A/N: I am so sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. Hopefully I will be updating sooner again. Also I have to thank my girl Jen for writing some fabulous smut for me. Thanks Jen, you are such a sweetie. I love ya bunches.
Chapter 11: Newly Mated
"Buffy… let's go," whined Willow from the bottom of the stairs, before returning to sit in the chair of the foyer.
When she arrived to Angelus' mansion a towel clad Buffy had appeared at the top of the stairs. Saying she would only be a few more moments. That's when Willow heard Angelus' deep chuckle and what sounded like a "That's what you think". That was almost an hour ago.
"Angelus!" Buffy squealed as once again Angelus stood behind her placing little bites to his mark.
"Buffy!" He mocked her. His appetite for her was definitely growing more and more every day. He couldn't keep her hands off of her and the two had rarely left their now shared bed. He didn't want to let her leave.
"Angelus, I am serious. You and I have been locked in here for almost two weeks. Now, I promised Willow a girl's night out. I have to finish getting ready, you've already made me late enough," Buffy stated as she quickly escaped his arms.
Angelus sighed and flopped himself onto the bed. "You would think you didn't enjoy it," he said pouting slightly.
Buffy knew this was a trap, but she couldn't resist that look. Willow and getting dressed were forgotten as she abandoned the towel to slide in next to him on the bed. She quickly placed a small kiss to his cheek before placing her head on his chest.
"You know that's not true," she sighed.
Angelus just smirked at how easily she had fallen into his trap.
**Jen's smut**
With a growl he rolled over on top of her, easily pinning her smaller frame to the bed. He captured both hands and held them above her head. "Prove it," he challenged, leaning down to brush his lips against hers over and over until Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck and settled her lips over his in a voracious kiss. "Mmmm, yeah like that, lover," he purred, letting her eat at his mouth.
Buffy flipped them over so that she was on top. "You want me to show you how much I love you?"
His eyes glittered with an enticing blend of mischief and hunger. "Yes," he said softly.
This was a first, in their short relationship; Angelus had always taken the lead in their lovemaking. Buffy licked her lips as she gazed down at his magnificent body. "Okay," she breathed, rising to his challenge.
So many places she wanted to touch and taste—where to start? She straddled his hips and braced her hands on his shoulders as she leaned over him to lick and suckle at the strong, corded muscles of his throat. He tasted so fresh, like rain and Buffy couldn't get enough. Her face shifted and she scraped her fangs along his jugular.
Angelus shivered and turned his head to the side, giving her better access. "Yesss," he hissed, tilting his head back. "Do it," he groaned.
Buffy sank her teeth in and they both growled as his blood spurted into her mouth. She sipped him leisurely, before pulling back. They were both on the verge of orgasm, panting for breath they didn't need. With a wicked little grin, Buffy scooted down his body, nipping and licking at will. She paused at a flat male nipple and swirled her tongue around the pebbled tip, before moving on to the other and giving it the same treatment.
Angelus fought the undignified urge to squirm under her ministrations. His hands came up to grip her head as he pressed her closer, enjoying the feel of her tongue on his flesh.
Buffy shrugged him off and moved further down, placing soft wet kisses along his muscled abdomen, before coming to his indented navel. She paused and grinned. "You've got the cutest belly-button," she murmured nonsensically.
"Cute?" His brows drew down at that. "I do not," he denied.
She chuckled. "Oh, you so do," she replied, before lowering her head and tasting that adorable little dent. Her tongue dipped in and swirled in and out and to his shocked dismay, Angelus found out he was ticklish there. The giggle erupted from him despite his best efforts to keep it behind his teeth. Buffy's own laughter bubbled up. "You're ticklish!" she crowed with delight and attacked his navel full force.
His deep laughter burst forth and he grabbed her head to stop her assault. "Stop that!" he gasped, horrified as the strange sensations made his body wriggle without his consent. He'd never known he was ticklish. No woman had ever tickled him before. He pulled her up his body and kissed her—only Buffy would dare. That was why he loved her. "I love you," he said softly and kissed her again.
Buffy gave herself over to the kiss. It was hot, wet and demanding. Soon all thoughts of play were gone. Only the driving need to become one was there. Buffy took the rigid length of his penis in her small hand and guided it to where she needed him most. "I love you, Angelus," she whispered as she lowered herself onto him.
Their moans were loud in the silence of the room as he slowly filled her. Once he was seated fully inside her, Buffy levered her hands on his chest and began a slow undulation in his lap. She raised herself up—very slowly, and down again—each inch of him filling her, stretching her to receive his thick cock. Up and down—up and down, so slow, it was like on each downward stroke they both waited with baited breath for her to lower herself upon him again. Their eyes locked and he clenched his jaw to control the need to flip them and pound into her.
"Sooo good," Buffy murmured, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as she continued the agonizingly slow pace for several minutes.
Angelus wholeheartedly agreed, but the slow pace was beginning to drive him crazy. He needed it harder—faster. With a deep growl, he lifted her off him, sat up and got to his knees before plunging back into her welcoming sheath. He wrapped his arms around her back and began to pump his hips upward, thrusting into her deeply. "Need you," he gritted out in explanation.
Buffy's legs wrapped around his waist and her hands buried themselves in his silky dark hair as she clung to him, matching his rhythm effortlessly. "Yes," she cried when he hit that spot inside her that made her body sing.
Their movements became frenzied. That little slice of heaven on earth was right there—waiting just around the corner and they strove for it. Angelus leaned back, his eyes going to where they were joined. The visual of his cock sliding in and out of her was enough to put him on the edge of the precipice. Nothing had ever looked so hot to his jaded eyes as the sight of Buffy taking every inch of him. It was the biggest turn on of his very long life.
"Fuck, that's so hot," he muttered softly, his eyes glued to her moist curls as his penis slid in and out—in and out. It was too much. "Shit," he growled as he felt his body tightening. He was going to come and soon. His hand went swept down, in between their driving flesh to find and tease her clitoris. Within seconds he had her quivering under his hand, hovering on the same edge of climax that he was on.
To his satisfaction, Buffy went first. "Oh-oh-Angelus!" she cried as her body shuddered and her sheath fluttered and tightened around him as she tipped over the precipice and into orgasmic bliss.
Angelus was right behind her. He lunged upwards, burying himself inside her as deep as possible. His demon visage flared and he wrapped his hand in her hair and yanked her head to the side. With a snarl of raw lust, he swooped down and buried his fangs in his mark. Unlike Buffy, who'd sipped at his neck, he gulped down the sweet nirvana that was his mate's blood, shivering uncontrollably as he pumped his hips thrusting wildly as he spilled his cum deep inside her womb.
It was only later, as they lay together, basking in the after-glow of such tremendous sex that Buffy suddenly remembered Willow. She gasped and bolted upright in the bed. Turning to him, she cried, "Oh God, Angelus, I left Willow sitting downstairs!"
Willow was the last thing on his mind. She looked positively delicious. Her hair was tousled, her lips swollen and lush—Angelus felt his cock harden at how extremely well fucked his delectable little mate looked. With a wicked chuckled he pulled her down for another kiss. "Baby, you're newly-mated, I'm sure she'll understand," he murmured, nipping at her bottom lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth and making her once again forget all about her red-headed little friend downstairs…
Willow glanced up when she heard Buffy coming down the stairs, before glancing at her watch, "Two hours?" Willow asked with a teasing tone lacing her voice.
Buffy just quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door. Willow couldn't help, but laugh when she saw Angelus appear at the top of the stairs, looking as though he might chase after her.
Buffy and Willow entered the bronze looking like they had just stepped out of a magazine. Their pale skin was almost illuminated in the lights, making everyone's head turn to look at them. Buffy smiled at Willow as they watched the boys start to drool. They made their way over to the dance floor, the radiated a predatory vibe. Quickly, guys were surrounding the two girls. Buffy and Willow's eyes shimmered with evil intent.
Buffy saw a dark haired, boy he was cute, but his smile was a bit too charming for her liking across the room chatting with a young college girl. She knew his type and decided to do the girl a favor, but for now cause her some pain. Buffy smiled as she stalked over to the table.
"Hi, I'm Buffy," She stated as she moved to stand in front of the boy blocking the girl who was sitting in the chair from his sight.
The boy gaped slightly as his eyes roamed over her body, "I'm Parker, it's nice to meet you"
Buffy smiled, she could smell the girl's jealousy and slight hurt as well as Parker's arousal. Buffy gave him a flirtatious smile. "Would you like to dance?" she asked. Without bothering to wait for an answer, Buffy grabbed Parker's hand. With a smile and a wink at the girl who she had stolen this boy from, Buffy lead Parker out onto the dance floor.
The two danced, and as the dance wore on, Parker was quickly growing more and more risky. He soon wasn't shy about putting his hands all over Buffy's body.
Buffy allowed the boy to think he was getting somewhere—besides being her dinner that is, as she swirled her hips and turned around in the boy's arms. "Want to get out of here?" she whispered seductively in his ear before she led him off the dance floor and out of the club.
Buffy pulled Parker into the alley. "Do you know what I want?" she asked, teasing him with her seductive smile.
The arrogant boy grinned. "I think I got an idea…" he said, smirking.
Buffy didn't care what he thought—he was a meal, nothing more. She giggled. "Oh I bet you don't," she whispered and shoved him against the wall. Just as she was about to bite into his neck she heard a fierce growl, and Parker was quickly removed from her grasp and held against the wall, totally suspended off the ground by the tall dark figure of her mate.
"Just what the fuck do you think you're doing, Buffy?" Angelus asked, smiling almost pleasantly, yet radiating jealously.
Buffy frowned at him—irritated he'd taken her snack. "Well, I was about to have dinner—what the hell are you doing?"
He shook the boy like a rag doll, jealousy rolling off him in waves. "Looked to me like you were doing a little more than grabbing a late night snack, lover," Angelus hissed back, his grip tightening on the boy's neck.
Buffy quickly pushed her anger aside, knowing it would not help. Instead she would just soothe and placate his ego. "Baby," she purred moving herself to rub her body against Angelus', "You know you are the only one for me. Do you really think I would want this boy, knowing what I have at home?"
Angelus wanted to stay angry. He knew she was just playing up to him, placating him, but for some reason he couldn't stop it from working. However, that did not stop his next statement, "You know, as much as I love you stroking my ego, lover, I'd much rather you be stroking something else".
Her eyes glittered as a rush of pure heat raced through her. "Oh really?" Buffy purred as she moved her hand over Angelus' erection before continuing, "What do you say we go back home?"
"Why? We don't need to go anywhere, but right here," Angelus smirked as he moved to press her against the wall.
"What about him?" Buffy asked glancing at Parker.
Buffy's question was answered by the sound of Parker's neck snapping. Angelus quickly let to lifeless body fall to the ground. "Now where were we?" Angelus asked his voice gruff with need.
**Jen working her magic again**
Buffy leaped into his arms and Angelus stumbled back a step as he caught her and crushed her to him. "Right about here," she growled, mashing her mouth against his in a kiss that caused Angelus to growl with hunger.
Quick as a cat Angelus had her placed firmly against the alley wall. Calling upon his years of experience, he deftly worked her skirt up and her panties down. "Who do you belong to, Buffy?" he asked harshly, rubbing the head of his cock against her entrance.
"You!" she gasped. "I'm yours Angelus!"
He smirked, pleased with her answer. "That's right," he gritted out and thrust his hips up, impaling her with one sift thrust of his hips.
Buffy keened her pleasure aloud to anyone standing in the vicinity of the alley, bur she didn't care, her mate was giving her everything she could want—who cared if anyone heard.
"Harder," she gasped, clinging to him, digging her nails into his broad back as he fucked her hard against the wall.
Angelus buried his face in her neck, bent his knees and began to lunge up into her, thrusting his cock hard and deep, hitting her spot hard and dead on until Buffy's screams of pleasure were echoing along and down the alley. Neither noticed, nor cared. They were too intent on each other.
"Love you-love you-love you," Buffy chanted as her mate pounded into her.
"Fuck," Angelus grunted as his belly got tight and his balls drew up—he was close—very close. "Love you too," he muttered, gripping her ass with his hands and pulling her down hard and he pumped his hips up and into her. He hit that exact spot again and Buffy suddenly 'vamped-out'.
"Yes!" she growled and lustily attacked his neck with her fangs.
Angelus tossed back his head, nearly tearing her fangs free as he howled in pleasure. He thrust into her again, harder—deeper—he was out of control as he slammed his hips up, driving his cock into her, wanting to imprint himself inside her. His face shifted too as his orgasm rushed over him. "Mine," he snarled and swooped down on her throat.
Buffy screamed as her body convulsed in ecstasy. "Oh yes—Angelus!" she panted, feeding from him as he fed from her. It was a vampire's version of paradise and they came—long and hard. The blood, the sex—it was everything. Buffy cried as she milked his semen from him with her tight, fluttering walls and Angelus groaned as he came inside her—every time wondering if this might be the magic time that the 'legend' would come true and he might impregnate her.
Later, Buffy raised her head to stare dimly at his gorgeous face, she grinned and ran her tongue along her fang, before leaning forward to brush a lazy, tired kiss along his jaw. "I love you," she purred, stroking his cheek. "Only you—never doubt it"
He nodded. "I know," he said as he let her slide down his body, groaning as he slipped from inside her. "I just don't like to see anyone's hands on you, but mine," he replied, winking at her arrogantly as he tucked himself back in to his pants.
Buffy slapped his chest playfully. "No—you're just a horn-dog who can't go more than an hour without sex…" she quipped, rolling her eyes at him.
A slow, decidedly roguish smirk spread across his face as he yanked her to him. "I'm the horn-dog?" He chuckled. "Wait a minute, aren't you the one who wakes me up every day peeping at my naked body—touching me when I'm sleeping—and who knows what else?" he teased.
Buffy flushed and pushed him away. "I may stare, but touch…? You know that's not true—you've always been in control…until today," she said. "Today I was in control and you know what?" she asked flippantly, but with a seductive tilt to her chin. "I liked it…a lot," she said breathlessly, her eyes roaming his body and imagining all the wonderfully wicked things she could do to it.
His smile was lascivious. "Then by all means baby—let's go home and I'll give you as much control as you want…"
"As much…?" She inhaled sharply at the thought, and Buffy's eyes blazed golden as her belly tightened as she imagined all the ways she could use his beautiful body. She licked her lips as a slow throbbing pulse began between her thighs at the thought of having this magnificent creature under her will. "Really?" she asked, her voice was husky, filled with raw lust.
Angelus sensed her desire—knew the feeling and decided to let his little mate have her fun with him—after all, he loved pain, what better way to experience it than through Buffy's sweet hand? "I'll be at your mercy, lover," he whispered huskily. "Yours to do with as you will…"
Buffy's face morphed at the thought and it took her a moment before she got herself under control, but that place between her thighs was throbbing—oh God—he was sin incarnate—temptation itself and Buffy wanted to jump right into the pool of lust and just drown in him.
"Let's go home," she growled softly, grabbing his hand and practically dragging him down the alley…
Angelus let her have her way. She was adorable when she was so excited, and the best thing was if he let Buffy have her way with him—then he'd get to have his way with her…Angelus almost purred, he'd been trying to find a way to introduce her to the darker side of his passions ever since they met—he had a feeling after tonight, that shouldn't be a problem…
