Chapter Seven – A Promise Fulfilled



A low growl rumbled through her body, reverberating around his, as Buffy became frustrated by Spike’s calm, beautiful words as they sunk into her brain. How dare he do this to her? She was quite happy in her lonely, untouched world until he came along and started shaking things up! He just stormed into her unlife and turned it on its head, and then had the gall to expect her to just fall in with his plans!

Like it came easy to her. Like it wasn’t hard for her too. She was the Slayer for God’s sake, vampire or no, warrior she was through and through. And she couldn’t give that up…no matter how much she wanted to.

But oh, how she wanted to. There was something, something she was unsure of but she could feel it pulling, swirling, tugging beneath her skin and rushing around her blood stream, calling her to him. It was within her.

She wanted to let go, wanted to give in to the lust and protection his sultry voice promised. She wanted him.

Buffy whined, a low animalistic sound but Spike would not let her go.

“Choose, Buffy.”

As his demanding words reached her ears Buffy bucked, instinctively reacting to the commanding and authoritative tone of his voice – she lashed out. Unable to control the feelings writhing within her, her being reacted as it normally did in uncontrollable situations.

She lashed out.

Her hand wrenched itself from his tight grip in an attempt to strike him, but he caught it deftly, bringing her wrist up behind her back as he moved round to face her. She snarled in his arms, her legs trying to knee him in the groin. She watched as his eyes flashed a deep amber-yellow and suddenly realised that may have not been a good thing to attempt with a Master Vampire whose erection was pressing into your abdomen.

Choose…

A shudder rang through her as he pressed further into her and desire shot deep within her belly.

Choose…

She couldn’t… she wanted… she had to… she…

Choose…

Buffy growled at him, her own anger at her indecision spurring her on as she jerked her head forward in an attempt to bite him, to try and force him to release her, however her lips seemed to have a mind of their own and what had started out as a vicious bite ended up as more of a vampiric lover’s tease. Her fangs grazed his mouth, drawing a mere hint of blood before her lips followed, cleaning it sensually away.

Choose…

Her body seemed to have done that without her knowledge, and Buffy knew for certain that this was it, there was no going back. She could feel it. This was her destiny, here with this Vampire who had been calling to her from the moment he’d stormed into town. Her body soared when he was around, and her very soul – the one she swore she had lost when she had been turned – had begun to tingle back into re-awareness.

Choose…

She no longer needed time.

Choose…

She had chosen.

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Spike didn’t waste a moment at her obvious relent, his mouth captured hers, his lips commanding and forthright as he demanded kiss after insistent kiss from the blonde beauty that excited him so thoroughly. Her near violent actions were only spurring him further – finally he had found his match, his equal…

His mate.

Buffy growled deep in her throat as his tongue invaded her mouth drawing hers forcefully into play. Well, there was no need for force – she was already there. Suddenly desperate for his touch, his taste, she wrenched her arms free only to slid her fingers into his hair and drag his lips down harder upon hers.

Their tongues slid wetly against each other, as their hands finally explored the forbidden territory that they had just been granted open access to. Buffy’s hands trailed their way down Spike’s neck, only to crawl up in to his hair, tugging in an erotically innocent fashion on the softened ends. Spike practically purred under her administrations, using the opportunity to slide one of his hands around to her front, where it moulded against her pert breast, while the other slunk south to cup her bottom bringing her wetness into contact with his throbbing hard on.

Buffy cried out in first felt pleasure as his hard cock jerked straight into her tingling clit, and she reflexively bit him again, this time on the edge of one sharp cheek, drawing blood. However, this time she took her time in cleaning the wound she had inflicted on the Vampire that she was finally both recognising and acknowledging as hers. Her tongue laved the cut even as his lips gasped and panted beneath her chin. As his blood entered her awareness she felt like a million fireworks had just exploded within her.

Mine…

Her face morphed in to its vampiric visage, but in the dark light no one but Spike really noticed. Again she growled, and Spike growled back. This time their growls weren’t angry or lustful. They were possessive.

Possessive of each other. Possessive of their bond. Possessive of their binding that they were sure was to come. It was imminent. Even Buffy who had not, in her innocence and youth, the true realisation of the signals and reactions she was giving off, knew that tonight would be no mere slaking of lust.

It would be bloody.

It would be powerful.

It would binding.

“We’re leaving. Now.” He practically snarled at her, his voice contorting mid-sentence as he too changed to his true features as his lust began to overcome his senses.

Buffy keened softly, almost beyond vocal explanation as her demon became more and more aroused, and her body folded into his, giving him control for the moment as she allowed him to lead her wherever they were going. Wherever that may be…

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They had barely entered the old manor house when they began tearing off each others clothes, their vamped out status heightening their senses and strength as their lust was peaking to an almost frightening crescendo. The leather screeched in protest as it was torn, yanked and ripped from the writhing bodies it had once encased.

Growls and groans filled the air as the heat rose between them, and Spike attempted to drag his chosen to the bedroom – he didn’t want to take her out in the living room, like some common whore, but he wanted her so badly, he was almost worried he was about to embarrass himself! Suddenly, he was very aware of the ten or so minions that were loitered about the place and his demon reacted accordingly in response to their proximity to his chosen Mate.

“LEAVE!” He roared, his power filled voice rumbling around the whole drafty manor, reaching ever corner and every hideaway. It was the command of a Master Vampire, and it was not to be ignored.

They didn’t run, they flew in their haste to leave the building and not personally incur their Master’s wrath.

Spike never looked, neither physically or through his strengthened senses, to see if they’d gone. He knew they would – there was no need to check. He was Master of this house, this town, this Hell Mouth. And everyone knew it – even the God’s themselves would not dare to refute it.

Territory commanded, he turned back to the young vampiress in his arms. She was writhing against him, her inexperience obvious, but her allure double that of any other being he had ever laid eyes on.

Her reaction to his touch, now that she had finally accepted it, was delicious – so open, so desperate, so eager. He was willing to bet that she was untouched for despite her demon, her innocence shone through. And from what little he had understood from her angry explanation of her turning, he doubted her sire had even touched her once she awoke a Vampire.

Spike groaned, lifting and wrapping her smooth bare legs up around his waist, slamming her up against the nearest wall. His fingers trailed their way up to the junction between her thighs teasingly, until they came in to the damp, tiny lace thong that was a splash of black on her pale, yet oddly tanned skin.

“Fuck baby, you’re so hot!” Spike moaned in amazed delight between wet, biting kisses, as his fingers continued to circle, but never enter her sopping nether-lips.

“Slayer…perk?” Buffy suggested shakily through unneeded gasps, she had never, ever, gone this far with anyone in her life or unlife and she found herself starved for attention. Unable to stop, unable to control herself – her lust was overpowering her, and she felt like she was about to loose her head.

She didn’t care.

Spike growled at the reminder of what she was, his old prejudices surfacing for a moment. But then he paused, reflected – yes, she was the Slayer. But she was his Slayer, or she very soon would be. And even if she was a Slayer, there was something more within her – something more than blood, something more than privilege, something that he had sought out his whole life, but never found until now – she was his equal. So Slayer, or not.

He didn’t care.

“MINE!” Spike growled, thrusting against her and listening in satisfaction to her accepting scream as just the final attention of his cock, combined with the feel of his mouth tugging on her rosy, peaked nipple pushed her far into the abyss of her first ever orgasm.

Buffy slumped helplessly replete in his arms, a sappy smile gracing her features. With a tenderness he had not yet fully shown, Spike leaned forward and brushed his lips over her panting mouth, absorbing her pleasure, and her shock at said pleasure, into his body. He gathered her higher, and more securely, in his arms, and then started the journey up the magnificent staircase to his bedroom.

As he walked, he cuddled her closer and felt a low purr roll through her body as she snuggled into his neck, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

“Spike…” Buffy moaned, still reeling from the after effects of her orgasm. Her whole body was buzzing, her relaxation complete. If it wasn’t for the lust that she soon felt roar back to life she could have happily slept right then and there.

Spike groaned at her hot, kitten-like voice, his erection growing even harder at her tone, though he hadn’t believed that was possible. He had to get inside her. Quick.

Taking the steps two at a time, he quickly reached the master bedroom. Kicking the door first open and then closing it behind him in the same manner, he covered the distance between them and the bed in mere seconds. With careful hands he placed his Vampire on the bed, then stood back to take in the picture she made.

A low, excited growl rumbled round the room, and Buffy jumped a little when she realised it was her making that sound. Her shocked eyes rose to meet Spike’s, relaxing when all she saw in them was desire, pure and lasting. A small, half smile touched her lips and then widened into a full out smirk when her lover growled, his eyes flashing with lust.

Her merriment was short lived when Spike shook off the few remaining scraps of leather and silk that had barely encased his body after the ravenous, thought slightly incomplete disrobing that had occurred downstairs. The smile slipped off her face as her absorbed features took in the beauty of the demon in front of her. Her lips parted to a gasp as her eyes continued to traverse the well sculpted planes of his body, her tongue dipping out to wet her dry lips as her gaze paused at the sight of his hungry cock jutting proudly from his body.

Fear of the unknown flashed in her eyes, but it was short lived as the Vampire began to crawl over her, like a panther stalking his prey he slunk over the bottom of the four poster and up on top of her. And she was very much his prey, Buffy realised, as his hands demandingly tore the rest of her clothes off and his possessive gaze swept over her. He wanted her. Had always wanted her, even from their very first meeting. The knowledge gave her courage, and her anxiousness seemed to leave her along with her clothes.

Spike growled again as her young, naked body was finally revealed to him. His amber eyes flashed gold with lust and he pounced, his mouth quickly finding hers and ravishing it into a submission that she willingly gave. In his vamped out status his fangs tore into her soft flesh and her blood began to flow freely into both their mouths. Buffy moaned, and not to be outdone sliced his perfect mouth on her teeth letting his blood drip and mesh with her own.

As their hands clawed at it each other their nails tore into their partners skin, sending rivulets of blood across their bodies, providing a lubricant of sorts to their frenzied thrusting. Overcome with desire and unable to hold himself back, Spike finally tore his mouth from hers, lapping at the final trails of blood before descending on her body with equal passion.

His tongue covered every curve and every dip. No inch was left uncovered, and no orifice left uninitiated. His body was ruthless against hers and she was powerless to resist, and what’s more she didn’t want to – could never want to; couldn’t ever imagine not wanting to.

When finally his exploration seemed over, and his mouth returned to hers as she continued to reel from her ninth orgasm of the night, she flipped them roughly and began her own exploration. It was all uncharted territory for her, and in more ways than one. But his constant moans and groans, accompanied by the ever present seductive rumbling growl that rolled around the room and deep within her heart, spurred her on.

Her mouth laved every cut, her demon proud and unabashedly so in the knowledge that she was marking this master among vampires; that he was about to be hers the way she finally accepted she was already his.

Spike was writhing beneath her ministrations, barely able to believe that this perfect little innocent was causing all these feelings and desires within him. More talented was she then any other he had met, and he knew he had to make her his. The thought of anyone else sampling such beauty caused a snarl of displeasure to escape his lips, the sound causing his beloved to pause in her actions and the waft of fear to reach his senses.

Immediately he was contrite and quickly brought her up and beneath him, kissing her with a passion and a tenderness that it caused her human heart to break at the supplication of his will.

“Gonna make you mine, Slayer.” Spike growled softly in her ear as his cock rubbed teasingly against her protective nest of curls that had yet to be fully breached. “Never gonna let you go.”

A flash of power filled Buffy and suddenly the vampire and Slayer within her were once again one and quickly she spun him under her, keeping him nestled against her.

“Gonna make you mine, Vampire.” She growled back at him, biting roughly at his ear and reopening the just closed wound there. With a moan of unsuppressed pleasure her tongue darted out to collect the precious fluid and keep it in her body.

At the sudden pain, Spike’s demon roared back to life and all at once the Slayer was beneath him and he was slamming inside her body in the ultimate act of possession.

Their union was violent. It was possessive. It was bloody.

But these were no ordinary lovers.

These were warriors.

Born to fight.

Born to kill.

Born to claim.

Besides, more than that – their union was binding.






A/N: TBC....Chapter Eight – Of Possession, Of Blood, Of Pain

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