Banner by Vampkiss
Banner by Vampkiss
November 1775
Elizabeth was getting lightheaded from all the twirling about as her guardian, nay… her fiancé, led her through the intricacies of the waltz. It seemed she’d been dancing since arriving at the Earl of Valasay’s estate – her popularity soaring among the Ton once her engagement to the Earl of Arundel had been announced. The party had been an impromptu gathering of her friend, Francesca. Just a few close friends she’d said. A pre-wedding celebration of sorts, something to help relieve the stress of dealing with her wedding arrangements.
She should have known better.
In much the same manner as the Duke of Sevring’s intimate affair had been, the Countess had outdone herself, and no less than one hundred people were either dancing or loitering about. Her mind boggled at how quickly her friend had been able to arrange the gathering at such short notice and Elizabeth couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever have the aplomb to carry off something of this magnitude once she was married to William. His titled status making such things almost mandatory.
Elizabeth’s mouth formed a slight moue at the blister she could feel forming from where her new boots cut into her heel. The continuous dancing wasn’t helping matters. Just when she was about to beg off from dancing with William, Elizabeth felt herself twirled off the dance floor and out onto the patio.
A few couples were wandering about, taking in some much-needed fresh air; the room inside had become stifling with all the activity and people milling about. She spied Renee and would have walked towards the vampiress, but was led away before she had a chance.
“Will—”
His look cut off her objection.
She knew that look. Had seen it often enough these last few weeks.
Her breath quickened. Surely he wasn’t…wouldn’t…
When she was led, not towards the gardens that were visible from the patio, but around the side of the building, away from the observant eyes of the others, Elizabeth could only gape at his back in astonishment. But her pace didn’t slow in the slightest. If anything, she matched him stride for stride, until he came to an abrupt halt and she nearly ran into him.
He had her twisted around, her back pressed up against the stone wall, his lips swallowing her startled gasp before it could be heard. She melted against him, arms sliding up to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer as he devoured her mouth.
It didn’t matter that they were out where anyone could happen by and catch them in such a compromising position. No, she was solely focused on William, and his fingers already beneath her skirts, stroking her slit through the cotton.
She heard the fabric give way, one claw tearing a haphazard line over her opening, exposing her. Elizabeth tore her mouth from his, moaning his name helplessly as two cool fingers slipped inside her and began to pump furiously.
~*~
Feeling her body’s eager response appeased Spike somewhat. Oh, he knew he was being irrational – that the Slayer was his. But, every time he’d happened by the ballroom, she’d been on the arm of a different fop.
And he’d become jealous.
And possessive.
So, when it finally came time for his turn to spin her about the room, he was in a seething rage – though had somehow managed to hide it from her – and desperate to mark the girl.
Which was why they were outside. Tucked away in a hidden corner of the earl’s estate where none could watch him reassert his claim.
Just thinking about it had him ready to burst in his pants, and he quickly removed his fingers, taking a moment to lick her juices off his hand – smirking at her whimper. He had himself free and buried in the Slayer’s quim shortly thereafter. Taking her hard and fast right there against the wall.
‘Mine, mine, mine,’ his mind silently chanted.
Each grunt forced from her, validated his claim. It made him smile…and fuck her harder.
Until she was gasping his name as her body surrendered to orgasm.
A lure which was too strong for him to resist.
Burying his face in her exposed neck, Spike let himself go, spending himself within her fiery depths until his legs grew weak and he sank wearily to his knees, pulling her down with him – uncaring of the grass stains that he might obtain.
Elizabeth breathed heavily, her head resting against William’s shoulder. Her arms were still wrapped tightly about his back, unwilling to let him go just yet. Not that William seemed in any hurry to set her aside and rejoin the others either. If anything, he appeared to be basking in the moment, much like she was.
It made her smile.
And her body unconsciously tightened around him.
“Mmmm… do that again, luv,” Spike mumbled into her neck, bestowing a kiss to her exposed flesh.
“Do what?”
His grip tightened on her waist and he rocked against her. Feeling her inner walls squeeze his cock again, he chuckled softly.
“That…” And he thrust back into her velvety heat.