Dead on New Years Chapter 24

AN: Before you get all carried away I cannot take credit for it – it’s from a Christine Feehan book (I have the page marked at home if you need to know). You’ll know what I mean when you read the chapter. (DROOL)
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The house cleared out and I was waiting for Eric in the bedroom. He was using the laptop in the living room and hadn’t seemed to notice I had left. I giggled a little as I stripped off my clothes and changed into some sexy negligee I’d bought at Ellsey’s shop. I knew that Eric was starting to realize that I was up to something, so I hurried and dabbed on a little of the sparkly body powder I had bought as well. It had small flecks of dried Royalty Trueblood in it, although you couldn’t tell from looking. We’d had a rough couple of weeks, and Eric and I both needed to stop thinking about everything for a while.

I was bent over putting on my stiletto heels when the bedroom door opened. Eric made a sound like he’d been struck in the chest and his eyes began to glaze. Before I could stand I was being pushed against the dresser and two cool, strong hands were all over me. I could feel his erection through is pants and was trying to reach back for him. He grabbed my hands and planted them firmly on the dresser. He ran a long lick down my spine and I felt him slide a finger under my thong and then felt it give as he tore it away. I tried to push back against him but he wouldn’t allow it. He nudged my legs apart and began licking the inside of my thighs. I could feel myself opening for him and just thinking about what he was going to do made me even more wet.

Eric put his thousand years of experience to practice and had me screaming his name and then whimpering and crying when he continued to push me. His tongue was stroking and lapping and probing and he had done things with his fangs that had me thanking the stars he was a vampire. As I leaned, wilted over the dresser, I heard him removing his clothes and saw him stand behind me in the mirror. He smirked and I heard, “Lover I am no where near finished with you.” Oh, I knew that. He hadn’t even found the body powder on my chest yet. He grabbed my hip with one hand and maneuvered himself with the other so he was just teasing my entrance. He knew that made me melt, so I returned the favor and locked my eyes with his in the mirror. He pushed into me with a groan and reached around to grab my breast. He pulled it out of the cup of my bra and began massaging, not gently, as he thrust into me. I was arching and trying to move with him and grabbing at the dresser to keep my balance. He moved his other hand to stroke my hard clit and I began coming and practically convulsing.

As he came and buried his face in my throat I felt him become aware of the scent of the body powder on my chest. Before I could catch my breath he moved us to the bed and flipped me over to sink his face in between my breasts. He was licking and sucking and finding every speck of powder I’d put on myself. Since I had intended on seducing him, I sat up and kissed him hungrily before he could move into me again. I made him wait for me to reposition myself. As I turned around Eric looked confused, but when I lay down with my head hanging over the edge of the bed, right at cock level, he made a growling sound I had never heard come from him before.

He needed no more invitation and moved forward to my mouth. I took my time, making long slow strokes up and down his length. Eric began to stroke my throat to help relax it and was shortly able to push is entire length in. He was thinking about how warm and tight it felt and that he was doing all he could not to thrust too hard or too fast and injure me. Slowly he was pushing in and out and muttering in old Norse. I was using my tongue and my teeth lightly on his shaft and holding his sac in my hand. I could feel him struggling for control and knew he was thinking of pulling out. I wrapped my arms around his body and grabbed his ass, holding him in place and setting a pace with my mouth. He reached forward ripped my bra off to begin fondling my breasts. He was not gentle and I was making groaning noises as I could around his cock in my mouth. When I brought my hand back to his balls I felt him tense, his hands tightened on my breasts and I felt him pumping down my throat. I kept my mouth on him and milked him until he was finished. When he withdrew he stared into my eyes for a moment and then pulled me up and around into his arms for a kiss. I could hear him wondering where the hell I had learned that and when the kiss was finished I licked him right below the ear, whispering, “You should let me go out with Amelia more often.”

“Jesus,” he muttered and he pulled me into his lap on the bed and brought me down on his latest erection. We took our time and if I had to guess I’d say I fell asleep in that position wrapped in his arms, but when I woke, we were lying face to face, legs entwined, his hand on my breast.

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Gordy made quite an entrance when he arrived at Fangtasia around 9 pm. Eric could hear the commotion from his office. He and Igor were quickly going to make sure Ivan and Pam had things under control and I was staying tucked behind the bar, considering finding somewhere to hide.

The tirade I heard from the entrance hall sounded something like this, “Listen you motherfuckin’ Rusky, I don’t care if you have a dress code, ‘eh? I’m here ta see Eric and you’ll let me in if you know what’s good for you’n. Don’t fucking tell me I can’t come inta dis bar with a ripped up t-shirt on, this Lou-fucking-isiana. You swampy rednecks ain’t no better than me.” Before Eric reached the front I heard Pam burst out laughing.

“Ivan,” she said dryly. “This is Mr. Gordy. Eric is expecting him. And for the record, there is nothing in the dress code for customers preventing him from entering the establishment. The rule against ripped clothing applies to staff.”

Ivan responded quickly in Russian and Pam cut him off, “Nyet….” Was all I understood, but I knew she was putting him in his place.

Eric met Gordy in the bar area with a grin. He would never admit it, but he had a thing for characters. Look at the motley crew in our lives, me, Sam, Amelia, Seamus, Bran…He didn’t like boring people, the more unpredictable the person, human or vamp, the better. The fact that Gordy had shown up in a plain t-shirt with a ripped sleeveless flannel shirt over the top was so over the top it was laughable. “Gordy, “he said, “Glad you could make it to, what did you say?” he cocked his head and smiled, “Lou-fucking-isiana.”

“Damn Viking, I don’t mean offense, it’s been a long trip down here,eh?”

“I understand. Come into my office for a blood and we will talk. David should be here shortly.”