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CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR
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DAKOTA HADN'T BEEN ABLE TO SLEEP THAT EVENING, NOR WAS SHE ABLE TO GET ANY REST DURING THE DAY. The woman had called in sick from work, too on edge to even think about serving customers in an overflowed bar. If she was honest, she had missed a lot of work the last year and she wondered how Sam hadn't fired her yet.
Not that she needed to work to survive. Eric had transferred a large sum into her account, including the fifty grand he had had given her after Dallas. Dakota hadn't touched it yet, not having had a need for it.
Dakota closed her eyes for a moment, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. Pam hadn't been answering any of her calls or texts and she was distraught. Fangtasia was empty, not even Ginger was in when she went to look that morning. The woman was terrified what fate Eric would await if he wasn't set free soon. There was no way to know what he was planning.
Ever since Bill was elected as the new King of Louisiana by the authority, his entire demeanour had changed. He had always been kind to her before, and while he was still decent after, he had also become incredibly full of himself. Dakota had barely seen him since her cousin disappeared. The authority was everything to him and he kissed Nan Flanagan's ass like a good little vampire, ready to be patter on the back.
Sitting on her front porch the next evening, she was staring off into the distance and toward the tree line of the dark forest. Dakota had thought about storming across the cemetery and kick down the King's door, demand for his release, but that would only get both of them in more trouble.
"Answer the phone." Uttered Dakota, device pressed against her ear as she left yet another voicemail for Pamela. "Fuck, it's important."
The blonde tossed her phone to the side and onto the painted wooden planks, it rolled over once before stopping a few feet away from her. Dakota rested her head on her knees while wrapping her arms around her legs in attempt to comfort herself. The woman couldn't remember when her life had gotten so complicated.
I'm going insane.
Dakota blinked rapidly when a figure sped toward her, and she sat up with a start as he loomed over her. Her eyes widened and he didn't even have the time to open his mouth when she lunged for him, arms wrapped around his neck as she tugged him close.
"Dakota," he breathed, placing his hand over the back of her head as he held her as close as he could.
"What happened?" she demanded, heart thundering within her chest. "How did you get out? I've been worried sick. Did they hurt you?"
Eric pressed his lips to the top of her head with a small smile as he took in her comforting scent, one he had come to love the moment she had found him beside the road. "The King let me go. I don't know why, but I am grateful to be with you again."
Dakota pulled back, eyes on his face as his pierced her own intently. There was a weight that fell off of her shoulder and their lips met in a hurried kiss, teeth clashing against each other almost painfully, but neither seemed to care. Dakota let out a cuss when Eric grasped the back of her thighs, hoisting her up and she wrapped them around his waist.
Her nails moved down his scalp as she tugged on his blonde hair. The viking retaliated by digging his own digits into her flesh. He kicked at her front door with his foot, and it swung open, her scent infiltrating his senses even more with each step he took.
His lips attached themselves to her jaw in sloppy kisses and she closed her eyes tightly, savouring the feeling. Dakota felt as if anyone could come in and rip him away and she didn't want to waste any of it. His skin was cold, and it did wonders on her heated skin.
Dakota pressed herself further against him and he let out a snarl, biting at the skin on her jaw in return. His feet moved them further into the dimly lit home.
"No, no," she muttered through kisses when he headed for the living room. "upstairs."
Eric didn't need to be told twice and took his time walking up the steps with her in his arms. Their mouths didn't separate the entire time, wrapped up in each other as if they were the only two in the world. He knew exactly where her room was and took slow firm steps toward it, too focused on the woman he was holding.
"I thought ..." began Dakota, as he sucked on her lower lip emitting a moan from her. "that ... that he would kill you."
His knees hit the side of her bed and he let both of them fall onto the mattress, holding out one hand to catch himself as not to crush her underneath his weight. He pulled away for a moment and took in every feature of her face, soft smile gracing her profile.
"I am right here." he uttered. "I am not going anywhere."
Dakota ran her finger over his cheek and reached forward to press her lips against his once again. He kissed her with such urgency, also afraid she'd slip right through his fingers. His lips warmed from the heat of her own, savouring the softness of them. Dakota melted into his embrace with a content sigh. The kiss knocked the air from her lungs, and she pulled at his shirt, wanting less fabric between the two.
"Eric," she gasped against his mouth and he pulled away ever so slightly to get rid of his shirt. It was flung somewhere into her room. If he had a heart, it would have leaped out of his chest at the sight of the blonde underneath him, cheeks tinted red and lips swollen from his assault on them. "I need you."
Eric clenched his teeth together and his fangs threatened to slip from his gums. God, he loved the way she talked he needed to hear it again. "Say it again."
Dakota smiled slyly at him. "Eric, I need you."
The viking closed his eyes for a moment and let the meaning of her words sink in. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since the night before, when they were so rudely interrupted. Her hands ran over the pale skin of his chest and his fingers played with the hem of her top, sliding it up along her waist.
"Take it off." she whined, arching her back to give him better access.
Her top joined his shirt on the wooden floorboards and he admired her bare chest for a moment, she hadn't been wearing a bra. His eyes darkened at the sight of her nipples hardening. There was no light on inside of her room but he could see every detail, every freckle and thin vein running deep within her skin. He was absolutely enamoured by the sight of her.
"It's not as if you haven't seen me like this before." she nudged his arm with a grin.
"Hmm," he hummed, leaning down to wrap his mouth around a nipple, sucking on the bud slowly. "I like these."
Dakota ran her fingers through his hair lazily as he assaulted her chest with eagerness. The woman could feel him harden against herself and lifted her hips to meet his own, emitting a low growl from his throat.
His lips trailed over the valley of her breasts and toward the other nipple, kissing every inch of her with hunger. He kneaded at the flesh with his other hand, feel the thrum of her heartbeat against his skin. He sucked on his skin, leaving her with a dark bruise. Eric licked over the mark to ease the sting. He grinned smugly when a shiver went down her spine. He continued, peppering her with light marks as he made his way down her stomach.
"God, you're beautiful." he murmured, momentarily glancing up to see her face contorted in pleasure. "You smell divine."
His hands found their way toward her shorts, and he unbuttoned them hastily. Eric fingered her panties, cocking an eyebrow at her in question but she had already lifted her hips and pushed them down impatiently.
"Someone's eager." Eric voiced, sliding the cotton material down her legs.
Dakota let her head fall against the covers the moment his fingers touched the wetness between her legs. He watched her face curiously as he slid his finger through her folds, thumb brushing over her bundle of nerves. Dakota whimpered, curling her toes.
"Very responsive." he hummed approvingly, sliding his upper body off the bed so he was on his knees before her. His fingers dug into her thighs, and he pulled her toward the edge of the mattress. Dakota let out a gasp when his mouth pressed to her heat. "And very warm."
"Jesus, Eric." cussed Dakota, any coherent thought disappearing from her mind instantly.
The sight of him with his head between her legs was sinful and his piercing blue eyes were solely on her. He hummed against her as he sucked his way toward her bundle of nerves and the vibrations caused pleasure to shoot down her legs.
"Feels so good." she panted, trying to clench her legs together but he kept them firmly apart with one arm. "Don't stop."
Eric didn't. He never wanted to. This is exactly where he wanted to stay for the rest of his immortal life. Dakota's eyes were shut tightly, lips parted open as soft moans escaped from between them. Her lips recited his name in quick whispers, which only encouraged him as he slid two fingers inside of her.
Warmth quickly pooled at the bottom of Dakota's stomach, a coil threatening to snap. It had been too long and she didn't think she was going to last long. Every sound she was making was music to his ears, and he pressed down on her stomach to stop her from moving. Dakota's breath hitched and he quickened his pace. He licked another stripe, biting softly on her bud.
Eric finished her with one last thrust of his digits, elicited scream coming from her mouth as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. White hot sensation took over and her legs clamped around his head, mouth formed in an o. He took it all, lost in her arousal.
Slowly, he retreated his fingers from her body coated in her wetness. Dakota opened her eyes after a moment, fisting the fabric of her sheets as she met his gaze. He looked at her slyly and slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean. Once he was done, he crawled back up her body and brushed his lips over her own.
Dakota's hands travelled down to his hips and toward his pants, desperately tugging them off. Eric kicked them to the side, as her hand moved toward his length, making the vampire tremble at her touch. It was almost overwhelming, and his fangs slid from his gums. His eyes widened at this, but Dakota ran her tongue along one of them and he shuddered.
"Eric," rasped Dakota. "please fuck me."
The vampire didn't waste any more time and pressed a sloppy wet kiss on her jaw as he grabbed one of her thighs and pushed himself inside in one quick motion. Dakota gasped loudly, nails digging into his skin. God, he wanted to take it slow, but he couldn't. it was too much, and he needed her as much as she needed him.
Her moans bounced off the walls of her bedroom as Eric thrusted into her. The sound of their skin connecting fuelled his desire and need even more. The viking watched as her eyes rolled back in pleasure and the sight alone drove him mad.
"God, you feel so good." he murmured, fangs barely piercing the skin below her ear. His hand found her own, and he laced their fingers together while his other dug into her waist as he pulled her closer with each stroke.
Eric could feel her walls clenching and he didn't keep quiet, letting her know just how much he was enjoying this. Her breathing was irregular as she clawed at his back with her free hand, legs squeezing his hips as he kept his pace.
"More," she pleased, overwhelmed by all her senses. "more."
He would give her whatever she wanted and so that's what he did as he picked up his pace, thrusting into her with quick hard thrusts. Dakota let out a long sinful moan and he ate it up, absolutely in awe of her. The woman gasped, limbs wavering as she came for a second time that evening.
"Eric, fuck." his name left her mouth like a silent prayer, and he savoured all of it.
The vampire chased his own release soon after, burying his face in the crook of her neck with a grunt. He fell onto her limply for a moment as they tried to catch their breaths.
Dakota's chest was heaving up and down while slowly running her fingers over his scratched back.
God, she needed him again and again, again, and who was he to deny her.
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IT WAS AS IF SLEEP HAD COMPLETELY RIDDEN ITSELF AWAY FROM HER THE MOMENT SHE FELL BACK AGAINST HER PILLOWS. Eric laid curled up beside her, sheets barely covering his lower half as he rested his head against her chest, fingers softly tapping along her sheet covered thigh.
"I left my phone outside." said Dakota absentmindedly as she stared at her ceiling. Muscles aching as she adjusted herself onto her mattress.
"Do you want me to get it?" wondered Eric, raising his head slightly to peer up at her.
"Don't you dare move." she uttered, brushing a strand of hair from his face. Eric let out a small laugh, closing his eyes and pressing his head further against her chest. "You still there?"
"I'm listening to your heartbeat." he whispered, squeezing her thigh softly in response. "I can feel it. Every pulse. Through your skin into mine. If I lay still and think about nothing else, it feels like my own heart beating."
"I feel like mines still racing." she confessed, smiling to herself. "At least there's some things you haven't forgotten."
Eric moved his head from her chest to lay it on the pillow beside her. "Dakota, do you want me to remember again?"
"Yes," she confirmed, furrowing her brows as she searched his blue eyes. The woman couldn't quite place his emotion and continued, "of course I want that. I want you to get your memories back. I want you to remember everything."
"But that would change me." he uttered, searching for her hand and playing with her fingers. "Once I know who I am, everything i've done, I couldn't possibly be the same. Would you still want me then?"
"Eric," she frowned, pulling at his hand and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "I already had you. You're always going to be the same to me. I don't care about anything of that. I care about you. Nothing else matters."
"You promise?" he asked, taking in a deep breath.
"Yes," she nodded. "I promise."
They laid there for a moment, morning not far away and she knew Eric had to retreat to the cubby soon. The woman coaxed him into taking a bath with her before he had to go back downstairs, which led to another moment of pure bliss.
Dakota was towel drying her hair when there was a knock on her front door and she peered at Eric, dressed in one of Jason's old flannel shirts before ambling toward the door from the living room. The door swung open and her smile faltered, jaw clenched as she narrowed her eyes.
"You have a lot of nerve."
I am not going to lie, the amount of times I have rewritten this chapter is insane, and I am still unhappy with it. Especially the way it ended, i probs will edit it again. Idk why but i feel like i lost the ability to write this week. Also because I am hella nervous for my hospital appointment on tuesday where i will be discussing surgery with my doctor for my endometriosis. Sorry if this isn't as good as other chapters.
I've said this before but i am terrible at smut even though I want it in my stories lmao. i'll practice. Hope you enjoyed this anyways. I am very excited for next chapter and to write more about the witch!
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