Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [771]
“All right, Eric,” Andre said. “As long as she’s bonded to someone in our kingdom. I’ve only had a drop of her blood, to find out if she was part fae. If you’ve exchanged blood with her more than once, the bond is already strong. Has she answered well to your call?”
What? What call? When? Eric had never called me. In fact, I’d out and out defied him before.
“Yes, she heels nicely,” Eric said without a blink of an eye. I about choked, but that would have ruined the effect of Eric’s words, so I looked down at my chest as if I was embarrassed by my thralldom.
“Well, then,” Andre said with an impatient gesture of his hand. “Go on.”
“Right here? I’d prefer somewhere more private,” Eric said.
“Here and now.” Andre was not going to compromise any further.
Eric said, “Sookie.” He looked at me intently.
I looked right back at him. I understood what that one word was saying. There was no way out of this. No struggling or screaming or refusal would prevent this procedure. Eric might have spared me from submitting to Andre, but that was as far as he could go.
Eric raised one eyebrow.
With that arched eyebrow, Eric was telling me that this was my best bet, that he would try not to hurt me, that being tied to him was infinitely preferable to being tied to Andre.
I knew all this not only because I wasn’t stupid, but because we were bound together. Both Eric and Bill had had my blood, and I theirs. For the first time, I understood there was a real connection. Didn’t I see the two of them as more human than vampire? Didn’t they have the power to wound me more than any others? It wasn’t only my past relationships with the two that kept me tied to them. It was the blood exchange. Maybe because of my unusual heritage, they couldn’t order me around. They didn’t have mind control over me, and they couldn’t read my thoughts; and I couldn’t do any of those things to them. But we did share a tie. How often had I heard their lives humming away in the background, without realizing what I was listening to?
It takes way longer to tell this than it did to think it.
“Eric,” I said, and tilted my head to one side. He read as much from the gesture and word as I had from his. He stepped over to me and extended his arms to hold the black cloak out as he leaned over me, so the cloak and the hood could give us some illusion of privacy. The gesture was hokey, but the idea was nice. “Eric, no sex,” I said in a voice as hard as I could make it. I could tolerate this if it wasn’t like a lovers’ blood exchange. I wouldn’t have sex in front of another person. Eric’s mouth was in the bend of my neck and shoulder, and his body pressed against mine. My arms slid around him, because that was simply the easiest way to stand. Then he bit, and I couldn’t choke back a gasp of pain.
He didn’t stop, thank God, because I wanted to get this over with. One of his hands stroked my back as if he was trying to soothe me.
After a long few seconds, Eric licked my neck to be sure his coagulant-laden saliva had coated the little wounds. “Now, Sookie,” he said right into my ear. I couldn’t reach his neck unless we were lying down, not without him bending over awkwardly. He started to hold his wrist up to my mouth, but we’d have to rearrange ourselves for that to work. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. I hesitated. I always hated this part, because human teeth are not nearly as sharp as vampire teeth, and I knew it would be messy when I bit. Eric did something that surprised me, then; he produced the same small ceremonial knife he’d used in marrying Mississippi and Indiana. With the same quick motion he’d used on their wrists, Eric sliced a cut in his chest right below his nipple. The blood oozed out sluggishly, and I took advantage of the flow to latch on. This was embarrassingly intimate, but at least I didn’t have to look at Andre, and he couldn