bucked wildly against his mouth, which never stopped moving. A scream erupted out of her. Eric dipped his tongue inside her, like a butterfly collecting nectar. When she finally came back to earth, she opened her eyes and smiled. “That was…” she trailed off because she didn’t know how to finish it. New? Certainly. Awesome? Definitely. To think she’d been missing out on those kind of orgasms for years!

“Delicious,” Eric finished, licking his lips. “I knew you were sweet, I just didn’t know how sweet.” He ran his tongue against her opening one more time before standing, making her quiver again. He groaned and unbuttoned his pants. Within moments, he freed his cock and dropped his clothes to the floor.

Sookie’s eyes bulged. Suddenly, her pearly pink battery-operated stress-reliever seemed downright small in comparison.

He rubbed her slit with his fingers, collecting cum before gripping his dick. He pushed forward, thrusting his hard-on through the opening in his hand and then he pulled back, ready to do it all over again. She couldn’t stop watching, and he seemed more than happy to put on a show. The next time he drove into his hand, he pushed a finger inside her, keeping the same rhythm. His thoughts jumbled together, with only fragments of words transmitting to her.

She couldn’t hold a coherent thought in her head, either. There wasn’t anything but their bodies and the pleasure building inside her again.

So tight. So wet, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut and rubbing his palm against her clit while he continued to fuck his hand. She lifted her hips to meet his finger and came again, twitching and moaning. He came at the same moment, splattering her golden curls and her sex. His hips shuddered and his movements stilled for a second, but as she watched, his cock hardened.

She let out a shaky exhale as he rubbed his length against her sticky, swollen lips. Their cum mingled, making everything incredibly slippery. She locked her ankles around him again and pulled him closer while her hand joined his in the quest to unite their bodies.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered.

“I want you,” she replied, stroking his dick. “Be gentle?”

“I’ll do my best,” he said, pushing just inside her.

She blinked slowly, committing every second of her experience to memory. Nothing would ever compare to that moment. She had never wanted anything so much in all her life. He waited until she relaxed before pushing again, easing into her inch by inch. When he was finally buried inside her she came again.

He groaned and then pulled out slowly, her pussy fluttering around him. The next time he pushed into her, it was a single fluid movement followed by a swirl of his hips, drawing out her orgasm as he rubbed his pelvis against her clit. She bit into her lip, coating her tongue with her borrowed blood. She wanted to scream and gasp, but the only thing that came out was a gurgle.

And then he pulled out of her again, thrusting back in with more power and speed. Every time their bodies met, a guttural noise escaped her lips. She held onto him with all her strength, her nails digging into his sublime ass as he slammed into her.

“Bite me,” he said, offering his arm.

She knew from his anatomy lesson that a vein ran the length of his forearm. All she had to do was find it. She turned her head and sank her fangs into his flesh. His cock swelled just as his blood filled her mouth. She came hard, shaking violently against him.

He caressed her breasts with his free hand. That was even better than I imagined. I’m glad you finally gave—

She released her hold on his arm and glared at him. “I’m not giving in to you.”

He pressed his lips together over his bumpy teeth. “I wish I could read your mind.”

“No you don’t.”

“You know exactly what I’m thinking, what I want, what I like.”

“It would be nice to be surprised for once,” she said as she made a mental note to learn how to block his thoughts too. She had gotten better with regular people, so she knew she could do it. It would just take practice.

He smiled and pulled out of her almost all the way. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

She focused on the anticipation of more orgasms. “It’s intense. Amazing. Mind-blowing.”

His smile grew.

“Your blood…” she licked her lips and his smile fell. “It’s powerful. It’s nothing like feeding from a live person. Quite the opposite.” Instead of quenching her hunger, his blood made her want more.

“And the sex?” he asked, reaching between their bodies and manipulating her sensitive flesh.

She smiled, but kept her mouth shut. At this rate, I won’t be able to keep quiet for long.

“You seem to be enjoying this. Are you?” he said, squeezing her clit gently. Tell me.

“You can’t make me,” she taunted. Her petulance was rewarded with him lifting her off the bed and slamming her against the wall. The air went out of her.

He growled and thrust into her to the hilt. “Tell me.”

She gulped air into her lungs and moaned. “What?”

“What you’re thinking,” he whispered, pulling out and slamming back into her before kissing her.

“I really like that,” she mumbled against his lips. She wanted to wax poetic and tell him that he had awoken nerves in her she didn’t know she had. To tell him that no one had ever touched her like that before, as if he knew her. But she couldn’t express thoughts at that moment.

He fucked her hard and fast drawing a scream out of her as orgasmic bliss washed over her again. She was glad to not have to breathe, because it would definitely get in the way.

Another gulp of air allowed her to say, “I feel more alive now than I ever did.”

He grinned and bit her neck. She moaned as pleasure and pain mingled together and then his hips jerked as he came inside her again. He removed his mouth and when he kissed her, her blood lingered on his lips.

“Tommy is tasty,” Eric said. “What was he thinking about?”

“Being handcuffed and having sex with me while you had sex with him.” She grimaced. “It was very graphic. Claire had been thinking about her best friend and that she wouldn’t believe you had kissed her.”

“What about Mike?” he asked with a little bite in his voice.

“You know what Mike was thinking.”

“As you already observed, sex is often tied to feeding, so you might find yourself in a position where—”

She frowned. “If I’d wanted to have sex with a bunch of strangers, I could’ve done that before. My state of being doesn’t change the fact that I’m not that kind of person.”

“I wasn’t implying that,” he said, kissing her. “I wanted to let you know that if you need me after you feed, I would be more than happy to help you out.”

She smiled. “You’re a saint.”

“I try.”

“Do you … normally…?” She wasn’t so sure she wanted to know the answer.

“Feed and fuck?” He shrugged. “Sometimes.”

She looked away but he cupped her chin and forced her to look at him.

“You are more than enough.” To prove his point, he started moving inside her again. “As long as you’re willing, I will be devoted to you. Unless you really wanted to invite Tommy and this is your round about way of bringing it up.”

She shook her head. “Nope.”

“If you change your mind, let me know.” He fell back on the bed with Sookie on top, giving her full control.

“I don’t really know what to do here,” she whispered.

He gripped her hips possessively and guided her up and down and rocked her back and forth. “Do whatever feels good.”

“It all feels good.”

He grinned. “Then do it all.”

So she did.

* * * *

Sookie discovered the one drawback to a night of marathon sex. Her appetite was insatiable. The synthetic blood tasted even worse after Eric’s blood, but it did the job well enough to dull the ache in her stomach.

That morning, she slept in Eric’s bed again. Not because she felt lonely or afraid, but because she wanted to.

When she woke that night, she expected to be sore, since she had struggled to walk before going to bed, but her super duper vampire blood healed everything. Including inside, so when Eric greeted her with rough kisses and his hands moving her on top of his waiting body, she happily reciprocated.

The sex was even better than the night before. Out of habit, she breathed hard as they sprawled across the bed. She laughed when she finally noticed. “How long did it take you to stop acting like a living person?”

He shrugged. “A few years. It’s so ingrained in you, but there will be a day when you stop.”

“Do all vampires have this kind of relationship?” She motioned between them. “Makers and their … what am I?”

“My Progeny.” He shook his head. “It depends. Sometimes a Maker turns someone just so they can fuck them. Other times, it’s for companionship.”

“Like you and Pam?” she asked.

“It was a little of both.”

“Oh.” She regretted asking. Jealousy twisted inside her, or maybe it was just her hunger. Hard to distinguish between the two.

“Our relationship ended decades ago. Her tastes have changed.”

“You’re not a woman.”

He laughed. “I’m definitely not a woman.”

“But you didn’t turn me for either reason.”

He caressed the side of her face. “I wanted to save you.” He smiled. “And then fuck you.”

“Mission accomplished.” She laughed. “You’re not going to get tired of me, are you?”

“Never,” he replied. And she believed him. The connection between them made their emotions transparent, and what she felt from him right then was true happiness. “What would you like to do on our night off?”

“Go to a movie?” She frowned. “It won’t be the same without popcorn. That used to be the whole reason I went to the movies.”

“You can still experience the smell of popcorn, but it won’t be the same. Do you still want to go?”

Sookie nodded, dragged herself out of bed, and checked movie listings, finding one she wanted to see. The theater in Bon Temps was small, so her choices were limited. Shreveport, on the other hand, had four theaters to pick from, and one was showing the movie she wanted to see in forty minutes. She yelled the plan down the stairs and then went and got dressed. She picked out something more casual for their date night and dressed quickly. Wait. Is this a date?

Eric popped his head into her room. “What’s on your mind?”

“How do you know? When something is bothering me?” She frowned.

“I can feel it; your uncertainty this time.”

“Is this a date? Are we dating?” He had said he’d be devoted to her, but she didn’t know what that meant. “Are we exclusive?”

“Do you want us to be?” he asked.


“Then yes, this is a date.”

“Are we going to hold hands and make out?” She grinned. Everyone in high school had made out in the Bon Temps Theater except her. The idea of getting the chance now thrilled her.

“Anything you want.”

“I’d like that.”

I hope you enjoyed the lemons! Read more here: Petulance: Chapter 11

Petulance: Chapter 9

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.


All mistakes are my own.

Chapter 9


Sookie sulked the entire way home. At least I don’t have to share my seat tonight. Stupid Eric. Why does he have to be such a dick?

“Please don’t be angry with me,” Eric said, breaking the silence.

“How could you tell?” she jeered.

“I’m very pleased with your progress,” he went on, keeping his eyes on the road. “You need to learn how to feed from other parts of the body. Do you know human anatomy?”

She shrugged. “A little.”

“Tomorrow, I’ll show you.”


Instead of watching T.V. with Eric, Sookie decided to spend the rest of the night cleaning. A pile of dirty clothes waited in the laundry room. Apparently Eric doesn’t like to get his hands dirty she thought as she sorted through weeks of clothes and sheets, adding her new nightgowns to the mix so she could wear one come morning.

As the hours passed, she paid careful attention to the subtle changes in her body. Her joints stiffened first, which she hadn’t noticed the previous morning. She could still move, but it took a lot more effort. She downed a bottle of blood, rinsed out her mouth, and changed into her new nightgown.

She walked down the hall slowly and paused once she could see Eric.

Eric turned off the T.V. and stood. “Ready for bed?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m sleeping up here today,” she said.

His shoulders sagged. “Your choice.”

“Yes, it is. See you tonight.” She turned and went to her room, locking the door behind her. There wasn’t any point to getting under the covers since she no longer felt cold or heat, so she stretched out on top of the soft comforter, wedged a pillow under her head, and waited. Fear crowded all other thoughts out of her brain. I’m safe. She repeated this mantra over and over again. After a few minutes, she couldn’t keep her eyes open.

When she woke, she knew she wasn’t alone. “The lock on the door was meant to keep you out,” she said, still unable to move her limbs. “How are you up here already?”

“I’m old.”

“That’s not an answer.”

He sighed. “With age, you gain more control over your body during sunrise and sunset. If I need to I can also move during the day.”



She sat up stiffly, like a mechanical being brought to life. “Thank you,” she said, taking the warmed bottle from him and drinking it quickly.

“I like your new nightgown,” he said, running his hand along the open neckline and tugging on the strings meant to tie in the middle.

She smacked his hand.

“We never discussed your salary for bartending,” he said.

“No, we didn’t. How much are you going to pay me?” She had made just over fifteen thousand the previous year waiting tables. A starvation wage to be sure. Bartenders pulled more than that, but not by a lot.

“How much do you want?”

Her mouth hung open in surprise. “Fifty thousand?” she squeaked.


More than double what I could make anywhere else and he says done like it’s nothing. “Okay.”

“I’ll get you set up with our accountant. You remember Bruce, don’t you?”

She laughed. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget anything about that night.”

“I’ll call him now while you get dressed, unless you want me to stay.” He smiled that beautiful smile.

She pointed at the door. “Lock it behind you.”

He stood, pushed the middle of the knob, and pulled the door closed.

She shook her head and focused on the closet of goods. As she dressed, she realized that unless she was messy or her meal happened to get fluids on her, she didn’t need to shower. No sweat, no greasy hair, no hairy legs. The night she died, everything remained exactly as it had been, which meant she would stay golden and smooth forever. Another perk of being a vampire. Even better, she could squeeze into impossibly tight dresses because she didn’t need to breathe.

So that’s what she chose: a tight black dress made of something that looked like leather, but squeaked under her fingers. She decided it would be fun to play the part.

Eric gave her a cool nod when she joined him in the kitchen. “Trying to fit in, I see.”

She shrugged.

“Bruce will meet us at Fangtasia.”

“Will I be able to set up direct deposit into my joint account with my gran? Probably, huh? I’ll ask him.”

“You have a joint account with your grandmother?”

“She put me on her account when I turned eighteen. It’s easier, since we share everything.” She looked down. “Shared.”

“When would you like to visit her?”

Sookie frowned. “Thursday?”

Eric nodded his approval. “I’ll work it out with Pam.”

* * * *

On the way to Fangtasia Sookie asked, “Do I get nights off?”

“We’re closed Sunday and Monday.” Eric glanced at her.

“So I have tonight off?”

“Yes. But we need to meet with Bruce.”

“That’s why you asked me to come in on a Monday night, isn’t it?”


“Thalia and Clancy wouldn’t have been there, would they?”

“No,” he replied.

“Pam would’ve been able to help me, wouldn’t she?”


It was clear that he’d already considered what might’ve been, but she hadn’t until that moment. Reality hit her hard. Her stubbornness had contributed to the events leading up to her death. Monday night would’ve meant a small meeting with the three business owners, Eric, Pam, Long Shadow, and the humans who worked for them. Plus Bill and Sookie. Clancy and Thalia complicated matters. “Why did you want Bill to bring me?”

“I was curious. Long Shadow and Compton seemed close. Too close. I couldn’t rule him out in the investigation.”

“Did you suspect him?”

Eric remained focused on the road.

“Did you set me up?” she shouted.

“No.” He finally looked at her. “I hoped it was Bruce. That would’ve been easy. I didn’t want to assume that my partner was fucking me over, especially with that pathetic weasel. But when you told me it was a vampire, I had to ask everyone working to stay behind, including Thalia and Clancy.”

“And once Long Shadow bit me, Pam and Clancy both had to restrain Thalia.”

He nodded. “She’s very old and very powerful.”

“So I might not…” She couldn’t finish her sentence.

Eric parked the car outside Fangtasia and twisted in his seat to face her. “Don’t think about what might’ve happened. You can’t change the past.”

Before she could stop it, tears spilled out of her eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered, wiping her cheeks clean. “It’s not so bad, is it?”

She squeezed her eyes shut. It could be worse. I could be dead. “You’re right. It’s not so bad.”

He smiled and then gasped when she kissed him. He wound his fingers through her hair and moaned into her mouth. Unprepared, he didn’t have anything witty or annoying waiting in his brain.

“Thanks for talking to me,” she said, pulling away. “We should get inside.”

“Bruce can wait,” he said, but before he could kiss her, she put her hand against his chest.

“I’m hungry again.”

“I’m willing the share,” he offered, putting her hand against the side of his neck. “But that will get interesting.”

“How?” She cocked her head to the side.

Because I need to fuck when I’m bitten. He smiled, all too aware that he had communicated as clearly as if he’d spoken. He transmitted a very clear image of Sookie’s dress pushed up to her waist and her riding him and biting him.

She pulled her hand away, abruptly cutting the feed of her own personal porn. Lust and hunger snaked together, adding to her frustration. The worst part was that she wanted it, too. Her desires fought against the logical part of her brain that told her it wasn’t a good idea. “We need to go inside,” she repeated, more for herself than anything. And then she opened her door and got out.

Sookie waited at the door for a few seconds before Eric joined her with his keys in hand.

“Bruce is waiting for you in my office,” Eric said. He looked right at her. She knew what he wanted and wondered if he could tell she wanted the same thing.

* * * *

The night went better than Sookie expected. Because Fangtasia was closed, she only had to worry about Bruce’s thoughts, but as the night wore on, and the mountain of paperwork grew, she got better at filtering him out. Maybe I’m getting better.

When they were finally done, she escorted Bruce out of the building and nearly bumped into Eric.

A tall young man, dressed all in black, waited behind Eric. He wore dark makeup around his eyes, making them appear sunken.

“Sookie, this is Tommy. Tommy has offered to lend a hand, well, actually his whole body, for tonight’s lesson,” Eric said blandly, as if he were going to tutor them in math.

“Hi, Tommy,” Sookie whispered.

Tommy didn’t respond with words and after a few flashes of him being bound and gagged, she tuned him out.

Bruce started sweating again and was terrified that he might get roped into whatever was about to happen, so he ran to his car as fast as he could.

“Let’s retire to my office,” Eric said, leading the way down the hall. Tommy and Sookie followed.

Once they were inside, Eric said, “Please get undressed.”

“Me?” Tommy asked.

Eric nodded.

Tommy smiled and yanked his black shirt off, never breaking eye contact with Sookie.

She turned and faced Eric. “I thought this wasn’t allowed at work.”

“Fangtasia is closed. Tommy’s not going to say anything, are you?”

Tommy shook his head and unlaced his tall boots, kicking them and his socks to the side.

“He’s not police, is he?” Eric whispered.

“No.” Although he wasn’t associated with the law enforcement, an image of him handcuffed to the desk popped into her brain. Not in a you have the right to remain silent way, more like you have the right to violate me. She blanched.

Tommy unbuttoned his skin-tight black jeans and unzipped them slowly, as if he were performing a strip tease. When he peeled them off his legs he revealed a pair of bright red boxer briefs. With more confidence than one person should possess, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband.

“Stop!” Sookie screeched.

Eric smiled. “That’s enough, Tommy. Get on my desk.”

He frowned. Sookie listened for a moment and realized why he was confused. The way he saw it, Sookie should be on the bottom so he could fuck her while Eric fucked him. Now, he didn’t know what to think. Finally, he climbed onto Eric’s desk and stretched out, completely unafraid of what was going to happen next. She was reminded of her first visit to Fangtasia. Long Shadow had told her that every human who consorts with vampires wants to die. She hadn’t believed him, but it seemed to be true about Tommy. He closed his eyes and waited.

“You are already aware of the carotid artery,” Eric started, putting his fingers against Tommy’s throat. Tommy smiled and wiggled under his touch. “It runs down to his heart,” he said, sliding his hand down, “and from there it goes to either arm and down the spine.”

Tommy turned his arms to demonstrate the pulsing veins wrapped around his wiry muscles. Eric picked up Sookie’s hand and traced them. Her fangs snicked into place.

“This is the brachial artery. It’s a decent source. Can you feel his pulse?”

Sookie nodded. Her blood lust threatened to consume her at any moment.

“The artery that runs down his spine is huge, but difficult to get to…unless you plan on ripping him in half.”

Sookie cringed, but Tommy barely responded.

Eric dragged her hand down, holding it above Tommy’s swollen dick, straining against his underwear. “Blood flow increases six-fold during an erection.”

That got Tommy’s attention. He grimaced and cupped his crotch protectively.

“But this,” Eric said, guiding her fingers to his pulsing thigh, “this is my favorite: the femoral artery. You have to be a bit more intimate to reach it, but it’s worth it.” He bent his head over Tommy’s leg. “You can bite from the outside, or,” he paused and yanked Tommy off the end of the desk, positioning himself between his legs, “you can bite from here.”

Tommy gripped the sides of the desk and moaned when Eric nuzzled the inside of his leg. A tiny wet spot soaked through his underwear. His breath came out in ragged gasps.

Eric stepped back, much to the disappointment of Tommy. “Try it.”

Sookie shook her head. She wasn’t about to stick her head near some dude’s crotch.

“Try it. Please.” Eric stared at her and then pushed her between Tommy’s legs.

A hint of compliance flickered through Sookie. Still, it wasn’t strong enough to force her to do it. And then her stomach clenched and flipped. Her new instincts were much stronger than Eric’s attempts at persuasion. Tommy’s pulse filled her ears, and when she touched him, his skin burned her. She closed her eyes and bent forward. Tommy writhed under her, lifting his leg to meet her mouth. His artery pulsed against her lips begging her to taste him.

Unable to resist any longer, she opened her mouth and slid her fangs into his flesh. She swallowed quickly as a gush of blood filled her mouth. Tommy strained against her, grunting and quivering, which forced more out, quieting her hunger. The flow slowed slightly, and before Eric had to remind her, she listened to his pulse. Seventy. Sixty-two. Fifty. Forty-five. His pulse echoed inside her, living for another few brief moments. She pulled her mouth away with a loud pop and then licked the wound. Unlike her previous experience, it didn’t slow, so she punctured her tongue and then lapped at it until the skin healed. She straightened her back, noticing immediately the much larger dark spot on his underwear. She looked away.

“Get dressed,” Eric said.

“But I—” Tommy sat up and frowned.

“I said, get dressed.” Eric looked at him intensely and handed him his pants.

“Yes, master.” Tommy complied.

Sookie grimaced. Apparently, Tommy was the male version of Ginger. Gross.

“You’re going to go home. You won’t remember anything about tonight.”

“I won’t?” he asked, his voice dreamy.


“Okay.” Tommy frowned and pulled on his boots.

Sookie picked up his shirt and handed it to him as they walked out together. Eric locked the main doors behind them while Sookie walked Tommy to his car. “Are you okay to drive?”


“Thank you, Tommy.”

He nodded and smiled. He looked like he was sleepwalking.

Eric waited in the Corvette with the engine running. Sookie took her seat next to him and they drove home in silence.

Just inside the threshold of his house, Sookie asked, “Why does feeding always have to be so tied to sex?”

Eric shrugged. “It just is. Especially when they’re willing. You saw him. He came without any direct stimulation. It’s different when they’re afraid. The chemicals in their blood change. You can taste their fear. It’s better this way. I wish there had been willing donors when I was a baby.”

“That must’ve been hard. Having to hide your existence and survive.”

“It was. My Maker wasn’t so … helpful.” He nodded. “You’re flushed.”

“I’m food-drunk. You know, like after Thanksgiving or something.” She blinked slowly.

“It’s the fastest way to feed.”

“Thanks for teaching me.” No matter how irritating he could be, he was a great instructor.

“I want you to do more than just survive, I want you to thrive.” His eyes sparkled. “I want your life to be better than mine. I want you to be stronger. I want—”

She silenced him with a kiss. She wanted things too, but it didn’t involve talking. Her dress squeaked under his fingers as he lifted her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him and deepened the kiss. She had surprised him again, and for a few seconds, his mind remained delightfully silent. The moment he started thinking, she pulled away.

“Stop thinking. You’ll ruin it again. Take me to your bedroom,” she demanded.

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Petulance: Chapter 8

Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.


All mistakes are my own.

Chapter 8


Wake up. Wake up. Wake up. Sookie wake up.

Sookie blinked. Night. The spell the sun had cast on her had been lifted, giving her freedom of motion and the awareness that someone was grabbing her ass.

Not someone. Eric. Eric is grabbing my ass. She smiled. What else would she expect from him?

“Good morning, starshine,” he sang.

“The earth says hello,” she replied. “Do you mind letting go of me?”

At some stage of her waking, the hem of her shirt had lifted, and his large hand had cupped her partially lace-covered cheek. “I do mind.” He squeezed her and pulled her hard against his body. “I’ve become very attached.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she said, pushing away from him, only intensifying the images of biting, ripping clothes, and fucking. “I’m starving.” She clutched her stomach.

“Upstairs,” he motioned to the ceiling.

Sookie rushed up the stairs, surprising herself at the speed with which she moved. She couldn’t wait to heat the first bottle, which only made it more disgusting. By the time she had the second warmed, Eric sauntered into the kitchen, sporting a not-so-subtle tent in his pants. She looked away, relieved again that she couldn’t blush and show her embarrassment. Unfortunately, she looked down and noticed that the material was almost transparent across her breasts. She tried to cover herself, which only made Eric laugh. “We need to go shopping tonight.”

“I don’t agree,” he answered, running a finger down her spine. “But if you insist, we’ll stop on the way to Fangtasia.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, suddenly unsure of her own voice. “I should call my gran, today. She’s probably worried sick about me.”

Eric handed her a small cell phone and returned to the basement.

Sookie’s hands shook as she dialed. She waited, but at the fifth ring, Gran answered.

“Stackhouse residence.”

“Hi Gran,” Sookie replied, smiling uncontrollably.

“Oh, honey. I’m so glad you called. Sam said something about your job taking longer than you expected, but I didn’t know what that meant.”

“Sorry I couldn’t call before,” she said guiltily. “The job was pretty intense.”


“Yeah, to say the least.” The very least. “In fact, I’ll be staying in Shreveport for a while longer while I wrap things up.”

“I hope they’re taking good care of you,” she said.

“Everything is … fine.” She couldn’t tell her over the phone. “I’ll come home in a few days and tell you all about it.”

“A few days?”

“There’s enough money in our account to cover the power bill,” she said changing topics. They always scrambled for money near the middle of each month. Her death money, as she called it, would come in quite handy. “I love you, Gran, but I need to get to work. They’re waiting for me.”

“Okay, honey. Thank you for calling. See you soon!”

Sookie hung up and wiped the bloody tears from her cheeks. She licked her finger clean and proceeded to fight to put her fangs away for the next five minutes, finally succeeding by thinking of Mike spooging on her arm. It was definitely the buzzkill she needed. She dressed for the night, that time in a pair of jeans and the plush cashmere sweater. Black heels finished the outfit nicely.

Eric waited in the kitchen, wearing a black T-shirt and fitted jeans. “Ready for work?”

“We’re going shopping first, right?”

“Whatever you want.”

* * * *

Sookie giggled when she glanced over her shoulder. Eric pushed the cart behind her, following her every move. Fangtasia would be opening soon and she knew she didn’t have much time, but she still enjoyed the simple scene of Eric with his bright red shopping cart maneuvering through the mega-store. She added a few hair-care items she needed as well as three soft nightgowns.

Eric held up something black and lacy. “What about this?”

She glared at him. “Pass.”

“You’re right. White would be much better on you,” he added, holding up an identical piece of lingerie in white.

“Pam is waiting for us.”

“Fine,” he said, throwing the unwanted garments onto the rack.

Sookie pulled out her purse at the register, but Eric put his hand on hers and shook his head.

“Let me. I owe you.”

The woman standing at the register thought they looked cute, like a new couple that still bought things for each other. If only she knew how much Eric owed her. To make matters worse, the woman leaned closer.

“We need to go,” Sookie whispered. Her muscles twinged in time with the checker’s pulse and her fangs slid out.

Eric paid and ushered Sookie out of the store and into his Corvette.

“How do you deal with that? I could hear her heart beating, calling out to me,” she lisped through her fangs.

“It’s a hunting instinct meant to help you survive. The problem is, we live in a world where we don’t have to hunt. Instead of learning to hunt, you need to learn control.”

She thought of her sticky arm encounter with Mike, which forced her fangs into hiding.

“Excellent. What did you think of?”

Sookie pressed her lips together. “Mike’s … jizz. He got it on my arm.”

A laugh burst out of Eric’s mouth, surprising her. “Whatever works.”

“What works for you?”

“Once, about a hundred and fifty years ago, I was desperate. He was diseased. That’s all I’m going to say.”

She scrunched up her nose. She didn’t want to know more. Incurable disease from the past took many forms, most of them unpleasant. Yay for modern science!

“Tonight, I want you to work on keeping your hunger under control. Focus on something else. Anything else.”

When they got to Fangtasia, Sookie went to the bar straightaway and put all her energy into tidying the area. The shelves had been stocked well, but partial bottles had gotten pushed to the back and something tacky had gotten spilled under the sink. She kept her work in the forefront of her mind, which eased some of the tension of helping human customers. Drinking a lot helped, too. Thankfully, no one singled her out like Mike had the previous night.

A handful of vampires littered the club, a different set than had been there the night before. Maybe they worked in rotations. She made a note to ask Eric.

As if he could tell she wanted to talk to him, he visited her. “How are you doing?”

“Better. I’m focusing on cleaning.”

“No one in mind for tonight?” he asked.

She scoffed. “How am I supposed to focus on something else and find someone for tonight?”

“It’s called multitasking.” He smiled. “If you would rather not worry about it, I’ll pick someone for you.”

“Make sure they’re clean,” she said and then quickly added, “and nice.”

“And muscular and handsome?” he asked with a hint of jealousy.

“Always a bonus,” she said.

“I’m sure Ginger is available,” he teased.

“Hard pass.” She glared at him. “Too bad Mike didn’t come back.”

“Mike won’t be coming back.”

“Did you tell him to stay away? Is that it? Too worried that I’ll get attached to a nothing?”

“I’ll find someone,” he replied, ignoring her comment.

And he did. An hour before the club closed, a skinny young woman followed Eric to the bar like a puppy. “I thought we might like to go for a walk.”

“Now?” Sookie asked.

Eric nodded. “Pam has things taken care of. We won’t be long, will we?”

The young woman smiled up at him.

When they pushed through the back door, Sookie whispered, “I thought biting wasn’t allowed on the premises.”

“Which is why we’re going for a little walk.” He strolled along, the women trailing behind him, and then stopped abruptly. “This is the property line. We’re no longer on the premises.” He led the woman to a tree so they were hidden from the parking lot. She gripped the bark and tilted her head to the side. Ready and waiting.

“Are you willing?” Sookie asked, and listened to her brain for the answer. She very much wanted him to bite her. Sookie frowned. “She wants you. Not me.”

Eric lifted the woman’s chin. “I’m going to kiss you and then she’s going to bite you.”

The woman moaned.

“No.” Sookie shook her head. “I don’t want to be a part of that.”

Eric lifted his eyebrows. “Now who’s jealous?”

“That’s not… I’m…” she stammered.

“It’s just a kiss. Is that okay?” he asked the woman.

She nodded. I can’t believe he’s going to kiss me. Becky is never going to believe me. This is going to be awesome!

“Follow my lead,” Eric said before bending his head down to meet the woman’s waiting mouth. Her nails dug into the tree and she moaned again, when he pulled away, she breathed hard and fast. “Now.”

Sookie nodded and opened her mouth, sinking her fangs into the taut skin of her neck. The woman cried out and then relaxed against the tree.

“Listen,” Eric whispered. “You’re almost done.”

Sookie used all her power to focus on the woman’s heartbeat. It had started strong and fast, but slowed with each swallow. The last thing she wanted was to hurt anyone, which was the whole reason she listened to him.

“You’re done,” he said.

Regretfully, Sookie pulled away gently, licking at the wound until the bleeding stopped. The woman breathed hard against Sookie’s face. “Should I heal her?” She brought her finger to her mouth.

“Don’t. I want it there,” the woman protested.

“You’ll have a scar,” Sookie said, looking closer at the handful of healed bite marks on her neck and realizing she might not care.

“It’s okay,” she said. Her cheeks burned. “I collect them.”

“Thank you for feeding me…”


Sookie looked into her eyes. “You should go home and rest, Claire. Drink plenty of fluids and have some cookies.”

“I like cookies,” Claire replied. “Good night.” She turned away and made her way through the back lot toward her car.

“Why are you so nice to them?” Eric asked when they were alone.

“They’re feeding me. They don’t have to, so I’m grateful. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Did you enjoy that?”

“Better than the bottled stuff.”

“There’s one thing that would’ve made it better.” He stepped toward her.

Her question got stuck in her throat as he kissed her. Claire’s blood had warmed her and fueled her lustful reaction. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, which he eagerly sucked on.

Fuck. I want her so much. His thoughts shifted. Yield to me and I’ll show you how good it can be. Feeding and fucking go together.

She broke away and took a handful of unnecessary breaths. That would be a hard habit to break. “Why do you always have to ruin it?”

He tightened his grip on her ass and pulled her against his very firm body. “Are you attracted to me?” he asked.

“Let go of me.” She struggled, but it was futile.

“Answer my question.”

“You can’t make me!” she shouted.

“Maybe I can’t, but I’m stronger than you and I’ve got all night.” A smile tugged up the corners of his mouth. “Plus, I like the way you’re rubbing against me.”

“I’m not rubbing against you.” She went stock-still.

“Maybe you prefer Claire?”

“I told you, I’m not attracted to women.”

“Are you attracted to me?” he asked again.

“Of course I am!” she shouted. “Have you seen you?”

He laughed. “So why won’t you give in to me?”

“What’s wrong with you? You’re so used to women throwing themselves at you that you can’t possibly imagine someone saying no?”

“Well, yes,” he answered with a shrug. “I want you, you want me. End of discussion.”

“No it’s not. You want me to yield to you. That’s not how consent works. We’ve had this conversation before. Remember?”

“Vaguely,” he replied sounding bored.

“When I’m ready to be intimate with someone, it’s going to be what we both want. Not because I’ve been worn down and I’m finally giving in. That’s not what I want.” Her anger overshadowed her lust, mostly because he was being so damn stubborn.

“You did very well.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

He laughed again, which only pissed her off more. “I’m telling the truth. You’re very gentle and that puts people at ease. It’s better that way, I promise.”

“Don’t compliment me,” she growled. “Let go.” When he finally did, she tore away from him and stormed back inside.

She needed to learn how to separate hunger and lust during feeding, or she might not be able to resist him in the future.

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Petulance: Chapter 7

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


Chapter 7

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.”


“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?”


“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.


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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