I wrote you this chapter. Because I love you. *wags tail*
In all seriousness, I'm sorry for taking so long. Real life has been biting my arse. Hope this goes a ways towards making things better. I promise that Al and Rache will bang soon kay?
TrueBlackRoses - It is perfectly fine to find Al's dominance exceedingly attractive. I do, in case this chapter didn't make that clear.
"Yours?!" I exploded and Al winced slightly. I threw a punch at the demon's jaw but he caught my wrist and held it tight in one meaty hand. Struggling only made Al grip harder and he drew me toward him with frightening, inescapable strength. Closing his other arm around my chest, Al held onto me and began to explain in a low, calm voice.
"The collar allows me to jump you without your permission. It also functions as a panic button, allowing you to summon me instantly in a time of crisis. In addition, it allows me to monitor you like one would through a scrying mirror. It's how we keep track of… troublesome familiars." His voice was like velvet against the back of my neck and I nearly forgot to be angry. Put that way, it sounded like a reasonable precaution against kidnap, until you got to the "troublesome familiars" part.
"Al, I'm not your familiar. I don't belong to you and you can't just… trick me into wearing this thing! Why the hell couldn't you ask first?" It felt like talking to a wall. A wall made of flesh and magic and velvet that I'd just made out with. Stupid witch.
This was probably what Al had intended all along, even before the court case. I wouldn't have put it past him to have been plotting this since before I'd "died". I went limp, hoping Al might release me if I played along. Not that I was sure what I was going to do after I got loose.
My sudden relaxation didn't seem to faze the demon at all. Al adjusted his position to support both our weights and continued to hold me tight. With my back tight against his chest I began to notice just how heavily Al was breathing. It didn't make sense. How could he be struggling for control after making such a damn good show of it? If Al had me exactly where he wanted me, why did he sound so damn… wound up. Even now the feeling of his breath as it slid over my neck was making my legs tremble.
"You don't make it easy witch." Al growled into my neck and I fought the urge to arch back into him.
"Don't you understand it yet? What you're doing to me?" He demanded and my head swam. What I was doing to him? Al was the one in control here, not me. I opened my mouth to tell him as such but it was then that the demon chose to bite my neck, right where the scar had been. I forgot to fight and bucked in his arms, a long and tortured moan escaping my chest. The metal disk on the collar burned and I could feel Al's mind behind it. What I saw there made me moan again and I finally understood.
"Understand now?" the demon rumbled, all trace of the upper class gone from his accent. Nodding only made him bite harder but I didn't care. I wanted him to. The vamp saliva found all my reason and crushed it into nothing under waves of pure pleasure. My breath was coming and going in ragged gasps and there was pressure building in my groin. The hand at my wrist found the other mark, the one Al had given me that first night in the library, and the demon dug his nails into it hard.
"You're going to beg me to end this Rachel." Al said, pausing in between bites. "You're going to give me everything you have, and then everything else. No more games." Somewhere deep within my mind, alarm bells were ringing, but I couldn't hear them. All I could hear was the command and that was all I wanted.
Keeping the pressure of his nails on my wrist, Al released the arm around my chest. Without the demon to hold me up I collapsed to my knees on the stone floor. I could barely breathe through the waves of ecstasy that radiated out from the scars. What air I could get was filled with the scent of burnt amber and spice. Al dropped my wrist and moved to crouch in front of me. The momentary break in contact allowed me a few seconds to order my thoughts.
This was in no way good. As Al was crouching down and removing his gloves my fogged brain tried to think of an escape. No matter how much the vampire/demon chemicals were telling me I wanted this, I knew I'd regret it. If I let Al take control like this, if I let him own me, then getting out of it would be damn near impossible. I wasn't sure that I'd want to get away. In my head I saw myself slipping into a haze of pleasure and submission, a voluntary slave in Al's bed. Tempting as that was, it wasn't me. It wasn't the person I'd fought so hard to become. Bringing Ivy to the forefront of my mind, I steeled myself.
When Al extended an ungloved hand to stroke my cheek I nearly lost it entirely. His skin was burning hot and the searing caress forced another gasp from my throat. Lifting my head, I met Al's gaze, and it took what little breath I had away. The alien eyes were predatory, pupils heavily dilated, brows lowered in a bestial concentration. His mouth was slightly open and Al's tongue played lightly across his teeth. My resolve faltered dangerously. I wanted to feel his teeth on my neck again and let the beast consume me. The demon's fingers traced the path of my jaw before his thumb brushed over my lips.
"No." Even to me my voice sounded laboured. Thinking felt like swimming through tar, but I was getting there. Al froze.
"Tron needs his car." I blurted out with absolutely no decorum. Hell, I was proud I'd managed to say it at all. A small smirk quirked at the side of Al's mouth. His fingers began to caress my face again, making slow circles along the line of my jaw. I couldn't help but lean in for more. The demon chuckled, the deep rumble throbbing through me, and it suddenly became hard to remember why I was bothering to think.
"Oh my little itchy witch, even now you're fighting. It would be irritating if it wasn't so damn… sexy." The movement of Al's mouth had me completely transfixed. He got to his feet slowly and brought me with him, using the hand on my jaw to guide my face up and towards his own. Curling his other arm round me, the demon pulled me into him and began to lay kisses along my cheekbone.
"Got to make the car." I murmured, the words not really making sense. Al's mouth found my earlobe and nipped it gently.
"Are you absolutely sure it can't wait princess?" He rumbled and I throbbed in response. Despite every single nerve in my body screaming at me to just give in, I nodded. Al sighed and gave my ear another nip before drawing back to look me in the eyes.
"I am entirely too soft on you itchy witch. You deserved everything I was about to do to you." The wicked glint in his eyes nearly changed my mind for me, but I held firm. My head had cleared slightly with standing up, I felt more like an equal.
"You brought me here early to work, so that's what I'm gonna do," I said, sounding more or less like myself. "We can deal with the other stuff later."
"Is that a promise?" Al smirked, reaching to tuck an errant curl of my hair back behind my ear. Damn it all to hell, but I still wasn't strong enough to put a stop to him touching me. It felt too good. Stupid witch.