I know the rating says PG13. As a warning before you go any further,
I'm sure this chapter crosses the line. Definite R rating!!!!
Readers beware!!!!
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Chapter 24
Heat
Spike let the mysterious woman guide him a few feet toward the door. She had an heir about her that compelled him to follow. Attractively dressed in 'come take me' leather and lace, Spike found his head no longer making his decisions for the rest of his body. It had been awhile after all....or at least it felt like it had. Either way, he couldn't recall. He let his eyes roam the contours of her body, resting on the skirt that barely covered her, showing off her slim, well-toned legs. He decided a romp with her, willing or not might just take his mind off the fogginess in his brain.
"Uh, Spike?"
He turned back around to face Willy, raising an eyebrow at the man's intense gaze. The bar owner cleared his throat while he simultaneously pointed at the bottle the vampire was holding.
"Oh. Yeah." Spike half-heartedly patted himself down, came up empty in the form of payment and casually shrugged his shoulders. Ignoring the complaints coming from the man behind the bar, he turned and continued to walk through the exit.
He felt Kitara close behind him, her body almost up against his. A grin curled on his lips as thoughts of sex and blood filled his mind, and he consciously made a decision. He was done taking care of women. They always turned out to be too much time and trouble for the limited benefits of keeping them around. He could reap just as much from a stranger and not have to worry about the incessant prattling that came afterward. Sex and the kill. That's what it was all about. He'd found over the years that hunting willing victims was an easy feat for him. A little charm, a bit of attitude, and he could have them screaming for more before they even knew what bit 'em.
This time would be no different, although he was a little anxious to determine what she wanted with him. Stopping halfway down the alley, he leaned up against the wall, sliding a cigarette between his lips. 'Play it cool, Spike,' he thought to himself as he pushed the zippo back into his pocket.
"So what's your story, luv?"
She turned to face him inching her body close. "I heard some things that might interest you... thought I'd share."
"And why's that exactly?" he asked, letting out a stream of smoke.
"Gave me an excuse to meet the infamous William the Bloody. See if you're really as big a bad as everyone claims." Her eyes slowly shifted, drinking him in from head to toe. "But I can see those claims weren't mistaken."
Her voice was dripping with innuendo and Spike realized this was gonna be easier than he anticipated. Maybe a little too easy. "Is that so? What makes you think I won't drain you dry and leave you to rot right here? Vampire, yeah?"
"Cuz I know the curiosity must be killing you. I can feel it...the way you're looking at me." Her fingers found the butt hanging loosely from his lips and she removed it, tossing it aside. "I can already tell you want me, Spike."
He tried to think of a snarky comeback, but failed miserably when she pushed her body against his. Closing his eyes, a breath escaped him when her hand traveled to the outline of his zipper.
"You're already hard for me," she whispered, cupping him through the material of his jeans. "Is it true what they say about vampires? Stamina and all?"
He managed a few coherent words. "Never..." a short moan of pleasure, " heard any... complaints." The comment was followed by another moan, and he knew he was in trouble. This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be the aggressor. Strange women did not seduce the big bad.
"You can have me, Spike." She reached up to nip his bottom lip with her teeth. "Any way you want me.....if you do what I want you to do."
There was a catch. Always had to be. He dropped the bottle he'd been tightly gripping and let it fall to the ground with a crash. In one smooth movement his hands reached around, hiked up her skirt, and cupped her ass. The absence of garments underneath gave him a hint as to the kind of girl she really was. He squeezed and pulled, grinding her exposed thigh into his tightly clad erection.
"Any way I want?" he asked with a roll of his tongue.
"That's what I said," she answered moving her leg to rub against his jeans.
Suddenly, with a quickened force, he changed the position, turning their bodies, giving him the upper hand. He had her pushed against the brick and roughly pinned to the wall before she could complain. His mouth found hers, pushing her lips open enough to force his tongue inside. She groaned with delight and he knew he had her.
He pulled back, sucked in his finely sculptured cheeks, and ran his eyes down the entire length of her body. "So what'd you have in mind, pet?"
"The slayer," she answered, cutting her answer short when she felt his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh. Mouth opened in shocked pleasure, she released a moan when his thumb brushed against her clit.
"What about the slayer?" he asked, watching her face react to the pleasure he was giving her. A little firmer...a finger slipping inside....a wiggle, a twist...
"Heard she's been," a breathless gasp, "doing magic. Her and the witch." She closed her eyes, head tilted back, barely able to stand on weak legs as he slid in and out finding just the right spot.... She grabbed the sleeves of his duster, using his arms for support. Now a second finger.....
"Oh god, Spike...."
He knew she was close, and slowed his movements. "Uh uh uh...not so fast," he sing-songed. "Information first."
She tried to calm her breathing, opened her eyes, and found him staring at her with an intense gaze.
"They've been messing with," another moan, "demons. Some sort of confusion spell, I think. Heard it screws with time, memories...."
"Good girl," he whispered, allowing another finger inside, pulling and stretching, readying her. He was painfully hard, throbbing against his zipper, waiting for just the right moment...
"I thought we could do something about it," she offered breathlessly, her focus still on the hand bringing her to the edge.
""Is that right?" His free hand slowly worked its way down the flat of his stomach, catching his belt buckle, unfastening it with ease.
"Uh huh," she moaned. She began moving in time to the pace he had set, meeting the thrust of his fingers with a slight rock of her hips. "I heard you've done... a couple.... of slayers." Each word came after a deep and concentrated breath.
"I have," he answered, now pulling the buttons on his jeans loose one by one.
"I figured if we worked together.....it shouldn't be too hard..." She stopped with a slight pout when his fingers pulled out, leaving her empty and craving more.
"You want to kill the slayer then?" He gripped with one hand, pulling himself free, while lifting her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his body. With a quick thrust, he was buried to the hilt.
"Oh yes," she cried. He wasn't sure if it was from the action or the question, but ignored it just the same. He concentrated on the feel of her tightness, wrapping and squeezing him with every movement.
Just one more question. He felt there was more to it, and had to ask. He stopped his movement, pulled back to look into her eyes. "Why are you out for blood? What do you have against the slayer?"
She paused, took a deep breath, letting her lungs fill with the cool night air. "Because she tried to take something that was mine. The bitch deserves to die."
He felt her anger, her need for revenge, the blackness that was filling her, and he let loose. He began to pound into her, grabbing her ass, angling her to get the best leverage. She reached for his hair, pulling him to her chest, and urged his lips to nip at her protruding nipples.
Spike was entranced, aching, throbbing, and waiting for release as something familiar overcame him. Another flash of a memory hit him. Buffy again. Up against the wall, an alley, her heat surrounding him. Cries of pleasure... hers or his? Maybe both. He closed his eyes blocking out the images. Craziness didn't suit him.
He watched as Kitara bent her head back in pleasure, oblivious to anything around her but the feel of him inside. Now it was time to claim his victim. She was too lost to notice when bones shifted, and Spike's demon emerged. He raised his head to her neck licking gently, just as she cried out, an intense wave of shudders passing through her.
He allowed her to ride out her orgasm, enjoying the feel of her body clenching and flexing, pulling him deeper inside.
She finally calmed enough to open her eyes, and felt a moment of terror as she saw the eyes of a vampire staring back at her. She tried to pull away, but he had her in an iron tight grip, still buried deep inside.
"There's only one thing wrong with your little plan, luv."
She didn't answer, frozen by the fear of feeling his fangs so close. Her eyes clenched shut when a growl emerged, and she felt her skin being attacked and torn by razor sharp teeth. She tried again to fight, finally able to omit a scream, but realized it was only making him plunge his fangs deeper. She began to weaken quickly with the rapid loss of blood. Soon, everything faded to black and silence enveloped her until there was nothing left.
Spike finally found his release, coming in long, cold spurts the moment her blood entered his mouth. He sucked ravenously, not wanting to waste a single drop of the thick substance coating his throat. Long gulps filled him, warming his body to human temperature. It made him feel alive. The only description he'd come up with in over a hundred years. He dragged it out, waited until he felt her heart slowing, slowing, almost there... Sensing the beating had stopped, he pulled out of her.
His fangs retracted as his features returned to human. He dropped her lifeless body to the ground, and tucked himself back into his jeans.
"Sorry, luv. I work alone. Bloody partners get you in trouble every time."
He leaned down, reaching in the one small pocket hidden in her skirt. He hoped for money, but came out with a key and a card. Even better. A hotel key. He'd have a place to stay after all.
He stared at her for a brief moment before rising back up. Placing his hands in the pocket of his coat, looking for his cigarettes, he fished one out ignoring that irritating feeling that was bubbling up in his stomach again. The feeling that he'd done something wrong. He willed it away. What could possibly be wrong with this? A good shag. A good kill. Exactly what he needed.
He turned and headed down the alley, intent on making it to the hotel and catching a good day's sleep before tomorrow night. He had big plans for the slayer and he needed to be ready. If she was the one who had done this to him, she was gonna pay. A smile curled on his lips as he imagined what Buffy's expression would look like when he sunk his teeth into her flesh. Part of him knew she would like it. His demon knew she would crave it. All slayers did, it was inevitable. They were just too ashamed to admit it.
TBC
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Sorry for the delay... This was a tough one.
I've had several people ask if I could send a notice when I update. If you're interested, send me an e-mail and I will make an update list. Thanks a lot for all the input!!! You guys are great!!!!
Fuel the fire and please feedback!!!!!
Readers beware!!!!
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Chapter 24
Heat
Spike let the mysterious woman guide him a few feet toward the door. She had an heir about her that compelled him to follow. Attractively dressed in 'come take me' leather and lace, Spike found his head no longer making his decisions for the rest of his body. It had been awhile after all....or at least it felt like it had. Either way, he couldn't recall. He let his eyes roam the contours of her body, resting on the skirt that barely covered her, showing off her slim, well-toned legs. He decided a romp with her, willing or not might just take his mind off the fogginess in his brain.
"Uh, Spike?"
He turned back around to face Willy, raising an eyebrow at the man's intense gaze. The bar owner cleared his throat while he simultaneously pointed at the bottle the vampire was holding.
"Oh. Yeah." Spike half-heartedly patted himself down, came up empty in the form of payment and casually shrugged his shoulders. Ignoring the complaints coming from the man behind the bar, he turned and continued to walk through the exit.
He felt Kitara close behind him, her body almost up against his. A grin curled on his lips as thoughts of sex and blood filled his mind, and he consciously made a decision. He was done taking care of women. They always turned out to be too much time and trouble for the limited benefits of keeping them around. He could reap just as much from a stranger and not have to worry about the incessant prattling that came afterward. Sex and the kill. That's what it was all about. He'd found over the years that hunting willing victims was an easy feat for him. A little charm, a bit of attitude, and he could have them screaming for more before they even knew what bit 'em.
This time would be no different, although he was a little anxious to determine what she wanted with him. Stopping halfway down the alley, he leaned up against the wall, sliding a cigarette between his lips. 'Play it cool, Spike,' he thought to himself as he pushed the zippo back into his pocket.
"So what's your story, luv?"
She turned to face him inching her body close. "I heard some things that might interest you... thought I'd share."
"And why's that exactly?" he asked, letting out a stream of smoke.
"Gave me an excuse to meet the infamous William the Bloody. See if you're really as big a bad as everyone claims." Her eyes slowly shifted, drinking him in from head to toe. "But I can see those claims weren't mistaken."
Her voice was dripping with innuendo and Spike realized this was gonna be easier than he anticipated. Maybe a little too easy. "Is that so? What makes you think I won't drain you dry and leave you to rot right here? Vampire, yeah?"
"Cuz I know the curiosity must be killing you. I can feel it...the way you're looking at me." Her fingers found the butt hanging loosely from his lips and she removed it, tossing it aside. "I can already tell you want me, Spike."
He tried to think of a snarky comeback, but failed miserably when she pushed her body against his. Closing his eyes, a breath escaped him when her hand traveled to the outline of his zipper.
"You're already hard for me," she whispered, cupping him through the material of his jeans. "Is it true what they say about vampires? Stamina and all?"
He managed a few coherent words. "Never..." a short moan of pleasure, " heard any... complaints." The comment was followed by another moan, and he knew he was in trouble. This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be the aggressor. Strange women did not seduce the big bad.
"You can have me, Spike." She reached up to nip his bottom lip with her teeth. "Any way you want me.....if you do what I want you to do."
There was a catch. Always had to be. He dropped the bottle he'd been tightly gripping and let it fall to the ground with a crash. In one smooth movement his hands reached around, hiked up her skirt, and cupped her ass. The absence of garments underneath gave him a hint as to the kind of girl she really was. He squeezed and pulled, grinding her exposed thigh into his tightly clad erection.
"Any way I want?" he asked with a roll of his tongue.
"That's what I said," she answered moving her leg to rub against his jeans.
Suddenly, with a quickened force, he changed the position, turning their bodies, giving him the upper hand. He had her pushed against the brick and roughly pinned to the wall before she could complain. His mouth found hers, pushing her lips open enough to force his tongue inside. She groaned with delight and he knew he had her.
He pulled back, sucked in his finely sculptured cheeks, and ran his eyes down the entire length of her body. "So what'd you have in mind, pet?"
"The slayer," she answered, cutting her answer short when she felt his fingers slide up the inside of her thigh. Mouth opened in shocked pleasure, she released a moan when his thumb brushed against her clit.
"What about the slayer?" he asked, watching her face react to the pleasure he was giving her. A little firmer...a finger slipping inside....a wiggle, a twist...
"Heard she's been," a breathless gasp, "doing magic. Her and the witch." She closed her eyes, head tilted back, barely able to stand on weak legs as he slid in and out finding just the right spot.... She grabbed the sleeves of his duster, using his arms for support. Now a second finger.....
"Oh god, Spike...."
He knew she was close, and slowed his movements. "Uh uh uh...not so fast," he sing-songed. "Information first."
She tried to calm her breathing, opened her eyes, and found him staring at her with an intense gaze.
"They've been messing with," another moan, "demons. Some sort of confusion spell, I think. Heard it screws with time, memories...."
"Good girl," he whispered, allowing another finger inside, pulling and stretching, readying her. He was painfully hard, throbbing against his zipper, waiting for just the right moment...
"I thought we could do something about it," she offered breathlessly, her focus still on the hand bringing her to the edge.
""Is that right?" His free hand slowly worked its way down the flat of his stomach, catching his belt buckle, unfastening it with ease.
"Uh huh," she moaned. She began moving in time to the pace he had set, meeting the thrust of his fingers with a slight rock of her hips. "I heard you've done... a couple.... of slayers." Each word came after a deep and concentrated breath.
"I have," he answered, now pulling the buttons on his jeans loose one by one.
"I figured if we worked together.....it shouldn't be too hard..." She stopped with a slight pout when his fingers pulled out, leaving her empty and craving more.
"You want to kill the slayer then?" He gripped with one hand, pulling himself free, while lifting her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his body. With a quick thrust, he was buried to the hilt.
"Oh yes," she cried. He wasn't sure if it was from the action or the question, but ignored it just the same. He concentrated on the feel of her tightness, wrapping and squeezing him with every movement.
Just one more question. He felt there was more to it, and had to ask. He stopped his movement, pulled back to look into her eyes. "Why are you out for blood? What do you have against the slayer?"
She paused, took a deep breath, letting her lungs fill with the cool night air. "Because she tried to take something that was mine. The bitch deserves to die."
He felt her anger, her need for revenge, the blackness that was filling her, and he let loose. He began to pound into her, grabbing her ass, angling her to get the best leverage. She reached for his hair, pulling him to her chest, and urged his lips to nip at her protruding nipples.
Spike was entranced, aching, throbbing, and waiting for release as something familiar overcame him. Another flash of a memory hit him. Buffy again. Up against the wall, an alley, her heat surrounding him. Cries of pleasure... hers or his? Maybe both. He closed his eyes blocking out the images. Craziness didn't suit him.
He watched as Kitara bent her head back in pleasure, oblivious to anything around her but the feel of him inside. Now it was time to claim his victim. She was too lost to notice when bones shifted, and Spike's demon emerged. He raised his head to her neck licking gently, just as she cried out, an intense wave of shudders passing through her.
He allowed her to ride out her orgasm, enjoying the feel of her body clenching and flexing, pulling him deeper inside.
She finally calmed enough to open her eyes, and felt a moment of terror as she saw the eyes of a vampire staring back at her. She tried to pull away, but he had her in an iron tight grip, still buried deep inside.
"There's only one thing wrong with your little plan, luv."
She didn't answer, frozen by the fear of feeling his fangs so close. Her eyes clenched shut when a growl emerged, and she felt her skin being attacked and torn by razor sharp teeth. She tried again to fight, finally able to omit a scream, but realized it was only making him plunge his fangs deeper. She began to weaken quickly with the rapid loss of blood. Soon, everything faded to black and silence enveloped her until there was nothing left.
Spike finally found his release, coming in long, cold spurts the moment her blood entered his mouth. He sucked ravenously, not wanting to waste a single drop of the thick substance coating his throat. Long gulps filled him, warming his body to human temperature. It made him feel alive. The only description he'd come up with in over a hundred years. He dragged it out, waited until he felt her heart slowing, slowing, almost there... Sensing the beating had stopped, he pulled out of her.
His fangs retracted as his features returned to human. He dropped her lifeless body to the ground, and tucked himself back into his jeans.
"Sorry, luv. I work alone. Bloody partners get you in trouble every time."
He leaned down, reaching in the one small pocket hidden in her skirt. He hoped for money, but came out with a key and a card. Even better. A hotel key. He'd have a place to stay after all.
He stared at her for a brief moment before rising back up. Placing his hands in the pocket of his coat, looking for his cigarettes, he fished one out ignoring that irritating feeling that was bubbling up in his stomach again. The feeling that he'd done something wrong. He willed it away. What could possibly be wrong with this? A good shag. A good kill. Exactly what he needed.
He turned and headed down the alley, intent on making it to the hotel and catching a good day's sleep before tomorrow night. He had big plans for the slayer and he needed to be ready. If she was the one who had done this to him, she was gonna pay. A smile curled on his lips as he imagined what Buffy's expression would look like when he sunk his teeth into her flesh. Part of him knew she would like it. His demon knew she would crave it. All slayers did, it was inevitable. They were just too ashamed to admit it.
TBC
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Sorry for the delay... This was a tough one.
I've had several people ask if I could send a notice when I update. If you're interested, send me an e-mail and I will make an update list. Thanks a lot for all the input!!! You guys are great!!!!
Fuel the fire and please feedback!!!!!