Chapter 15
Buffy blinked, her mouth dropped open and all the breath that was currently in her lungs escaped as if someone had punched her in the stomach. She certainly wasn’t expecting that reply. Spike pursed his lips and closed his eyes. “I mean…” He sighed and spun around, grabbing the door handle. “Just get in the bloody car an’ let’s go.”
That seemed to shake her out of her reverie and her hand shout out, grabbing him by the arm and turning him to face her again. “Did you just say…”
He smirked and looked to the moon for an answer, though none came. He’d really fucked it up now. Him and his stupid mouth! “Slayer, let’s do this after the big fight, yeah?”
She frowned at his usage of ‘Slayer’. He was not going to say that he loved her only try to pretend nothing had happened! “Spike…”
“Oh, bugger this!” He roared and pushed past her, pacing the dark asphalt as he lit yet another cigarette. “You bloody women drive me insane! ‘s not my fault, you know! It’s yours! With your short skirts an’ your big green eyes! I can’ help it, you know! Always been love’s bitch. An’ if you think this is funny,” he pointed at her with a warning glare when she giggled to herself and she sucked her lips into her mouth to try and hide it, “then think again! I’m not the one who prances around lookin’ like sex on stilts, that’s you!”
“Spike.”
“An’ you know what?” He ignored that she’d addressed him and marched over to her, glaring, coming inches away from her. “Dru bloody well knew it! She knew I’d felt something for you an’ I didn’ listen. Know why?” She just stared at him. “Because she’s fucking crazy, that’s why!”
“Spike!”
“What!”
“Shut up!”
He sighed abruptly and clenched his jaw, folding his arms over his chest like a scolded child and stared at her incredulously. “Fine,” he grumbled and kicked the dirt with the toe of his boot.
“Are you finished?”
“Yeah,” he pouted.
She bit her lip. “This would be a lot sexier if you were kissing me right now.”
His head shot up and he swallowed hard. “Uh…” Buffy raised her eyebrows, challenging him. “Right, then.” He pounced, pressing her into the side of the SUV and kissed her with everything he had. His mind was bombarded with a million phrases that he wanted to shout at that moment. One was, “Halleluiah,” another was, “About bloody time,” and his personal favorite was, “Suck it, Angel!” But he settled for blissful moaning instead. She tasted so sweet, so pure. Her body was so warm, so soft and he couldn’t resist palming the weight of her breasts in his hands, roughly tweaking her nipples and eliciting a soft keening sound from her gorgeous lips. His eyes shot open when he felt her hands fumbling with his belt buckle, and then he growled. “In the car. Now.”
She nodded and reached behind her to grab the door handle, her mouth still latched to his, and once the back door was finally opened, he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bench seat. He stared at her for a moment as he removed his duster and chucked it to the back. “Sure about this?” He was taking off his shirt.
“Yes.”
“Are you really, really sure?” He was tentatively getting into the car.
“Yes!” she giggled.
“Because sweetheart, I’m about to shag you until you can’t breathe.”
She panted and felt her cheeks grow warm, needing him more than she ever had. She knew he’d live up to his threat, hoped even that he would. “Will you just get in here and do it already!”
He smiled proudly and crawled over her, slowly licking his lips just before his face hovered over hers. “No turnin’ back, pet,” he pushed her skirt up and over her hips, “after this…you’re mine.”
She nodded dumbly on the verge of hyperventilating as her desire increased. “Please…”
He pressed his lips against hers and pulled away when she took off her shirt. “Fuck, look at you…”
“No looking! More smoochies.”
He chuckled and obeyed her willingly, dipping his tongue into her mouth and teasing her lips with his teeth. Spike was doomed to love this girl for the rest of his undead life and as soon as he made her his, he’d see to it that there were more moments like this. She’d blown his mind with how she made him feel. In the short time they’d spent together, he’d come harder and had more fun having sex than he ever had before. And he loved her. Every inch of her. Especially this one part that he was currently uncovering and licking greedily.
“Oh my god!”
“You love it, don’t you?”
“Yes! Please don’t stop!”
“Never.”
Buffy arched her back as Spike’s talented tongue spread her open and sucked her clit into his mouth. Oh, she loved how he did this! He knew exactly what to do to please her, never needed instruction, almost brought tears to her eyes with the intensity of it. And if he spoke to her, which he always did, all the better. He could say the nastiest things, things that would make her blush, but it just made her want more. That silky, low grumbling of his voice while in the thick of it was the sexiest sound in the world and she was willing to bet he could make her come just by whispering in her ear. She’d have to ask him to try it sometime.
“Feel good, pet?”
“Oh…”
“Tell me. Tell me you love it when I taste you, when I slide a finger up inside that tight pussy of yours,” he demonstrated thusly.
“God, yes!” she was shouting desperately, thrusting her hips wantonly into his mouth and hand.
“Mmm, Buffy…you’re gonna get it.” And god, did she want to get it! Any way he’d give it to her. Hard, soft, fast, slow…didn’t matter as long as it was Spike who was doing it. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that she’d be in the back of a rental car with a master vampire between her legs and screaming his name. And he’d said he loved her! Not Drusilla…Buffy! She wanted to shout it from the roof tops, wanted to record him saying it and mail it to the crazy bitch and rub it in her face! And oh, God, he was naked.
“Come here,” he purred as he sat up and patted his thighs.
“Ok,” she said shyly and climbed on top of him.
He kissed her again, softly this time, then kissed her cheeks, her jaw, her ear, and whispered, “I do, Buffy…I love you.”
He stroked her cheeks and almost dusted when she said, “I love you, too.”
Well, that was the smartest thing that had ever spilled from her lips, in his opinion, and he didn’t want her to ruin it, so he kissed her again, wrapped his arms around her waist and sighed happily. “Can we do it now?” he asked, biting his lip and looking up at her.
“I don’t know,” she teased. “I’m kinda tired.”
“Liar.” He wiggled his hips beneath her, trying to nudge his way in.
Buffy reached behind her and grabbed his hands that were banded around her hips and jerked them away. He frowned for a minute, wondering why she’d suddenly changed her mind. But then his nostrils flared and he gave her a wicked grin when she slammed his wrists on the seat and held him in place. “Don’t move.”
The demon inside him begged to protest, but Spike quashed the need for dominance just to see where she was going with this. Buffy in Slayer mode was sexy as hell and from the hard look she was giving him; he was in for a treat. So he sat still like a good boy and waited patiently, swallowing the urge to tell her how much he loved her again. And then he moaned, closing his eyes and dropping his head on the back of the seat as she sank down on him, just an inch, and squeezed.
“Please, Buffy…”
“Oh, are you gonna beg me you big bad vampire?” She didn’t know where her bravado came from, but making Spike squirm beneath her was too tempting to let go. She squeezed again.
“Fuck…you gotta…” he tried to lift his hips but she jerked away and glared at him. He chuckled silkily. “Minx.”
“You want it?”
“Yes!”
She sank down a little further, fluttering her eyelashes as the feel of him almost made her forget what she was doing. “Make me.”
Well, fuck if that wasn’t the winning phrase! Spike growled and thrust hard up into her, smirking arrogantly when she squealed. “Look who’s in charge now!”
“Oh god, Spike…yes! You’re the…oh, god,” she moaned as he started moving inside her.
“Say it! Say I’m the boss!”
He was only playing, but couldn’t stop grinning when she said, “You’re the boss! You win!” He’d let her tie him up later if it helped her precious ego. But now, when declarations of love were swimming around in the air, Spike needed to be in control. With inhuman speed, he flipped them over, kept one foot on the floor and a knee on the seat, lifted one leg over his shoulder and glided easily inside her, hissing as she strangled his cock. “You realize,” he kissed her ankle, “that I will never get tired of this, don’t you?”
She stretched like a feline and smiled coyly at him. “Better not. Oh! Or I’ll stake your ass. Oh god!”
“Idle threats will get you nowhere,” he grunted, and leaned over to kiss her as his hips took over. She was his perfect match, his slayer, his Buffy…and she felt better than anything in the world. Fit him like a glove, panted and mewled in such a delicious way, clawed at his shoulders, writhed beneath him and turned him on like no other. This was worth one hundred plus years of living. This, right here, this girl beneath him, looking at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers, silently begging him to bring her over the edge, her strong grip on his cock reminding him the power she held, the soft touch of her lips telling him how gentle she could be, and if he didn’t bite her soon, he was going to be very grumpy. “I’ll always keep you safe, Buffy,” he whispered against her throat, “always protect you,” he nipped her earlobe, “always love you.”
She raked her nails through his hair and kissed him, lifting her hips faster and faster, bringing them both closer to their climax. She pulled away and looked at him in a way that almost made him cry. Almost. “So will I.”
He could hear her heart beat coming faster, feel her muscles clamping down on him and knew it was time. His demon emerged and his fangs sliced into the delicate skin of her throat and drank. She cried out and clung to him, overwrought with sensation, her muscles tensed from her toes to her shoulders as he gave her the most beautiful release she’d ever experienced. Spike moaned against her throat as he drank, tasting her strength and her weakness, her femininity and her life, feeling a connection, a bond forming, an overwhelming need to keep her forever. He gently removed his fangs and licked the wound closed and said, “Mine.”
“Yours,” she sobbed, still caught up in the throes of her orgasm. Through her lust filled haze she managed to see him arching his neck, baring the mark she’d left earlier.
As she bit down and completed the claim, Spike came inside of her, gripping her body tight against his and had no problems saying, “Yours.” Because he was, now and forever. He’d wanted nothing more than to have this, to share himself completely with another who was willing to do the same. He’d never been happier, never felt more at peace than he did at that moment and as he looked in her watery eyes, he knew she felt it too.
He stilled above her, kissing her softly, brushing her hair out of her face and smiling warmly. “You ok?”
Buffy nodded and traced the line of his cheekbones with her fingers. “More than ok.”
“Sorry I shagged you in the back seat of an SUV, luv.”
She giggled and buried her face in his shoulder. “That’s ok. It’s better than the road.”
He smiled and kissed her claim mark, chuckling when she shuddered as tingles traveled from the mark to her clit. “That’s a bloody good look for you, kitten.”
She rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, well I like mine better,” she said as she dragged her finger down the bite mark on his neck.
“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, “guess that neat trick goes both ways, then.” He was silent for a moment and she cocked an eyebrow. “Um, pet?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m still…” he chewed on the inside of his cheek shyly and wiggled his hips.
She felt his cock still inside her, still hard, still ready to go. She sighed blissfully and lifted her hips. “Thank god, me too.”
He waggled his eyebrows and started thrusting inside her. “Fuck, I love you, kitten.”