| THIRTY-FIVE |
A WANNABE LOVER

        Things were a bit tense when they got back home. Well, not with her and Eric but with the vampire king of Louisiana. Bill was angered that Eric had disappeared for two weeks so Bill was being an asshole.

           For a whole month, Bill would just show up and request her presence. Usually, only when Eric was around which was basically every night. Every night Bill would take her away for the evening knowing Eric couldn't disobey and he would keep her at his house for the entirety of the night.

           Usually, he would have dinner with her but then he'd escort her to her room which was basically a prison because she wasn't aloud to leave till morning. She supposed she could have fallen asleep but she didn't trust Bill not to steal her blood while she was sleeping.

          She barely got to see Eric because of it. It made her very frustrated and angry with Bill. But, most of all, she missed Eric. Of course, she saw Eric during the daylight but she was usually tired and slept for most of the day. She felt lonely because she was so isolated from Eric.

          Although, she did get a bit close to Jessica. The young vampire would usually just come into her room and ask about her relationship with Eric (specifically, how she made it work). She assumed Jessica was trying to compare the one Eira had to the one she had with Hoyt.

         Eira never really knew what to say besides that she was in love with Eric. There was nothing more to it in her mind; once Eric did assure her so long ago in Dallas that he did care about her, there wasn't really anything they had to work on.

          "But there must be something more to it," Jessica argued.

           "Jessica, I am literally stuck here by your ass of a maker," Eira gave her a look. "This isn't exactly the time to compare love lives."

            "Sorry, yeah. I think the whole king thing has gone to his head," Jessica apologized and even though she held her tongue it still looked like she wanted to interrogate Eira more.

             Eira sighed, "Go on."

           "So I know you have super special blood but does Eric ever get bored of it?"

           "No."

           "But..."

            "Jessica, I know you love Hoyt but Eric and I do not live like you two do," Eira interrupted. "And I completely accept him as a vampire."

           "Hoyt accepts me."

          "No," Eira disagreed. "If he did, you'd live like a vampire and not a housewife."

         That seemed to stun Jessica into silence before she muttered, "Fuck. Why are relationships so fucking hard?"

        Eira couldn't help but chuckle.

   But other than the few visits from Jessica, she was alone. It went on for a month and her only saving grace was her few moments with Eric just like tonight.

She was standing in front of her full-length mirror holding up two outfits that were basically the same except one was white and one was black. Eric was lying on her bed with his hands behind his head. She gave him a glance in the mirror, "Do I look better in white or black?"

"White," he said automatically as his eyes roamed her form, thinking of a long white dress and he quickly got rid of the thought.

Once he said it, she hung the white back up before dressing in the black outfit. She didn't care if she was nude in front of him; it wasn't anything he hadn't seen.

He smiled in amusement, "Is there a reason you even asked me then?"

"Eric," she threw him a look over her shoulder. "You look handsome in anything but honestly I don't think you care what you wear not unless Pam has something to say about it. I mean, you mostly just wear a tank top and jeans, Eric. It doesn't scream fashion."

"Are you saying I don't know how to dress?" Eric asked as he got up before moving to stand behind directly behind her. She looked at him through the mirror as she finished getting ready by zipping up the black leather corset. She had paired it with black skinny jeans.

"I'm saying you're too handsome to care," she corrected.

He hummed with a small smirk before he moved her hair to one side. He wrapped his arms around her as he pressed a kiss to her neck before he muttered, "And why do you care?"

"I want to look good for you," she smiled happily as his hands froze on her hips over the sliver of skin that was revealed by this outfit of hers.

"You're doing this for me?" he stared down at her eyes.

"Everything is for you," she promised.

"Don't say that," he smirked. "I might just have everything now."

She giggled before she leaned into kiss him with her head turned towards him still. Their lips met and Eric smoothed a hand over the bare skin of her chest that the corset revealed before his hand crawled to her neck, to her cheek, and then into her hair. Her heartbeat soared as she was wrapped in his embrace.

And then the doorbell rang.

Eric had broke away first with his jaw clenched. They both knew who it was. Eira didn't move at first, though. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be locked in such a passionate embrace with Eric.

She forgot the way his touch lit a fire under her skin like she was burning for him. She forgot the way that she forgot how to breathe. So she stayed still before she leaned towards him, brushing her lips against his, and then deciding that if she kissed him again, she'd be lost.

So she pulled away, breathing a bit heavily, as she made her way to go downstairs to the door. But Eric grabbed her wrist before pulling her towards him, flush against him. His hands then went to her cheeks as he kissed her shortly but fiercely.

When he pulled away, her eyes were still closed. Her lips trembled from the touch of his, from the mere imprint of the memory of his lips. Then she opened her eyes to find his gaze intense. She looked at him a bit dazed and wanting.

"Go," he commanded.

She stared at his haunting blue eyes for a moment longer before she turned and went down the stairs. She had stumbled a bit as his kiss made her legs feel like jello. When she got to the door, it was, in fact, Bill like they both knew it was; she never hated him more.

           _____

         Eira was a bit distracted with Bill that night. Actually, entirely distracted. She kept thinking of Eric and his blue eyes. She wanted to run away with him somewhere where Bill couldn't bother them nor the Authority. She just really wanted to kiss him again until she grew tired of kissing him; she wasn't even sure that was possible but she just wanted to kiss him for a really long time.

          She was so distracted she didn't notice what Bill was talking about. She didn't notice that dinner was outside on the porch instead of inside like usual. She barely even noticed that she had moved from her chair to stand at the railing of the porch. She kept biting her lip as she looked off in thought about Eric. She didn't notice anything until there was a sudden silence.

          Then she turned her head to find Bill quite close beside her before she asked to find out what exactly she had missed, "What?"

He smiled in amusement, "I was just commenting that I think Eric is quite lucky to have you."

"I...I suppose," she furrowed her eyebrows at his line of thought. She had looked away again as she thought about where he was going with this.

                 She didn't really care about where he was going with it as she looked at the yard. Everything was very lit up now. Bill had changed so much about the house and completely renovated it.

             "You did a good job at redecorating it," she commented.

            "Did I?" Bill said. "Is that the only thing you like about me?"

           "Probably."

          "Could you ever like more?"

          She furrowed her eyebrows again at his response. Then she turned her head to him and she was surprised when she felt his lips press against hers.

          She immediately reeled away from him as she stared at him in shock. Then she slapped him as she said angrily, "You had no right to do that. I am not yours."

          "No. I did not," he agreed so easily and she stared at him before she recognized his stare as calculated. "And you have every right to be upset...as does Eric."

           She blinked as she came to realization, "You want him to be angry. You want him to come after you so you can give the order to kill him. And you know that this will set him off."

           She shoved him, "I hate you! You are despicable!"

           "And I am done with all of this bullshit," she said. "You try to order me away from Eric again and I will make sure the world knows that you're a vampire who commits sexual assault. I wonder how the Authority will like one of their kings to be known as such."

         Bill felt his lips part in surprise before he smiled knowingly, "You're not that cruel."

            "Try me," she glared at him before she stormed off the porch.

            "You're going to walk all the way home."

          "Yes, and fuck you, Bill Compton!"

           _____

          On her walk home, she kept thinking of how she was going to tell Eric. Of course she had to tell him; she'd be nothing but honest. But Eric would go after Bill in a blind rage and get himself killed.

        Now she might be able to protect Eric with her powers but she didn't know if she still had them; it's not like she had a vampire lying around for her to practice on (not that she wanted to). She couldn't rely on a might. She'd have to tell him in a way that would prevent his blind rage; she couldn't let anything happen to Eric even from his own impulsivity.

He wasn't home when she got there. Usually, because Bill kept her all night, he didn't stay. So she texted him. he let me go early.

His response was immediate: Really?

She couldn't help but smile at his disbelief as she texted: Yes, really, Eric.

He replied back: I'll fly then.

She knew there wouldn't be much time if he was flying back from Shreveport. She felt like she couldn't breathe at the thought of telling him and these tight clothes just made it worse. So she quickly shimmied out of them and put on one of the t-shirts that Eric had left behind. She often wore them to sleep in now and his scent still lingered which made her breathe more easily; he was her calm even though his soul was chaos.

In her short wait, she also rinsed out her mouth. She felt unclean even though she hadn't done anything wrong and she needed to not feel like that.

And then he was here. He had a small smirk on his face before he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up off her feet as he held her, "I get you all to myself?"

She nodded slowly. She felt like she was going to vomit. And her heart thundered even as she whispered, "You always have me."

He smiled softly as he leaned his forehead against hers, "Eric, wait..."

But he kissed her. She couldn't help but savor it as she let his lips slowly mold with hers. Then she grabbed his hair in the back before kissing him hard. She wanted to remove the feel of Bill and his lips ever touching hers. As she kissed Eric, she did forget.

Eric kissed her with a softness that devoured her completely. She felt consumed each time he kissed her like a bit of her soul became his and his became hers. She felt alive with Eric and like a piece of forever was in every kiss.

When they stopped, she could barely breathe. Their foreheads were pressed together and their lips brushed while Eric smiled. It was like he felt the same and she felt giddy at making him smile just from kissing her.

But reality set in.

"Eric," she muttered. "I-I don't have to go with Bill any longer."

He furrowed his eyebrows as he set her down on her feet, "Did he say why?"

"I-I threatened him."

Eric looked proud as he smirked, "With what?"

Eira looked at him anxiously before she moved to sit on the edge of her bed and he followed to sit beside her. He looked at her carefully, not understanding.

"I said that the whole world would know he was a vampire that committed sexual assault. That I'd go to the media," she said quietly.

"Well, Bill does like the image that he's righteous. Where did you come up with that idea?"

Eira avoided his gaze as she swallowed, "Eric, he thought it would make you mad enough so...he kissed me."

Eira lifted her eyes to look at Eric. His jaw was clenched as he stared at her lips. There was a silent fury written across his face.

"He kissed you?"

"Yes."

Eira swore he could see murder in his eyes as he said, "Well, he was right."

Eric went to get up, no doubt to go after Bill, but Eira leapt forward. She moved to straddle his lap as she fisted her hands in his shirt, "Eric, please. Please, don't."

"Get up," he commanded.

She shook her head vehemently before she pressed her lips to his to try to kiss him. He didn't respond at first but then his lips slowly molded with hers in a short kiss before he muttered angrily, "Stop it."

Eric was mad. Mad that her kiss affected him at a time when he did not want it to. Mad that her lips that he loved so much even drew his ire. And mad that he still wanted to kiss her.

"Eric, I'm yours," she pleaded. "I'm yours. It doesn't even matter."

I'm yours. Those were the words that calmed him a bit. I'm yours. That's all he ever wanted her to be. I'm yours. And Bill had the audacity to think he could kiss his Eira.

Eric grabbed her face with his hands and kissed her intensely. Eira was surprised by the fervor of it and his mouth completely dominated hers. Every little bit of his anger was being pushed into this kiss.

           Then he commanded fiercely, "Let me have you."

           She knew what he really saying. Let me ravage you. She nodded quickly, out of breath.

As soon as she did so, Eric placed his lips back on hers. His hands traveled to her legs, crawling under her shirt, the shirt that belonged to him, before they reached her underwear and he ripped them off her. She gasped into his mouth but then he was lifting her before setting her down on the edge of the bed.

She laid back with her shirt pushed up as he spread her legs. He placed himself in between them as he continued to stand. He unbuttoned his fly before pushing his pants down slightly to reveal his erection. Eira realized that it had actually been a month since they had sex and seeing his cock made her incredibly wet for him, to feel him inside her again.

He quickly sheathed the tip of his cock into her wet pussy. But he did not go any further and she went to try to buck her hips forward but he held her hips down. He leaned over her, staring at her intensely, "Tell me you're mine."

She didn't understand why he needed to hear it. But then again she wasn't really thinking at all. Her mind was lost but she nevertheless promised, "I'm yours."

The reaction was instantaneous and he thrusted his hips forward. His cock hit her core so quickly and so roughly she opened her lips in a silent gasp. Once again, he didn't move and he commanded, "Say it again."

"I'm yours," she repeated.

And he thrusted again. She let out a quiet moan as his cock brushed her core again. He paused once more but she already knew what he was going to say so she gave him his answer in a plea, "I'm yours."

Eira kept muttering it. She didn't want him to stop again even when his pace changed. He started to use vampire speed. He had used it before but it had only been brief. But, this time, it went on for hours.

It was hard to count as he ravaged her but she guessed she was probably receiving at least ten thrusts into her cunt in less than three seconds. She went through orgasm after orgasm; she probably had one every couple of seconds.

She thought she had even passed out at some point from the overload of pleasure only to be awoken as her body went into an orgasm again. She even had a screaming orgasm.

Her mind was completely lost to pleasure; the only thing she held on to was I'm yours. She didn't stop saying it. She felt utterly and completely possessed by Eric. I'm yours. She thought those words would probably be branded on her heart at the end of this. And she wasn't sure if she even wanted it to end.

She wasn't sure what did Eric in but after hours, he finally came inside of her. He held himself inside of her for a moment before pulling out. Yet even though he was gone, she could still feel every curve and dip like his cock was now imprinted like a brand inside of her. It made her wet and she wanted him to fuck her again even though her legs were literally spasming. He had destroyed her in the absolute best way and she wanted him to do it again. What was wrong with her?

Eric disappeared and then came back with a rag before wiping her clean. He had frowned as he did so like he found something he didn't like. Once he discarded the rag, he laid down beside her and kissed her so softly before he said, "I'm sorry."

She blinked, "Sorry?"

"You're bleeding," he clenched his jaw like he was disappointed with himself. And that was exactly what he felt. How could he not notice he was hurting her?

"Eric, no. I..." she went to turn towards him to explain but that took all her strength; she couldn't even feel her legs. "It's...I'm bleeding."

She was on her period and she was on her last days of it so it was very little blood now. But apparently it had been enough for Eric to notice.

"Oh," he seemed to get her meaning as he wrapped an arm around her and she cuddled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead. "You're sure I didn't hurt you?"

"No," she still breathed a bit heavily as she said a bit dazed. "You should always fuck me like that."

He chuckled, "When you can't walk for days, you're going to be saying a different story and mad at me."

           "Mad?" she said in confusion like she'd just realized something. She tilted her head up to look at him as she squinted her eyes at him, not quite remembering earlier in the evening just that he was mad about something. "What were you mad about again?"

            "Don't be mad, Eric," she said tiredly as her head dropped back down to rest against his chest. "I love you."

            Her eyes drooped as her body and mind crashed from the intense high it had been on. She felt a featherlight kiss to the top of her head and arms cradle around her like a cocoon. She thought she even heard him start to mutter but she didn't catch it as she drifted to sleep.

        "And I do...I do love you."

AN: we have one more chapter before I move into season four. Season 4 will probably only be about ten chapters, season 5 will definitely be less, and then we'll wrap everything up in about 5 chapters. So the end is near guys