The slayer had found what she wanted. She watched as the lithe body of the male shifted nervously. He was perfect. She stalked toward him. He would not refuse her. She yanked the rags from her body, enjoying the beautiful one's reaction.
His eyes skimmed her offering and he licked his lips. The desire was strong. There was strength in him. He was a true warrior. This one was worthy.
He raised his hands, palms up, and backed away.
This was unacceptable. She stalked toward him. She had made her choice. It was for him to comply.
"Slayer, don't know what's got hold of you, but, much as I appreciate the view, you need to cover up and get your wits about you." He swallowed and his eyes tracked down her body again. "I'm a damned fool."
"You want me." She smiled. These were the right words.
"Yeah, not blind am I?" He waved his hand at her. "But I fancy my unlife a bit more. Besides, I don't force women. Whatever's riding you might want me, but you are not the slayer I love to hate."
"I am the slayer." She touched her hip with her fingers. "My form is pleasing to you, so why not give us both the pleasure of yours?"
"You're not Buffy." He sighed. "I hope the bint is still in there somewhere, but you're not her. I don't go in for rape. Without Buffy, that's what it would be."
"I am the slayer and Buffy." She stroked her side.
"No offense, but you don't sound like her." He stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek. "You feel like her, smell like her, prolly even taste like her, but some of her is missing."
"I am here." She wrapped her fist in his shirt and pulled him close to her body. He needed to feel her heat. "I want you."
"What's my name then?" He smirked. He was so confident. It was amusing.
"Your name is William." She rose on to her toes and touched her nose to his. "Also, Spike."
She smiled as his eyes widened. Fools always assumedthat knowledge belonged only to the vessel. She was the vessel and the power as was the girl, one whole. He was hers, and it was time he learned it. She closed the minuscule distance between them and covered his mouth with her own. He jerked back from her, ripping his shirt. She closed the distance between them in one stride.
"I want you, now." She pressed the flat of her palm against his bared abdomen. The skin was smooth and cool under her hand. She pressed her fingers down, dipping them behind the waistband of his pants.
"Christ." He clenched her shoulders, holding her away from his delicious body. She tossed her hair back and arched her chest toward him. The catch in his unneeded breath was her reward.
"You want me. I want you. Why not take our pleasure?" She ran her fingers along his taut abdomen.
"Why bloody not? Got to be a fool to refuse you." He swallowed. "Worse comes to worst, I've got the gem."
"You won't need it." She rolled her hips provocatively. His fingers dug into the flesh of her back, still restraining her.
"Gonna do this right, though." He locked his cerulean stare with hers. "We do this my way. Clear?"
"I do understand your terms." She nodded.
"Not really terms. More promises. Gonna make you scream my name for hours, Pet."
She smiled as he gathered her close. His cool fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her head back. He growled when he noticed the scar riding her skin.
"You're gonna long for me after this. Won't even remember his bloody name." He pressed his lips against the scar in a tender kiss. She shivered and held him to her. When this was over he would be hers. She hummed deep in her throat, encouraging him.
The girl had receded into the fog of the drugs, and she had this rare moment of control. Fate had joined them, made them strong. This one, this Buffy, was good. Worthy. She deserved a true protector, one to stand at her side or guard her back, an equal.
The beautiful one was fierce. He would match the girl, make her stronger, help her hold on to life. He would show her joy. The slayer pulled at the waistband of his pants. He could have his hours later. She needed him now.
He growled against her neck. She laughed at the threat. The sound echoed through the large room. Oh, he was glorious. Brave and brash, he was exactly what this girl needed.
"I like these jeans, Woman. Leave them be." He pushed her hands away from his pants and pulled her wrists behind her back,pressing her chest into his. "You want me, Slayer?"
She nodded.
"Then we do this my way." His blue eyes flared amber, and he forced her body even closer to his with a small move of her wrists.
"Your way is taking too long." She rubbed against him, pressing her breasts against his bared flesh.
"Fine then." He tossed her over his shoulder. "I'll fuck you in the poof's bed."
He moved quickly, kicked open the double doors, and tossed her onto a bare mattress. This room bothered the girl, but time was limited. She propped her torso up on her elbows, looked down the length of her body, and fastened her gaze on him.
He stood transfixed at the foot of the bed. His duster was discarded on the floor, and he was dragging in great gulps of air.
"Tell me this is real." His hands rested on the waistband of his jeans. "Tell me you want me."
"I want you."
He unbuttoned the top button of his pants.
"Need a bit more than that." His voice sent a shiver down her spine.
"Make me scream, Spike." She tossed her hair back, showing him the scarred side of her neck.
"That's right. Gonna make you scream for me." He shoved the jeans down and kicked free of them and his boots. He was perfect. She rubbed the palms of her hands on the mattress.
He slid one hand up her smooth leg, pushing it to the side and opening her up to his gaze.
"Have there been any since the poof?"
The slayer slowly shook her head.
"Good." He put a knee on the bed and slid his body onto hers. She arched up to him. "This'll be a tight fit."
He rammed his cock into her, one stroke. She quivered as the flash of pain faded into pleasure.
"Wanna get fucked by a demon, Slayer, you better be prepared for it." He pulled out and thrust in with more force.
The slayer gasped against his shoulder. He was holding back even as he punished her with this roughness. She needed the demon. His humanity was strong. She admired him more for it, but humanity wouldn't do.
"Harder." She dug her nails into his back. Her body would heal.
He moved the bed as he pounded into her, but it wasn't enough. His demon was still hiding from her. She bit her tongue hard, letting the blood well up in her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his hips and grabbed his head.
His eyes were already golden. She smiled and pulled him down for the kiss that would drive him mad. Their lips met and she thrust her blood drenched tongue up into his mouth. The scrape of his shifting bones heralded the demon's full arrival.
She whimpered as the demon pushed her shoulders down and cleaned her mouth of every drop of blood. He tossed his head back and roared as he thrust deep into her. She shuddered and rose to meet him, snarling as she tossed her head back.
Their eyes met, and he stilled. It was time. She rolled them on the bed and rose over him, letting his golden gaze take in her undulating body.
"Do you want me, Demon?" She grabbed her own breasts and rolled the nipples between her thumb and forefinger, enticing him.
He growled and shoved his hips up, driving into her.
"Tell me." She pressed one hand to his chest, holding him down. "Tell me."
"I want you, Slayer." He growled.
It was enough. She leaned forward and licked a drip of her own blood from the side of his mouth. He snarled and turned his head toward her, but she pulled back. The white scar of his sire's mark was bared to her. She touched it, running her finger along it again and again.
His growl turned to a groan as she toyed with the mark. The sire's claim was strong, but it no longer mattered. She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering all the bits of her will, and bit deep into him. She felt the cool flesh part and tasted his cooled blood. The sire's mark flared against her, but she sucked his blood into her. Each pull removed the other female's hold. No other would have claim over him now. She yanked her teeth from his skin and grabbed his face, turning it to her.
"Mine." She panted. "You are mine."
His golden eyes took in the blood that dripped from her mouth. She waited for him to challenge her claim, but his eyes flickered with pricks of blue. He raised a hand to her face and traced her bloody lips.
"Yes."
She rolled them again and offered her own scar to him. He thrust deep into her. She whimpered and arched her throat up.
"Do you want me?" He stroked the mark once.
"I want you." She smiled.
He pressed his lips against the mark gently, kissing it.
"Please." She shoved her hips up taking him deeper into her.
"Patience, Slayer." He stroked her hair. "I want to savor this."
His fangs grazed the mark, sending her pulse into overdrive. She shuddered and clung to his shoulders. It had to come soon. Demons weren't usually tender.
His fangs slid in deep, smoothly cutting through her skin. She shivered against him as he sucked her life force slowly, drawing out the ecstasy of each heart beat. He pumped into her brutally. She welcomed the small jolts of pain. She was his. This was his right. He was her mate. Her fingers threaded through his hair and held him to her throat, encouraging him.
He slid his fangs from her, and she moaned in disappointment.
"Mine." He cupped her cheek and turned her to face him. "You are mine."
"Yes." She smiled as her demon tossed his head back and roared his victory. His body erupting in completion. She welcomed all of him to her. The girl stirred and sank into the bliss as the lines began to blur between them.