Harsh Realities by
Lisa Y. Drexel
Lisa Y. Drexel
It wasn't until Spike saw her standing there—for one fleeting second—everything became clear.
The plan. Harm. The ring. Invincibility.
All of it.
She was so beautiful...his cock instantly hardened as lust and want surged through him...battling for supremecy.
More than anything, he wanted to drop the boy, ditch Harm, kill her date and take her, the one person in this bleeding world that could bring him down to his knees, and claim her forever.
How in the bleeding hell did he go from Spike, the Slayer of Slayers, to a lovelorn, lovesick Nancy-boy?
How could he, for Satan's sake, fall in love with the Slayer?
And as soon as he thought that, he felt his demon surge—struggling to break through, scream in denial—kill, rampage—create havoc—anything but acknowledge the truth.
The horrible truth.
That he had done all of this just so he could run back into the safety of his Dark Princess' arms—the only place he was even close to being free from the Slayer's pull.
And then he heard her whisper his name and he knew—he had to kill her or possess her because he wouldn't—couldn't live in this state of need any longer.
It ended here.
One way or another.