My apologies for the super duper long delay… But don't worry; I added a little something extra at the end of the chapter. Mwuahaha. Just in case you forgot, here's what happened last chapter:

Eric seemed to be enjoying himself immensely, moaning into my neck as he drew my blood. He was taking an awful lot, but maybe it was necessary for our bonding? He didn't specify how much he needed to take. I had drank a few mouthfuls of his blood but perhaps the vampire needed more? I was beginning to worry.

"Eric." I moaned quietly as a dizzying sensation seemed to overtake me. I had felt this many times before, having been practically drained dry during my stay with Felipe. "Eric, please stop."

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"I wonder," He mused. "Why you would ask me to lie with you, when I almost killed you tonight."

"It's the bond isn't it?" I mumble sleepily before darkness consumed me.

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I woke up the next day feeling strangely refreshed, which was strange considering the entire ordeal the night before. The first thing I felt was a tiny hum in my mind. Reaching out toward it, I realized that it was my bond with Eric. I could tell he was dead to the world. Weird. But my attentions quickly averted to the rumble in my stomach. I was also hungry as hell, a feeling I rarely experienced anymore. Remembering what Doctor Ludwig had said about needing to fix my eating habits, I got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen without even bothering to change out of my pajamas. It was funny; I didn't remember changing into one of Eric's v neck shirts and boxers. I brushed the thought aside; the Doctor probably changed my clothes when I was asleep or something.

I opened the fridge and grabbed the carton of eggs. I greased the pan with butter and turned on the stove. My stomach rumbled and I cracked three eggs into a bowl, adding milk, salt, and pepper in the process. Scrambled eggs were always my favorite.

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting at the table digging into my eggs and toast. It was heavenly. I couldn't remember the last time I had devoured a meal like this. I couldn't really remember the last time I had a proper meal anyway.

I practically licked the plate clean and downed two glasses of orange juice. I washed my dishes and utensils. I also scrubbed the countertops while I was at it. Dirty kitchens were my biggest pet peeve.

I glanced at my cell to check the time. It was 2:30. A little late to be having breakfast, so I guess it was more of a brunch. I remembered Lafayette, the flamboyantly gay cook at Merlotte's always used to say that brunch was for "rich, white crackers." When I asked him what he meant by "crackers" he just shook his head and laughed at me. So I asked Jason when he came in later for a beer.

I smiled fondly at the memory. I was starting to feel a bit nostalgic. Merlotte's was my first job and Sam was the first man to really take a genuine interest in me. I sighed. I wished I could go back there to see Sam and my other coworkers. Not Jason though. He was definitely not in my good graces.

Then a thought hit me, I could just drive right on over to Bon Temps myself. Eric told me I was free to leave anytime. I even had access to Eric's second car… However, just as the thought came through one ear, it went out the other. I wasn't ready to go back to Bon Temps after shit hit the fan with Jason. There would be too many rumors and I'm sure Bud and Andy would demand to see me for some sort of interrogation.

I did want to talk to Sam, though. Hmm… I wondered if Eric had a phone book lying around somewhere, but the thought of a vampire having Yellow Pages didn't seem very realistic. I looked anyway but like I suspected, didn't find anything.

What I did find though, was a book full of phone numbers and addresses…Interesting. I knew I shouldn't be snooping through Eric's private things, but how private could a book full of random numbers be?

I skimmed through a bunch of names I had never heard of before. John Quinn, Niall Brigant…

Wait, that last name sounded familiar…Brigant….where had I heard that before? I definitely knew who that was, I just couldn't remember. The name just sounded so damn familiar. Brigant, Brigant, Brigant….I squeezed my eyes shut and sifted through my memories. Hm, still nothing. I sighed and let it go. I would ask Eric. Hopefully he wouldn't be mad at me looking through his phone book.

I was about to put it down when I saw Sam Merlotte scribbled at the bottom of a page. My heart skipped a beat and I read the number that said Merlotte's next to it. I grinned. How did Eric know Sam? I guess I would ask Sam.

I grabbed my cell and quickly punched in the number before saving it to my contact list. My heart pounded in anticipation and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Merlotte's, this is Sam Merlotte speaking."

For a moment I forgot that I could form words. He sounded the same.

"This is Sam Merlotte…"

I was about to respond when he cut me off.

"Listen, if this is a prank caller I would appreciate it if-"

"Sam!" I finally found my voice and practically screamed into the phone.

The other end went silent for a moment. I could practically see his eyebrows creasing in confusion as he tried to match the voice with a face.

"Sookie? Is that you?" I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah," My grin was about to split my face in half.

"Holy shit, Sook! Where the hell have you been? Are you okay?"

His questions tumbled out of his mouth, concern laced his words.

"I'm fine now, Sam. I'm safe also."

"After everything that happened with your Gran…I feared the worst. There was no trace of you except some of your blood. You had just disappeared."

"I'm alive now, that's all that matters."

"God, Sookie. Everyone was so worried about you, especially Jason," I sucked in a breath and held my tongue. "He practically tore apart anything he could get his hands on; even beat the shit out of a couple people who mentioned your name. Have you tried contacting him at all? He's a miserable drunk now, but I'm sure seeing you alive and well would help sober him up."

"Actually…" I trailed off and sat down at the kitchen table. "I did see him."

"Really? When? Why didn't you come see me? Why didn't you stay?"

"Well I was so happy to be back home that the first person I went to see was Jason and… things did not go well." I ended lamely.

"What happened, Sook?"

"He sort of…freaked out on me."

"Was he wasted?"

"Blitzed," I confirmed. "Anyway, when I told him I couldn't stay he…"

"He what?"

"He hit me."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Sam?" I asked shakily.

"I'll kill that son of a bitch!" He shouted, making me jump in my seat.

"Calm down, Sam! He was just pissed off and confused."

"How can you defend him? After what he did?"

I thought about that for a moment. Why was I defending Jason when the whole ordeal was his fault? I sighed. I guess no matter what I would always protect my big brother. It was only natural.

"He's my brother and…oh I don't know, Sam. I really hate him for what he did, but I can't change the past. I just have to move on."

"I'll be having a few words with him." Sam growled.

"No! Sam, no one can know that I ever came back, even if it was for a brief period of time. I don't want any rumors or police investigations."

"Why don't you want people knowing? Sookie, where the hell are you? Shit, I'll come pick you up right now."

I was touched by the sincerity in his words, I felt myself tearing up.

"Sam, I'm safe. Don't worry about me."

"Dammit, Sookie! Who has you? A fanger? I smelled vampire all over your house the night you were taken."

"I…just drop it, okay? I know this is hard for you to take in but you have to trust me. If I need you I'll give you a call, I promise."

"I will send an entire search party out looking for you unless you tell me who you are with."

The idea of going back to Bon Temps and returning to a normal life enticed me-it really did. But I was brought back to reality when the voice of reason in my head reminded me that Victor still wanted me, and honestly, I could never live normally again.

"Alright, but you cannot tell anyone, and you can't come looking for me."

"Just tell me."

"You might actually know him; I got your number from his phonebook."

"For fuck's sake, Sook, tell me!"

"Eric Northman."

Again, there was a dramatic pause on the other end of the line. I held my breath and closed my eyes. After a few moments of silence I thought he had hung up on me.

"Yeah, I know him."

"And…?"

"He's dangerous, Sook. He's manipulative and will do anything to achieve his own personal goals. He is not afraid to shed blood either."

"That sounds like all vampires to me."

"How would you know about vamps, Sookie?"

This time it was my turn to be silent. I was not about to go into my time in Nevada, especially over the phone.

"Let's just say that I just ended up with Eric a few months ago."

"What the hell happened to you?"

"I… I don't want to talk about it," My voice cracked. "Please, Sam. I don't want to think about it."

"Oh cher." He said sadly.

The teenage girl in me did a somersault. I had always loved it when he called me that. It never failed to make me feel special and cared for.

"What else do you know about Eric? How do you know him?" I tactfully changed the subject, thankfully, Sam caught on.

"He may be a manipulative bastard, but he's not too bad for a vamp I guess. He's fair. I'll tell you that. He's good to his underlings, and in return, his underlings are good to him. One word to describe him is pragmatic. He knows his standing in the supernatural world and has very powerful contacts. You must have a death wish if you cross Eric Northman."

"And how do you know him?" I probed.

Sam sighed. "We've done business together. I cannot be very detailed but we have met a few times."

He was very vague but I could always ask Eric. And Sam did not press me to tell me about what happened to me before I was with Eric, so I decided to not press him either.

"Look, Sam. I should probably let you go and get back to work. Merlotte's must be very busy. It is Saturday."

"Yeah, Sook, it's busy, but I always have time for you. And you remember that-always."

"Thanks, Sam."

"No problem, cher," Another pause. "Is there anyway I can see you? I know Northman owns Fangtasia, I can always come down for drinks…?" He trailed off.

"I'll have to talk to Eric… but I'm sure that could be arranged."

I could tell he wasn't happy that I was going to ask Eric's permission, and quite frankly, neither was I, but I didn't want to impede on Eric's hospitality or anything by inviting a shifter to the bar. Or get him angry. Angry Eric was not something I wanted to see.

"Okay, I'll talk to you soon, Sook."

"Yeah, Sam. It was great talking to you. I miss you."

"I miss you too."

I was about to end the call when I remembered something.

"Oh! And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever heard of Niall Brigant?"

"God, Sook. Where did you hear that name?" He didn't sound too thrilled.

"Eric's phonebook…"

"Look, you should ask Eric. He knows more than I do about anything supernatural, alright?"

"Alright. Thanks, Sam. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, cher."

I ended the call and leaned back in my chair. I felt bad for kind of blowing Sam off, but hopefully I would see him at Fangtasia. I hadn't even told him, but I'm sure Eric was not going to be pleased one bit. Shifters and vampires were naturally enemies. Every time a were would walk into the bar (which did not happen often) Pam would turn up her nose and ask who let the dog in.

The conversation had mentally exhausted me, and I was ready for a nap. Sleeping seemed to take up the majority of my time. I yawned. I wanted to go back to sleep, but not alone. Eric was resting and I didn't know the pass code to his secret vampire chamber. I had never asked, I figured it would be rude. If he wanted me to know he would tell me. But I was curious as to what his lair looked like, how he slept, if he slept naked…

I pushed the thought away, shaking my head. This bond made me want to crawl into his arms and never leave.

But I couldn't be sure if it was the bond… I mean, didn't I have these feelings for Eric even before the bonding? I wasn't sure and I didn't want to think about it. But all I wanted was to curl up beside the big Viking and let him hold me.

Instead of sleeping, I lay on the couch and began to read. Eric had recommended Catcher in the Rye from his vast collection of books. The Great Gatsby was excellent, and I was eager to read my newest one. Eric had great taste in literature, something I greatly appreciated.

I was already halfway through the book when I felt through the bond that Eric had risen. He was hungry, yet content… and also a little horny. Feeling his emotions was strange, I wasn't sure if I would ever get used to feeling two sets of emotions all the time.

Eric entered the living room shirtless. I licked my lips and he grinned wolfishly at me. I felt my heartbeat increase and a wave of desire passed through me. He looked yummy. The bed hair look made my libido jump up and down.

Without thinking and acting on pure instinct, I flung my book aside and practically threw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Miss me?" He teased, burying his nose in my hair.

"Yes." I said bluntly. There really was no denying it.

"I am glad."

I stepped away from our embrace and smiled up at him. His eyes raked over my body and I could feel his desire through our bond.

"I love it when you wear my clothes." He practically growled.

"I don't remember putting these on…did Doctor Ludwig?"

"No, I did."

"Oh."

I stared up at him for a moment before standing up on my toes and kissing him fiercely. He wove his hands through my hair and I moaned into his mouth. His lips were soft yet demanding. He nipped his way down my neck, leaving a trail of fire along my skin and I arched my back. I could feel my arousal build, his as well, effectively increasing my libido tenfold.

When his tongue probed my mouth I almost collapsed on the spot from desire. He held me so tightly against him I had nowhere to fall.

"Hm, lover. You are delectable."

"You too." I groaned through frenzied kisses.

I could feel the bulge in his jeans grow and I gasped. He pulled away, looking at me with hunger filled eyes.

"We have to stop or I might not be able to control myself." He groaned.

I just smirked and sauntered into the kitchen. "Can't handle it?"

He muttered something in a different language under his breath. I pouted, watching him walk into the kitchen and take a seat at the table. He gazed up at me.

"Have you eaten today?"

"Yes. I had a big breakfast."

"Good." He nodded his approval.

I noticed he was still blatantly checking me out. Instead of making me uncomfortable, his stare made me feel beautiful and wanted. It also made me even hornier. I just couldn't help myself, the feeling of our mutual arousal made me crazy.

I slowly walked toward him, making sure I swayed my hips.

"It's so hot in here, Eric." I took off my shirt, tossing it to the ground carelessly, revealing my bra-clad breasts. "Don't you think?"

Before he could reply-only growl- I straddled his lap. His hands instantly went to my bottom, travelling under my shorts and squeezing hard.

I groaned and grinded myself into his lap. His fangs were down completely and his erection pressed hard against me. His hands caressed my bottom, making me hiss in pleasure.

I couldn't believe I was being this bold. The other night in his office when I touched myself was definitely bold, but I never expected myself to make such a daring move, like I was doing now. I instigated the kiss again, pressing my warm lips against his cool ones. He tasted so good, a mixture of flavors I couldn't quite put my finger on.

Before I knew it, he unclasped my bra and threw it to the ground, immediately sucking my nipple, making sure it was completely pebbled before moving on to the other one. I barely registered how fast he was moving us along, but I didn't care. I was so blinded by desire that I didn't have time to be worried or feel uncomfortable.

He reached between us and literally ripped my shorts off of me. I gasped at his roughness but that only made him more excited. Kissing me frantically, he palmed one breast, massaging and squeezing until I was ready to explode.

Soon my panties disappeared and I was completely naked, straddling the half dressed vampire. I rubbed myself even harder on his lap and grabbed his hand, leading it down between my legs.

"Sookie," He growled hoarsely, his fingers teasing my folds. "So wet."

I cried out wantonly, trying to force his fingers to enter me completely.

"Please." I begged.

"Tell me what you want." He commanded, circling my nub with his finger much too lightly. "Be still." I could only groan, bucking my hips into his hand. His other hand quickly wrapped around my waist, holding me in place. He brought his lips up to my ear, lightly sucking the bottom of it. His cool breath tickled my ear. "Do you want this?" He asked, slipping his smallest finger inside of me.

"More." I moaned. It wasn't enough. I needed something bigger, not his damn pinky.

Thankfully, he removed his pinky and replaced it with one of his long index fingers. I hissed in pleasure, but it still wasn't enough. "More." I demanded again. He was still attacking my earlobe, and I heard him chuckle.

"What is the magic word, Sookie?"

"Please." I gasped, burying my head into his neck.

"As you wish."

I cried out into his neck when he added a second finger. His strong arm still holding me still, I was completely at his mercy. He gracefully slipped his fingers in and out of me, his pace quickening with every thrust.

I thought my heart was going to stop when his cold thumb came into contact with my clit. Never stopping his movement with his other two fingers, he started by gently tapping my nub, each tap making me jolt with pleasure. I sucked on his neck to stop myself from screaming. He groaned at the feel of my lips on his skin and rewarded me by quickly and swiftly rubbing my nub.

I was about to topple over the edge when he ceased the movement of his hand, stood up with me still locked around him, and set me on the table. I jerked at the sensation of the cool surface against my backside. My center felt so empty and was throbbing from the lack of friction.

In a motion faster than my human eyes could process, Eric was kneeling in front of me. He roughly wrapped my legs around his neck and he buried himself between my legs.

This was something I had never done with anyone but I didn't have time to worry because when Eric's tongue licked my center from bottom to top, I could only scream in pleasure. His tongue rubbed my clit mercilessly and I writhed above him. He pushed me back so I was sprawled out on the table. I arched my back and he held my hips still, putting me again at his mercy.

It didn't take long. When he sucked my nub into his mouth I came completely undone, moaning and praising his name.

"Eric Eric Eric Eric" His name fell from my lips; it was the only coherent word I could manage to verbalize.

He brought me down from my high by once again, tapping my clit with his finger and lapping up the wetness in my inner thighs. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." I choked out. I heard him chuckle from between my legs. When I finally came back to Earth he stood and helped me off the table. I wobbled and he laughed.

"I hope that was enjoyable." He smirked.

I could only manage an "Uh huh." He laughed again and kissed me softly. I could taste myself on his lips. I could also feel his straining erection against my lower belly. I felt guilty that he couldn't have his release.

I trailed my hand down his chest to the bulge in his pants. If he was breathing I'm sure his breath would have caught in his throat. "Sookie." He whispered through our kisses. I gently began to rub my hand back and forth and he hissed.

I gently let myself fall to my knees and I heard him groan.

"You do not have to, Lover." He said quietly through gritted teeth.

"I want to thank you properly." I explained.

Within minutes the house was filled with his moans and the sound of my name falling from his lips. But this time, he was at my mercy.

And I loved it.

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So Sookie and Eric take another step in their relationship! You guys are lucky, now that they're bonded Sookie's libido has definitely increased, which means more delicious sexy time with the Viking! I hope you enjoyed the lemon, I'm a little nervous to hear your feedback but I always love reading it! Thanks again for waiting so patiently for this chapter. I really appreciate it!