Chapter 5

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SPOV

“Come here, Sookie.” He sounds so calm it is frightening. “Look at me. I am in control now, I will not hurt you. You can let me go.”

“NO! Are you barmy? You will kill me!” He has lost his mind if he thinks I am letting him go yet. “Just stay there and give both of us a minute to calm down. I am going to mask my scent again so you can relax, alright?” He nods his head and closes his eyes, taking in deep breaths all the while.

I draw my scent back in and take a few deep breaths of my own to try to calm my racing heart. For the hundredth time in the last hour I feel like I have lost my mind. Why am I risking my life, I have a purpose to fulfill and I can not die until it is done. I should just leave, pop away, and never look back. He will never get out of that rope without my help, I should leave this magnificent and terrifying creature to burn with the sun. Why can I not walk away!?!

“I am going to let you go, Northman, but I am leaving. This was a mistake. We are natural enemies, and have no business having friendly chitchats. I am glad to have met you, to know that not all vampires are monsters, but we are done. I am not going to give you a chance to talk me out of it, I am just going to release you and pop away.” That last part is more for my benefit than his.

Those blue eyes are boring into my soul again, they look about as sad and confused as I feel. But this is for the best, for both of us. I give him a small smile, release the rope and……UFH!

“You are not leaving until I say so, little one.” His deep velvet voice breathes into my ear. I am engulfed by a giant vampire, wrapped so tightly in his arms I can hardly breathe. His lips gliding from my ear down to my throat are not helping matters. Now my eyes are the ones rolling back in my head from pleasure.

“Du luktar så jävla gott, Sookie. Jag jar aldrig luktade eller set något vackrare än du. Du är solen, du är fri. Du kommer att bli min.” (You smell so fucking beautiful, Sookie. I have never smelled or seen anything more beautiful than you. You are the sun, you are freedom. You will be mine.)

I have no idea what he just said but it made me feel beautiful. Wanted.

His lips make their way to mine, and I feel like my heart will beat it’s way out of my chest. The only man I have ever kissed was Preston, and that was like kissing my brother. This is nothing like that. His lips are so hard and hungry, but soft and tender at the same time. When his tongue traces my bottom lip my gasp gives him easy access to explore my mouth. His cool tongue against my hot one makes me ache in places I did not know could.

I grab around his neck trying to give myself leverage and kiss him back with everything I have in me. Which probably is not much to speak of, but he is not complaining. When my tongue slides across the tip of one of his fangs, suddenly his hands are everywhere. Ripping my cloak off, running through my hair, skimming down my sides to grab my ass in both hands, lifting me up to his height.

“You are playing with fire, min lilla.”(little one) he growls against my swollen lips.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and finally get my fingers in his hair. My whole entire body is throbbing with what, I can not say, but I know only he can remedy this ache.

Somehow he manages to pick my cloak up and walk us over to the shore of the lake. He throws it down on the sand and lays me on top of it before standing back up. His every muscle seems taunt and ready to spring, his face so intense, eyes glowing like blue flames and those terrifying fangs are glistening ready to devour me. He looks every bit the savage vampire I have been raised to kill. Standing above me with the moonlight shining down on him, I have never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. Who knew I would see death and ache for it to take me.

Both of us just stare at each other for the longest time, just as if we were to move the spell would be broken.

Finally he kneels down over me and brushes my hair away from my eyes. The bloodthirsty beast as turned into a gentle giant. He runs his thumb over my swollen lips before cupping my face in his hand. I can not help but nuzzle into it.

“I need you, little one. I would never force you and I swear to the gods I will not hurt you, I will only bring you pleasure. Will you yield to me?”

I should say no, but I am going to let myself have what I want this time. And if I die in the process, well I will not be around for Grandfather to scold, will I? I can not believe I am giving myself to this vampire, but 127 years is long enough to hold on to one’s purity. Supes are all very sexual creatures and are not known to be prudish like humans are. Why I have kept myself unblemished for so long is even a mystery to me. It just never felt right before. Tonight, here with this beautiful vampire, it does. So I give him my answer.

“Yes, I will yield to you.”

His smile makes my heart skip. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me gently, before shifting to the side and pulling off his boots.

Yes, his feet are immense, just like the rest of him. He sees me looking and just laughs a little. He sits up on his knees in front of me and loosens the laces on his pants, but thankfully does not take them off yet, I am not quite that ready. How his slim hips are still holding them up is a mystery. Though his glorious ass is helping I am sure.

Yes, I peeked at it earlier, it is pure perfection, trust me.

That enormous bulge that is threatening to burst free from it’s bindings is probably helping too.

I am sure my face is as red as a beet, but he is polite and says nothing. He is just grinning like a cat that ate the canary. He lifts my right leg, sliding his hand along my calf and starts unlacing my boot. I move to work on my left one but he stops me.

“Please, let me. You are a gift to be unwrapped slowly and carefully.” he says, smiling sweetly.

I blush even more, but lay back onto my elbows and let him finish. He seems as calm as I am nervous. My heart is in my throat, I am likely to heave it up in his lap at any moment. I decide to talk so maybe my nerves will settle some or maybe I am talking because I am nervous, ugh, calm yourself Sookie!

“How old are you?” I blurt.

He does not hold back his sexy smirk, answering, “Four hundred and thirty give or take a few years, after awhile you do not keep track. And you?”

“A lady is never suppose to tell her age, but for you I suppose I will make an exception. I am one hundred and twenty seven years young.”

His hands are gliding up my legs now, inching toward the laces of my pants, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I knew you were my little one. I am going to make love to you now, Sookie, are you ready?”

I take a very large unladylike gulp and squeak out a “Yes.”

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