Dead on New Years Chapter 16

I awoke to the feel of Eric’s arms sliding around me. “Mmmmm,” I murmured. “You’re home.” He loved it that I was already calling his place home. I turned in his arms and met his mouth for a kiss. He was naked and ready, but enjoyed feeling my body against his and kissing me to wake me up. This mind reading stuff was seriously hot.

I was wearing a little black silk nightie that was suddenly ripped down the middle between my breasts so that Eric could put his mouth on my nipples. He licked and suckled them, bringing them to tight peaks that strained towards his mouth. I had my hands in his soft blond hair and was holding his mouth to my chest. We were lying so that I was able to grind myself against his side. I could feel how wet I was and knew he could feel it too. He shifted slightly and brought his hand to my moist center. He ran a finger along my folds and sighed out loud. He matched the rhythm of his finger to that of his tongue on my breast and pushed me towards release. “Eric!” I cried out as he slid two fingers into me and reached for my most sensitive spot. He worked me endlessly, stroking my center and using his mouth on my nipples. He was licking and biting and teasing and I thought I might come just from the way my breasts felt. When I felt his fangs sink in on either side of my nipple I screamed and my body began clutching his fingers.

I felt like I was out of my body, floating above us when he licked my two little wounds. He looked into my eyes and moved slightly to enter me while our eyes were locked. He had pulled me up and put the back of my legs against his chest and held on to my ass for leverage. “Yessss,” he whispered as he slid himself to my womb and I saw his eyes almost roll back in his head. Feeling Eric inside of me brought me back to my body and made me start to burn all over again. He began to push into me and pull me against him to meet his thrusts. I was leaning on my elbows and trying to push myself towards him to take him as far in as I could. And then I was just trying to keep my balance as he was pounding into me with driving force. His lips were pulled back to reveal his fangs and if he had to breathe he would have been panting. “You…are…mine,” he growled, and then he reached one hand around to my clit and I threw my head back and came. He just kept pumping and flicking my clit and drawing out my orgasm until tears were running down my face. Then I felt his hand clench on my ass and could see in his face that he was ready. With one more forceful thrust he buried himself in me and ground the base of his cock against my flesh, spilling himself in me and howling at his release.

We rested briefly and he grinned mischievously, letting me know he wasn’t finished with me. He pulled me across the bed so my chest was on the mattress and my feet were on the floor. He gave me a long lick down my back and grabbed my hips. He used one hand to open my folds and pushed in as slowly as possible. I felt myself stretching around him like it was in slow-motion. I started to push back against him and he held me still, taking control and making me whimper. I don’t know how he kept himself calm enough to continue the slow pace. I wanted him to move faster and pound into me striking my womb and vibrating my whole body. But he didn’t. He moved in and out of me at a snails pace, pulling fully out of me each time and rubbing himself lightly over me to tease. I had started to beg him to move faster when he grabbed my hair and whispered in my ear, “Do not speak. You will get what you want but you will wait patiently for it.”
I don’t know how long it went on. Minutes? Hours? I was in agony, twisting my own nipples as hard as I could, whimpering and moaning but not daring speak a word in case it made him stop. When I thought I couldn’t bear it anymore and was almost ready to cry “uncle” he pulled out one last time and leaned forward so his length was hot and wet against my sweaty back. He whispered in my ear again, “You have been patient lover.”

I was shivering when he stood up and abruptly flipped me over to face him. In a breath he slammed into me and that was all it took. My body was so ready that I lost control, grabbing his hips to slam him into me, wrapping my legs around his waist and crying out, arching my back and gasping for breath. It only took a few more thrusts and Eric was holding on tight to my hips and coming himself and collapsing almost on top of me. After a moment he pulled us onto the bed the rest of the way and rolled us over so he was spooning behind me and holding me.

“How was your trip?” I asked when I caught my breath.

“Mmmm. Chan wants to buy out Cardona to own his own cleaners again. Bill is annoying. I appointed a new Sheriff and imprisoned a few zealots.”

“Um, Okay. That was the short version, wasn’t it?”

He laughed into my ear, “Yes. It all went well and we were able to confine the leader of the group that followed Victor, along with several of his supporters.”

“Why did he get behind Victor? What was wrong with having Felipe as King?”

“Well,” he sighed, “They didn’t believe that they should be ruled from across the country. I’m sure Victor convinced him that if Louisiana was ruled by Florida there would be a place for them in local leadership.”

“Where are they now?”

“Confined in chambers inside Victor’s compound.” He did not elaborate on the fact that they were chained by silver and allowed only a few feet of movement within the cells. He also didn’t mention that they would not be allowed to feed until the trial. “Lover, let us speak of more pleasant things. What did you do while I was gone?”

I smiled a little as he kissed the back of my neck, “Hmm…I beat Barry at Cooking Mama on Wii a lot. I think it’s all of the years I spent prepping food at the bar. Barry just couldn’t get the hang of it. Let’s see… I called Ellsey just to talk, but I just got her voicemail, so I drove down to see Amelia and get a few more things from the house. I grabbed a couple of my favorite things from the kitchen, you know, stuff that was Gran’s that I would use here.” He rubbed my arm, knowing it was still hard to think about my Gran being gone. “I didn’t go to Merlotte’s or anything. I knew you would be worried. I made sure to check in with Barry, when I left, when got there, all of that.”

He gave me a squeeze, “Lover, you should still visit your friends. All of the things Niall said, I think we have time before it becomes a problem. But I am glad that you are being safe.”

I rolled over and faced him, “I know Eric, I have lifetimes to spend with you – I just don’t want anything to cut it short.” I took his face in my hands and kissed him sweetly. His eyes were getting heavy and I realized it must be close to dawn. It was easy to lose track of time in his dark safe room. I closed my eyes and gave in to sleep as well, knowing I would be awake in a few hours to face another day while he slept.
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After a day of pampering myself in the tub, super conditioning my hair and giving myself a mani/pedi. I climbed in bed to wait for Eric to wake-up. His cheek was twitching and he began to blink a little as I snuggled into his chest. “You smell beautiful lover. Did you have a good day?”

“Yeah, I just pampered myself,” I said, wiggling my toes and fingers at him. He grinned and took two of my fingers into his mouth. I just laughed and pulled them out. “What’s the plan tonight Viking?”

He rolled to his back, “Tonight I must go to Fangtasia lover. I am to sit in the bar for the followers to worship.” He was looking at the ceiling and then he turned to me, “Will you join me?”

I rolled over and sat up on my elbows, “I will go anywhere with you Eric.” He smiled and tucked some hair behind my ears. I knew if I didn’t go in another room I’d be in the shower with him. So I sighed, “You get ready and I’ll grab some dinner.”

As I stood and went to the kitchen he was thinking I was a coward and laughing at me. I thought back, “Yeah, I live with a 1,000 year old vampire, I’m such a coward.”
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We walked into Fangtasia around 9 pm and, after checking his messages, Eric went out to sit on his throne in the bar. I went to talk to Pam and Felicia and had a gin and tonic. The girls were telling me about a new hunky bartender that started while Eric was in New Orleans. Felicia seemed to think that Eric would be jealous of David, (yes, David like the statue, I’m still not sure if that’s his real name, I doubt it) but Pam said Eric would realize he was good for business. He was a vamp and no one really knew much about his past. He had tended bar in several major cities and always left with great recommendations. I was intrigued, but when he walked in I did a double take. Even by my standards, which compare everyone to a Viking, this guy was hot. He wouldn’t even have to glamour people, I bet they’d just let him feed. Eric chose that moment to listen to my brain and started to growl.

I walked over and sat on his lap to reassure him and whispered in his ear, “Viking, there would be something wrong with me if I didn’t appreciate the looks of that vamp.” I gave his earlobe a little suck, “But all I did was look, no other man will ever touch me.” I grabbed his face and looked into his eyes, “I am yours.”

He growled again and began kissing me hard. I could feel his erection against my leg and had to chuckle, nothing was going to happen here on the dance floor and the bar had begun to get full. As he devoured my mouth I heard the fangbangers thoughts whining and cursing me in my head. He eventually pulled back and grinned at me, “Well played lover.”

I smiled. “Do I have your permission to help behind the bar? This is only his second shift and you’re about to get slammed.” He looked at David and then leaned forward to rub his face along both sides of my neck, clearly marking me with his scent. He gave me a nod and asked me to take the section near the waitress station to be safe.

The night was really uneventful, not counting the bras and underwear that were collecting around the bar as women, vamps and humans, tossed them at David. We were selling out of thongs in the gift shop area nothing Felicia or I could do would keep David kept up on the line for drinks at his station. Some women simply didn’t want us to get them a drink. As things began to slow down Ellsey came in and waved hello. I knew the vamps could handle the bar without me, so I grabbed a gin and tonic and slid out to get a table with her.

She commented on David’s beauty and actually turned her chair so he wouldn’t distract her. We made small talk for a bit and she asked about Eric’s trip to New Orleans. I was kind of glad she asked, because I had questions that I wasn’t sure Eric would answer. I explained about Booker’s imprisonment and the new Sheriff. I told her Eric didn’t think we needed to go back until the trial. She nodded and said she was glad they would be cleaning up the city. I leaned forward a little bit, I don’t know why, she had vamp hearing, but anyway, I asked her about the trial – what did it really mean? Where would it be and would we be safe?

She smiled, “Safe is relative Sookie. You have been around vamps long enough to know that no place is completely safe.” She drank some AB TrueBlood and looked around like she was about to tell me a secret. “I have not been a part of a trial like this before, but I have heard about them. It will be very serious. Most likely it will be held in a warehouse or parking structure, somewhere that many people will fit into. It will have a huge audience. You’ve heard about public hangings in American history? It will rival that.” I shivered a little at the thought and raised my lip in disgust. She continued, “Even with the strange location it will be very formal. There will be witnesses called and evidence presented. What you may not understand is that the accused will really have no chance to defend themselves. They will not have a lawyer or any representation. No one will be called in their defense.”

“I don’t understand; why not just execute them if they can’t even defend themselves?”

“It is a demonstration of power. They can’t just execute anyone without a reason, so they use the trial to prove they should and then the King exacts his punishment, which is not always death, but in this case, I’m sure it will be.”

“And will it be dangerous for us?”

“As I said before, every place is dangerous, even here. But the trial will be a spectacle. There will be plenty of vamps from here and Florida and I’ll bet some Texans come over. You run the risk of someone starting a fight in the crowd that gets out of control, or some of Booker’s followers starting an uprising.” She shook her head, “If you’re going, I would stay as close to Eric as possible.”