Yielding

A/N: **Disclaimer** These characters belong to Charlaine Harris. I am merely pulling them out of her toy chest to play while we await our next 'fix'. May 2010 cannot come soon enough! So without further ado...here is my contribution to the 'lost' chapters of the Eric & Sookie Saga. I do thoroughly hope you enjoy it as much as I am enjoying 'penning' it. This will be a continuing story so stay tuned! I better dash now...when the Viking demands another chapter, he gets another chapter!

"Ouch! Please Master! If you make my fingers bleed again we will have to buy yet another laptop!"

Chapter 1

Threads That Bind Us

Her mouth was being devoured. Lips and blood and fangs and saliva tangled in an exquisite dance. She melted a bit more with each thrust of his tongue. He could feel her slipping away and countered by removing his hands from her face to brace her hip and upper back. The autopilot took over then. Her arms bent and folded in front of her, engulfed by his embrace. As her lips disengaged from his, her hands went to his chest and she placed her forehead on them. She tried to catch her breath but each gasp felt more like a choke hold than free flowing oxygen. He groaned into her hair and inhaled at the nape of her neck. The resulting shiver that ran down her spine brought her back to her senses…or at least enough to pry her eyes open. They were instantly drawn down to his waist and then southwards where his growing bulge filled the tight black jeans. She had every intention of releasing his strain but first she wanted to tease him. She so rarely had the upper hand when it came to her vampires and this moment seemed as good a time as any.

Without taking her eyes off the prize she brought one hand off his chest and laid it, palm-down, on his rock hard thigh. Her plan was becoming clear to him and in response he pulled her closer to him closing a few more inches of distance. She began rubbing and squeezing his thigh muscle. Each time pressing down and to the side getting closer and closer to her destination. It seemed to him an agonizing eternity she was taking to reach his hardness but the sweetness of the torture was too divine and he would not, for the world, chastise her.

She paused just before her fingers crossed the denim fold between his leg and his crotch. He started growling and panting above her head…her mouth started to water. She slid four fingers up the outline of his shaft and grasped down when she thought she had reached his head. His growls became deeper as he throbbed in her hand. He reached down to her backside and began pressing her up towards his crotch. Her head was still resting on his chest and his lifting motion made her breasts heave upward towards her chin. She could no longer see her hand worshiping his nether-regions but could still feel him pulsating between her fingers. He plunged one hand down between them and yanked her wrist away from his groin. The same hand went back to grabbing her cheek and he started pushing her mound harder against his cock. Her feet lifted off the ground and they were moving until her back found a wall. If it hurt her spine she couldn't tell…didn't care. All she knew was his hand now roughly kneading her breast, his wet lips on her neck, his stiffness rubbing against her crotch, his moans of pain and pleasure, her racing pulse and the sudden realization that they both had far too many clothes on. She forced her hands down between them to work on his fly. She started to huff and puff with frustration as she struggled with prying it open. She longed for his longness and this damn fly was going to be the death of her. If she didn't have him inside her within the next sixty seconds then her head was surely going to burst.

Why isn't he helping me? Doesn't he want this as much as I do?

She looked up to plead into his icy blue eyes.

Her body jolted and lurched back as the scream came gurgling up her throat.

His eyebrows creased down together and he tilted his head to the side. His eyes would have had questioning worry coursing through them if his eyelids had not been sown shut. But it was not his eyes alone as his lips were in the same state.

Oh God! Eric!

But all she could verbally manage was more screaming.

A thin rope of silver had somehow been woven through the flesh of his eyelids and lips. Panic filled her and she couldn't even begin to process the horrors in front of her.

He reached his hand up to her face obviously oblivious to why she was distressed. She shrieked and pushed against his chest as hard as she could. Of course he could have kept her pinned there but he released her and stepped back. Her feet hit the ground and as she stumbled side ways she caught a glimpse of his ear through the long blonde locks. His earlobe was folded over and sewn to the skin above his jaw. Bile was making it's way up her esophagus and she began to gag. She swallowed hard to keep from throwing up. Her tears were stinging the corners of her eyes before they began streaming down her face.

"Eric!" she clenched her moist eyes shut trying desperately to erase the image of her mutilated vampire and redraw him the way she knew him to be. When she opened them again, there he was, still gory and horrible. In reply to her cries and whimpering he took a step in her direction and reached his hand towards her. He wasn't flailing with pain from the silver, he wasn't trying to tear at the threading…he was reaching for her…to comfort her. Comfort…it was in his gestures but why was it not coming through the bond. It was just not there. Nothing. A big black hole where her bonded's thoughts and emotions should have been.

"Eric?" she took a small step towards him but froze when she heard an awful noise coming from his chest. Each snapping sound was another rib being broken below his skin. As he took another tentative step towards her she felt the spurting blood before she saw it. His chest cavity exploded, ripping sinew and skin.

"Eric! No! Oh God! Oh God!" before she closed her eyes again she could see his heart exposed…it was covered in flames.

"ERIC!"