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Chapter 19

The days flew by in a blur for Elizabeth until the day of the Duke of Sevring’s ball arrived – her formal coming out. She’d yet to really speak with her guardian and wasn’t quite sure where she stood with him. Whispered rumors continued to abound about the Earl’s marriage, speculation as to the identity of his intended rushed through the ton like wildfire. But as yet, no name had been forthcoming.

It didn’t help matters that the Earl was tightlipped about the subject and any questions directed his way were met with a glare and a growl.

Elizabeth just found her melancholy growing, only relieved somewhat when the Earl continued his nocturnal visits. Since that time he’d been so rough with her, she had noticed a subtle change in his persona, and a bright blush stained her cheeks as the more graphic stunts of his sometimes near-savage lovemaking flashed before her eyes. It was a wonder she could even move afterwards during one of his more aggressive sessions.

The nicks and cuts on her flesh were a testament to the violence he sometimes exhibited, but just seemed to heighten their encounter. Yet, when she woke on the morrow, the cuts had faded, leaving no sign of the minor injuries. Puzzling…

Added to the fact that he practically ignored her existence during the day…well, her emotions were strung tight, just waiting to explode.

Now, as she reclined in her chair in the sitting room in the late afternoon hours, her chaperone having retired for a light nap – of which she’d advised her charge to take – Elizabeth stared at the book perched on her lap, staring unseen at the text. A sudden movement at the door caused her to look up, and she came to her feet as the Viscount walked into the room.

“Lord Doyle,” she greeted, sinking into a graceful curtsey.

“Lady Summers,” he replied, affecting a quick bow. “I didn’t realize someone was in here. Shouldn’t you be resting for tonight’s ball? Don’t want to fall asleep mid-waltz, do you?”

Elizabeth sank back onto her chair, discarding the book she held in her hand on a side table.

“I am…it’s just, I was reading for a bit first.”

“Can’t sleep?”

“No… it’s just…nothing. Never mind. I’m sorry to have troubled you. I’ll retire to my room now,” she told him, coming to her feet to make her exit.

“Elizabeth?”

She stood poised before the door, hand on the knob to let herself out, when the Viscount called her name. She glanced over her shoulder to gaze at the man a silent question on her delicate features.

“Everything is going to be alright. You’ll see…Now go get some rest, you’re going to need it for tonight.”

She nodded, not saying anything and slipped quietly from the room.

Doyle glanced at the closed door and sighed. Not telling Elizabeth about her forthcoming nuptials had been Spike’s idea. Personally, he thought they should have told her before now. Just looking at her, you could tell she was unhappy. Having her subjected to the speculative gossip about her guardian’s marriage had left a strain on her. Her features were drawn and there was a resigned air about her that didn’t sit well with the half-breed.

He knew the vampire’s waiting to tell the chit was going to bite him in the ass, but he’d gone along with the other’s plan.

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Elizabeth slipped inside her room and leaned against the closed door, a dejected sigh escaping her slightly parted lips.

“What’s the matter, kitten?”

She nearly jumped out of her skin as his words floated to her. Her eyes widened to comical proportions as she took in the reclined form of her guardian spread out on top of her bedcovers wearing nothing more than a pair of breeches. A hand fluttered over her chest as if to calm her racing heart.

“What are you doing here?” she whispered, shocked beyond all reason that he’d presented himself in her room in broad daylight, uttering the question in her head.

She knew she’d made a mistake when his eyes narrowed and a frown appeared and she rushed to placate him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to question you…it’s just that…well, you’ve never come here during the day.”

He crooked his finger at her, beckoning her forward. “C’mere,” he whispered huskily. His features had taken on a predatory look, eyes filling with lust as she walked towards him.

When she stopped before the bed, he lifted his hand using his pointer finger to gesture in a circle for her to turn around. Elizabeth did as he asked, presenting her back to him, and moments later she heard a rustle of movement then cool fingers at the nape of her neck.

Her breath left her in a sigh as she felt the gown’s fastenings give way and become more lax on her frame before it slid down her body to pool at her feet. Then the stays of corset loosened until it, too, fell to the floor in a soundless heap. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as she felt his gaze roam over her, clad in only her undergarments. She felt him stand behind her and then she was moving as he guided her towards the end of the bed.

Spike sat at the foot of the bed and pulled her back towards him. Before them, the mirror reflected her shock and arousal as he slowly divested the Slayer of her undergarments. With her back still to him, he stroked his fingers along her spine, chuckling softly as she arched her body and shuddered at his touch. She was a vision, reflected in the mirror, her hair thrown back and cascading down her slim back nearly to her waist.

His hands appeared nonexistent as he fondled her breast, flicking and tweaking her nipples while cupping her breasts. One hand stopped kneading her plump breast to travel along the imaginary line down the middle of her body towards the dark curls that protected her mound. Cool fingers ghosted a path along her slip and she unconsciously widened her stance before him to allow him better access. He chuckled softly, pleased by her boldness.

His eyes watched her in the mirror as he slipped one finger past her folds and into her wet chasm, pumping his digit in and out in a lazy pace. She bit her bottom lip to keep from shouting her pleasure to the world.

“Open your eyes, luv,” he whispered at her side, his hands never stopping the delicious dual torment to her breast and pussy.

He watched as they fluttered open, noticed the glazed look as she stared unseeing. Couldn’t have that.

“Look at the mirror, pet. Watch what my hands do to you. See the pleasure only I can give you,” he coaxed.

Elizabeth did as he asked and focused on the mirror.

Was that her?

Dear God! What was he doing to her? She looked…she couldn’t quite put in to words what she looked like. Flushed face, heavy-lidded eyes, mouth open agape. Was that even her?

She tried to squirm away from his invisible touch, but he held her tight, sensing her resistance. Another finger joined the first inside her and her feeble protests halted as she concentrated on the new sensations flooding her womb. Her hips moved in tandem with his fingers sliding in and out of her core till she felt her legs start to give way.

He was there to catch her. Standing behind her and holding her fevered body back against his bare chest. His hand left her over-sensitized breast and she heard him fumble with the fastenings on his breeches, listened as the soft whoosh sounded indicating their flight down his slim hips. Then, she felt his hardened length press against her lower back.

She couldn’t believe it was daylight and they were making love like they had no care in the world. She’d not locked her bedroom door and the thought of being discovered only increased her arousal, even if her cheeks got suddenly pinker at the thought.

“What is it, kitten?” he whispered in her ear as he resumed his seat on the edge of the bed and pulled her down onto his lap still facing the mirror.

“The…the door. I didn’t lock it. Somebody…oh God…” she gasped as she felt a third finger join the first two, stretching her even more.

“Somebody might what?” he murmured in her ear as he bit gently on the lobe as he sucked it into his mouth, his eyes on the mirror as he watched her respond to him. There was something very erotic about watching her by herself in the mirror, watched as her body responded so willingly to his touch.

“Might…might…come in…” she responded breathlessly. “Might see…”

Although, by now, she really didn’t care. His thumb had started to make lazy circles over her nubbin while his three fingers continued their assault, sliding in and out of her…stretching her, preparing her. She felt his other hand slide down one of her legs, urging her to bend her knee and straddle his hips.

His fingers slipped from her channel and before she could protest, he was filling her with his length. His hands moved to grab her hips, guiding her movements as he taught her how to ride him, slow and deep, maximizing the sensation.

“Watch yourself ride me…”

Elizabeth’s eyes opened and she stared at herself bobbing up and down on the bed as if riding a horse. Only, she’d never derived so much pleasure from that activity as she was now. Tentatively, her hands rose to cup her bouncing breast, flicking her thumbs over her nipples as William had done.

“That’s it. Imagine it’s my hands on you, my lips sucking those pert nipples into my mouth…feel what it does to you.”

“William…”

“Yeah…I feel it. I feel your response rain over my cock as you ride me. Give me more. Harder…Faster….”

His hands showed her what he wanted, increasing her pace, until the sound of her bare ass slapping into his lap mingled with their grunt and groans.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. I’m gonna have you just like this every day. You’ll be mine – mornin’, noon, and night. No one to stop us…”

“What…about…wife?” she gasped, the breath nearly knocked from her with each downward thrust on his cock.

“You’re mine,” he snarled, sinking his fangs into her shoulder.

Elizabeth cried out as he pierced her flesh, but the noise was swiftly cut off when his hand covered her mouth. Her hips never stopped their frenetic pace while he bit painfully into her shoulder. She saw her blood start a trail down her chest and reacted instinctively, releasing her breast to grip his hand that covered her mouth, pulling it away before striking blindly at his forearm.

The pain in her shoulder was becoming almost unbearable and she bit harder, her blunt teeth penetrating his skin until she tasted blood. He released her abruptly, his hoarse shout of pleasure filling the room and she felt him flood her womb with his release. She rode him till she felt the throbbing of his cock ease, all the while sucking like a babe at his arm.

She should be reeling at what she’d done, what she was still doing. Drinking his blood like it was the finest of wine. In truth, it was. It connected her to him, made her his.

His free arm banded around her stomach and she felt him lay his cheek against her bare back.

'She bit me!' Spike thought, attempting to regroup from the most intense orgasm he’d ever felt. He could feel her restless twitching above him and realized with embarrassment that he’d left her behind. Like some teenage sod on his first sexual conquest, he’d spilled his load without any thought to his partner.

Even though he was evil he wasn’t selfish.

He eased her off of his lap, and settled her on her back. Pulling her towards him until her ass reached the edge, spreading her legs wide. He could smell himself on her and he breathed in deeply before attacking her sensitive nubbin with tongue and teeth, ramming three fingers inside her weeping hole, curling so that they brushed across her special spot. Her hips bucked off the bed, her fingers fisted into his hair, holding him in place. He alternately flicked and nipped at her clit and watched intently as her head thrashed from side to side on top of the coverlets.

Spike grew hard once again and he surged to his feet.  Fisting his hand around his cock, he teased her entrance with the head for a bit, sliding it up and down along her slit.  Without warning, he positioned himself at her opening and rammed his way home. Groaning as her heat enveloped him.  He gripped her hips hard, knowing instinctively that there’d be faint marks later, and thrust himself over and over into her slick passage.

She was gorgeous, his Slayer. Her hair fanned out behind her. Naked breasts bouncing as he drove into her. Her fingers clutched at the sheets, struggling to hold herself in place. She’d bitten her lip again to stop her screams of pleasure.

Her orgasm caught her unawares, crashing over her as she strained to get him deeper inside her. A maelstrom of sensations gripped her body and she gave herself over to them. But, he wouldn’t let her glide down gently. He continued his bruising pace until a second climax twisted her body, and even then he wouldn’t stop. It was as if he was trying to see how much pleasure her body could take before she passed out from sensory overload.

Because she’d bitten him and thrown his world for a loop.

Her third orgasm was mild compared to the others, but the fourth one caused her to lose consciousness. It was only then that Spike gave in to his need to come, allowed her body to milk his release until he collapsed on top of her, his legs no longer able to support him.

Spike lay there, listened to her breathing for a moment before finding the energy to lift himself off of her. He slipped into his breeches and dug a hand into his pocket, pulling out the box tucked inside.

Fucking the Slayer into unconsciousness hadn’t been part of his plan when he’d uncovered the secret passage leading from his room into this one. He’d wanted to place his ring on her finger before tonight’s ball – marking her as his for all of the Ton to see. But, when she’d slipped inside her room, he’d realized there was no way he was leaving without having another taste of her. He wanted to see her expression as she came in broad daylight.

And, now that he had, he wanted to see it a lot more often.

Spike reached over and lifted the sleeping Slayer into his arms and resettled her onto the pillows. She looked so innocent in slumber, and he found himself drawn to her despite himself. But, she wasn’t completely innocent, he reminded himself, staring at the oozing wound on his forearm.

He still couldn’t believe that she’d bitten him. And, hadn’t been put off by the taste. Had actually seemed to enjoy herself while she'd lapped at his blood…

Settling the covers around her pliant, nude form, he perched his hip on the edge of her bed. He opened the box and pulled the ring from its protective sheath. He’d found the blood red ruby tucked away in his vault. After creating a design on a piece of paper, he’d taken the stone and his drawing to a jeweler and commissioned him to create a betrothal ring, giving the man but a week to finish it.

Now, as he stared at the finished product, he was pleased with the result. Although he’d never been one for tradition, he’s managed to fashion the Aurelius symbol into the ring’s band, signaling to all that she belonged to their order even though she was human.

He took her limp left hand and placed the ring on her finger. The fit was perfect and he was pleased with the way it looked on her. He leaned over and brushed his lips across her forehead, then stood and exited the room the way he’d come.

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