Fighting For Love
Chapter
18
by Tami
“Spike, make it all disappear, make it all go away,” Buffy
appealed to her mate.Spike had started to drift off when he
felt Buffy relax against him. He didn’t open his eyes when he
replied, “I wish I could banish all your bad memories, love.”
“But you can, Spike. Riley made me feel dirty and no longer
yours.” Buffy looked up into Spike’s eyes. “Please, make love to
me, Spike. Make me yours again.”
Spike growled angrily at the lengths Riley went to disabuse
Buffy of the knowledge that she was loved and claimed by him,
Spike, William the Bloody. He crooked a finger under her chin
and brought her lips up for a kiss. “Buffy, I love you.” He
touched his claiming mark on her neck. “These marks are proof of
my claim, no human can challenge them. Same goes for the
claiming mark you made on me.”
Spike trailed his fingers down Buffy’s throat to circle his
fingertips around her nipple. Hearing her sigh in pleasure made
him swell up in pride. He kissed her passionately, licking her
lips open. When he pinched her nipple, she moaned into the kiss
and arched against his body.
He pulled back and looked down at her beautiful face. “If
you’re sure you want this, I’ll try and go slow.”
Buffy squirmed and nearly cried hysterically, “I want you to
be you. I want you to wipe Riley’s touch from my body. If I
don’t get it off now, I’ll never want to be touched again.”
Spike raised his brows in astonishment. His mate wanted him
to wash her body clean of her assailant’s touch. It was what he
wanted to do ever since he took her out of the caves, but he
didn’t expect her to want it this soon. Yes, her physical
injuries were healed with Slayer abilities, but he was more
worried about her mental state. He looked down into Buffy’s
hazel eyes and saw the pleading in them, and the sight crushed
him like no other feeling before it.
Spike didn’t speak, only took her in his embrace, crushing
her against him and kissed her hard with all the feeling he had
in his being for her. He felt so much emotion break through that
his senses couldn’t handle them all and blood tears slid down
his cheeks, dripping onto her face. He pulled back enough to
lick the blood off her cheeks.
Buffy arched against Spike like a taut bowstring. Her greedy
hands rubbed over his body, reacquainting herself with the cool
flesh and hard muscle that was truly hers for the taking. She
stroked her nails down his stomach to rake along his hips. She
opened his pants, pushing and tugging them down with hands and
feet that chafed his legs to get them off. When his shaft
flopped against her mound, she moaned and pressed up against it.
“Please, Spike, I can’t wait any longer,” she pleaded.
Spike reached down and spread her thighs, dropping his hips
into the cradle of her thighs. He positioned the head of his
cock at her entrance, and watched her reaction as he plunged his
shaft deep inside her hot tunnel.
Buffy clawed his arms and cried out in ecstasy when Spike
thrust deep inside her. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips
against him, letting her muscles contract around his cock. She
groaned when he began thrusting slow hard strokes, grinding his
pelvic bone against her clit.
Spike watched Buffy’s reaction to his long, deliberate
thrusts until the feeling of her heat wrapped around his cock
became too much for him to bear without closing his eyes against
the exquisite torture of her muscles squeezing the shaft.
The same feeling that tortured Spike became too much for
Buffy. She hugged him against her, literally sobbing into his
shoulder as her hips bucked faster against his thrusts, her body
straining against his. “Spike! You’re tormenting me! Fuck me,
please?”
Spike growled in response. He gripped her hips, his fingers
digging into the soft flesh. He held her hips steady at the same
time as he slammed his cock into her, the force of his thrusts
causing her body to quaver under him. With each cry of passion
his thrusts rang out of her, the harder and deeper he pushed. He
bit her full lip drawing blood when she rotated her hips against
him. The taste of her blood and her response to his demanding
pace drove him mad.
Buffy arched and bucked against Spike faster, grinding
against him. She whined as her orgasm hit when he bit into her
lip. She shattered around him when her orgasm exploded through
her. She leaned up and sank her teeth into her previous mark.
“MINE!”
Spike let out a feral growl and responded through clenched
teeth, “Always yours, Buffy,” before sinking his own teeth into
his marks on her neck and snarled, “MINE!”
“Completely yours, Spike,” Buffy cried out softly.
They collapsed together in a heap. Spike wrapped his body
protectively around her with his shaft still buried inside her
warmth. They fell asleep tangled together.
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Angelus looked at Riley’s body hanging from the rafters. The
boy’s body was bleeding profusely from the deep wounds that had
been inflicted, the vampire didn’t think the kid had long to
live, if he had managed to survive the torture this long.
Angelus knew he had to remove the body before Buffy
discovered it the next morning. At the same time he thought
about Buffy, he heard her scream in orgasm. He smirked at the
sound, knowing his grandchilde did what he had silently asked of
him and erased Riley Finn from Buffy’s body and thoughts. From
now on the boy would be just a distant memory to the Slayer.
Hearing the orgasm was all the permission Angelus needed to
end the torture session. He cut the rope that suspended Riley
from the rafter. He vamped and gripped the back of the boy’s
head, before savagely plunging his fangs into the man’s throat
and draining what was left of Riley’s blood. When the blood
ceased to flow, he retracted his fangs and let the body fall to
the ground. He basked in the euphoria for a moment before his
demon withdrew into the background again.
Angelus took great care in cleaning up the blood and
disposing of the body. He buried Riley in an unmarked crypt and
sealed the door. He made sure there were no bloodstains to be
seen – a task that he had perfected over the years.
After washing himself of the blood, he climbed the stairs and
opened the door to Buffy’s room. Spike was curled around Buffy’s
body protectively. When Angelus moved closer to the bed and
disrobed, Spike gave a territorial growl. Angelus ignored the
warning, knowing Spike did it instinctively, and climbed into
bed, wrapping his arm around Buffy’s waist. As far as Angelus
was concerned, Buffy was back in the Aurelian fold, protected
by two vampires and surrounded by family. He would take on the
role as head of the family and protect both Spike and his
grandchilde’s mate. |
