For Love of a Wolf: Alric's Story

by SpikesKat

Chapter 7

She’d obviously lost her mind… and what will she had before being captured.  There was no other explanation for her wanton behavior – and in a public place no less. 

Not that any of the club’s other patrons were paying them the least bit of interest, intent as they were on their own amusements. 

Tala stifled a moan before she realized that her master enjoyed each and every noise she made.  His lips latched onto her neck and sucked at the mark he made earlier, and she was helpless to prevent the shudder that went through her body, or the way her back arched, shoving her bare breast more firmly into the hand fondling it so lovingly.  The thumb brushing back and forth across her nipple had her whimpering with need.          

“Please,” she whispered.  And she didn’t know if it was to make him stop, or whether it was a plea for more. 

He seemed to think she wanted more, trailing his lips from her neck to her chest to latch onto the distended bud he’d been teasing.  Her head fell back and she keened her pleasure.  Her hands, which heretofore had been lying by her sides, somehow managed to find their way into his hair to hold him in place – too far gone to realize the huge no-no she was committing by touching him without his express permission.  

The growl that rumbled in his chest and the way he attacked her breast with renewed vigor indicated that he clearly didn’t mind. 

Music faded to the background, as did the muted conversations being carried on all around her.  Her world narrowed to just her and her master, and the things he was making her feel. 

A hand slipped between her legs and she didn’t even flinch at the touch – not even when she felt her throng drawn aside and a cool finger traced up and down along her slit.  If anything, she strained to get closer.  To ease the ache he was causing between her legs. 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

It took a minute for the quietly uttered words to penetrate her pleasure-induced haze.  Especially given that his hand and mouth hadn’t bothered to stop and wait for her reply.  Tala tried to get out that no, she didn’t, but nothing would come out of her mouth.  She shook her head, praying that it would be enough. 

“No?  You want me to stop?”   

One finger teased her opening and it was all she could do not to scream; his teasing was going to drive her crazy. 

She shook her head in answer to his question. 

“No?  You don’t want me to stop?”  His voice was a husky purr against her breast. 

She nodded. 

“Yes?  So you like what I’m doing to you then?” 

Again she nodded. 

Alric teased her with his finger, sliding it knuckle-deep inside her pussy. 

“Feel good, pet?  Do you like having my finger inside of you?” 

“Please, Master.”   

“Please what, pet?” 

“I…” 

“Please put my finger inside you.  Please touch my clit.  You’re gonna have to tell me, pet.  Tell me what you want.” 

“Please… your finger…” 

“You want it here… or here?” he asked, his voice dropping another notch as he slipped his finger from her pussy and moved it up to her clit, rubbing the single digit in a circular motion around the sensitive button.   

His eyes faded to a deep amber at seeing how responsive she was, how eager she was for his touch. 

He could lay her back on the couch and fuck her right there in front of anybody and she’d let him. 

Because she was his slave.  His property.  His to command. 

He stilled abruptly and stared down at the creature writhing on his lap. 

What the hell was he thinking? 

Alric looked up to see no less than five other demons staring at him, and the show he’d been about to give them.  He vamped and snarled in their direction and all but one turned away.  The last one, he noticed, was the demon that had been bidding against him for the girl. 

“Mine,” he snarled at the other, his demon not liking how the other seemed to challenge his claim.  He brought the girl upright in his arms until she straddled his lap facing him.  His eyes boring into the other demon’s over her shoulder, Alric fisted his fingers in her hair and yanked her head to the side, exposing his faux-claim mark. 

His fangs sliced into her neck before he had time to think what he was doing, ignoring the girl’s pain-filled gasp and how the other demon’s eyes narrowed angrily.  His demon would not be denied.  The girl was his… would always be his.  Only his. 

Her blood smeared his lips when he finally tore his mouth free from her throat. 

“Mine!” he demanded, glaring up into her tear-streaked face. 

Tala stared down at him, her master.  There was something in his manner that demanded her total capitulation.  Her eyes trained on him, she nodded solemnly. 

“Say it!” he growled.  “Tell me.” 

It came to her then, the words he needed to hear. 

“Yours… now and forever,” she whispered.  One hand lifted to hesitantly trace the ridges on his brow.  Anything to placate him.  To bring back the gentle lover she’d lost. 

The tension in Alric ebbed at her pledge, his demon now appeased.  There was just one thing left to do. He drew her down for a kiss, nicking his tongue as he did so.   

Her mouth was already open, sensing that this was to be no chaste meeting of lips.  And she was right.  His tongue thrust inside her mouth without preamble, forcing her to swallow the small amount of blood pooling in his mouth.  She did, and he continued to kiss her a moment before reluctantly pulling back, whispering in her ear the words that would bind them together for all eternity. 

“Blood of my blood, forever marked mine.” 

~*~*~*~*~ 

The demon was still staring daggers at him when Alric reluctantly pulled away and helped his pet to her feet.  He made a production of retrieving his katana from the seat cushion as he stood, letting the other get a good look at it before clasping it about his waist.  If the demon wanted to fight, he was more than ready for him.   

It would be completely in character as Mr. Maximilian to cheerfully separate the demon’s head from his neck for daring to covet what was not his. His brief confrontation in the pits had proven as much. 

The Chinamen, however, could see that a situation was brewing, much to his disappointment, and Alric had to console himself with growled threats if the demon so much as looked crossways at him again. 

“Let’s go, pet.” 

Alric guided the girl down the winding staircase and over towards the door, pausing only long enough to retrieve her heels and cloak before they departed the club.  The lackey that had escorted them inside materialized at his elbow for their return trip, soliciting questions as to his enjoyment of the party. 

“I enjoyed myself immensely, and please convey my appreciation to your bosses for the invitation.” 

The Chinaman affected a bow as he walked slightly ahead of the vampire, murmuring that he would relay his regards.   

When they reached the main part of the club, Alric palmed his cell phone and dialed Bob’s number.  It was answered almost immediately by the chauffeur, who informed the vampire that he was pulling out of the valet parking and would meet them at the front entrance.  Alric snapped the phone closed and resettled it in his pocket, and with his hand in the small of his slave’s back, he steered her towards the front door. 

 ~*~*~*~*~ 

“Why don’t you take a shower, pet?  Wash the smoke off…  I’ll join you in a minute.” 

Tala nodded her compliance as she stepped out of her high heels and shrugged out of her cloak, handing both to the chauffeur.  The jewelry clinking against her body marked her progress from the living room to the bedroom.  Two sets of eyes followed her until she was out of sight. 

She left the bedroom door open, Alric was pleased to see, and he spared one final glance in her direction before he turned away to boot up his laptop. 

He had a few names to give Adam.  

He’d no sooner transmitted the encrypted information than his cell phone began to jingle in his pocket.  Rolling his eyes, he pulled it out and connected the call. 

“Are you sure about these names?” Adam demanded not bothering with a greeting. 

“Well, hello to you too,” Alric groused.  “And yes, I’m sure.  I was right there when their lackey introduced us.  Kinda hard not to get the names right, doncha think?  Why?” 

“Wah Sing Ku is Chinese Triad, or was… It’s safe to say the others are as well.  If the Chinese mafia is trying to break into the demon underground…”  He left the rest unsaid.  Alric knew what would happen.  Other gangs from around the world would want a piece of the action.  Human slaves would become a premium commodity and they’d have a problem of epic proportions on their hands.  “I’ll inform our sire and see if I can find out whether Wah and the other two are acting on their own, or if the Triad is somehow involved.  What are your plans for tomorrow?” 

“Mingle in the crowd, see if I can get a lead on some of the top breeders.  We may have to cut off a few arms in addition to the head.” 

“Guard your back.” 

“Always. Should I look for you tomorrow night?” 

“Probably. Though it wouldn’t surprise me if our sire will have us leave tonight.  In light of this new information, I think he’ll want to move fast.  And truth be told, I think we could all do with a bit of fresh air.  We’ve been cooped up at Jocelyn’s place long enough.” 

Alric laughed. 

“It’s been what… barely a week?” 

“A week too long, if you ask me,” Adam grumbled.  “Anyway… the building off of Factory Road would be my guess.  I think Spike will want to maintain your cover for now, so don’t look for us at the Landmark.”  

“Alright.” 

The two said their goodbyes and Alric hung up the phone. 

“Bob?” 

The chauffeur appeared by the vampire’s side. 

“Yes, Max?” 

“Take a drive.” 

“Um… for how long, sir?” 

Alric’s eyes were trained on his bedroom and what he knew he’d find the moment he walked inside. 

“I’ll see you after breakfast.” 

Which meant sometime after three in the afternoon, Bob thought.  He sighed heavily and grabbed the car keys from the table. 

“Very good, sir.  Do you require anything while I’m out?” 

“No… there’s money in the console if you get tired.  Actually… just call down to the front desk and book a room for the night.  Have them bill me for it.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

“Bob?” 

“Yes, Max?” 

“Call me sir once more, and I’ll tell Buffy you have a girlfriend.” 

“Understood, s— Max.” 

“Good.  Now get out of here.” 

Bob didn’t take exception to the vampire’s tone.  He’d sensed a change in Alric the moment he’d picked him up from the club.  The furtive glances he’d cast toward the bedroom throughout his entire conversation with Adam had been telling as well.   

Something had happened between him and the human girl.  Something profound. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow around three,” Bob told him. 

Alric gave him a distracted nod, his feet already carrying him towards the bedroom… and the girl he’d claimed. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

“Buffy!  Fuck… god, luv.  Don’t stop,” Spike pleaded, his hands tangled in her hair and guiding her movements as she sucked him off.  She tongued the veins running along the underside of his cock, and it was all he could do not to shoot his load into her mouth. 

Buffy swallowed him down and hummed, knowing what the vibrations did to the vamp.  Her eyes twinkled as he began to babble inanely – a mixture of poetry and gutter talk that had her motors revving and raring to go.  But right now was about him.  He’d caught her fair and square and this was his treat. 

Not that she minded in the least.  She loved the power she held over her husband when she had him like this.  Plus, it gave her a little thrill knowing that she was capable of driving him just as crazy as he did her. 

She scraped her teeth along his shaft as she pulled back. He got off on the pain, and she wasn’t shy about giving it to him. A shiver went down her back at his answering growl. 

“Want to come in my mouth?” she asked him, tonguing the tiny slit on the head of his cock.  It leaked tiny drops of precum at her words and Buffy lapped at the pearly secretions and swallowed them down.

“Buffy…” Spike whimpered. 

She released him abruptly and sat back on her heels, knees spread wide so he could see where her hand was now playing. 

“Or is this where you wanna be?”   

Spike was in a quandary.  Her mouth or her quim. 

“Tell me, baby,” Buffy cajoled. 

God, she was a tease, Spike thought, and damned if he didn’t love her for it.  He watched her play with herself a bit more before he sat up and hauled her onto his lap. 

“I’ll tell you,” he growled, pushing her hand aside and replacing it with his dick.  “This is where I wanna be.  Right here.”  His fingers gripped her hips and lowered her down onto his cock as far as she could go. 

“Feel good, luv?  Like it when I’m buried in your snatch?” 

“Guh…” 

“You want it fast…… or slow?” he taunted, turning the tables on his wife.  “A hard fuck… or nice and tender?” 

Buffy was greedy, she damn well wanted both.  Twice… if she could stay awake long enough.  Spike had a habit of drawing out the slow bits. 

“Hard… hard first,” she panted.  “Then slow…” 

“Whatever the lady wishes.”

Spike pulled the Slayer off of him and flipped her onto her stomach.  Her ass was in the air and swaying enticingly when he clambered to his knees behind her.  He knew she was wet and didn’t bother to prepare her any further, not that it would have mattered either way.  She wanted a hard fuck and he was going to give it to her. 

He spread his legs, forcing hers wider, exposing all her tender bits to his heated gaze.  He gripped himself firmly in one hand and used the other to pull her back onto his cock.  Her inner walls stretched to accommodate him as he slid home, and Spike allowed himself one brief moment to savor the feel of being buried inside her tight sheath.   

Then his hands dug into her hips and he gave her what she asked for. 

The bed shook with the force of his thrusts as he plowed into her from behind.  Her lusty moans and demand for more were driving him around the bend.  His hand fisted in her hair and yanked her up against his chest.  Her cry of pain was nothing compared to the one she gave when he sank his fangs into her throat. 

She climaxed immediately, screaming his name. 

Spike growled in triumph and tore his mouth away from her neck, shoving her face back into the mattress – nowhere near done with her yet. 

“A hard fuck… this what you want, Slayer?” 

“Umph…” 

“You like it when I fuck you like this?  Take you from behind like some bloody animal?” 

“Spike…” 

“You do… don’t you?  Tell me, baby.  Can’t come until you…” 

“Yes… Oh god, yes… Spike… come.  Please...” 

Spike groaned her name and let himself go, his hips on autopilot as he pumped into her long after he was spent.   

Buffy was right there with him, muffling her scream into her fist as a second orgasm ripped through her body. 

They collapsed on top of the bed, Spike still draped over her back.  He swiped hastily at the bite mark still oozing blood; wouldn’t do to have her complain about getting the sheets all bloody – not that he cared. 

“Give… give me a…a minute…,” she gasped.  “Then we can do slow. M’kay?” 

Spike chuckled and managed to find a bit of strength in his arms and legs to pull out of her and flop onto his back.  He couldn’t resist the bare ass staring him in the face and gave it a little love tap. 

“Wore you out, Slayer?” 

Buffy shrieked in outrage, and rolled over, her eyes gleaming with retribution, both at her flaming ass cheek – damn vamp didn’t know his own strength sometimes – and because he’d yanked her out of a nice post-coital haze. 

“Uh uh, kitten.”  He held his hands up, the grin on his face unrepentant.  “Nice and slow, this time… remember?”   

“Ooohhh… you!” She grabbed a pillow and threw it at his head. 

A knock at their bedroom door prevented any further horseplay on their part. 

“Come.” Spike called out. 

“Sire,” Adam began as he opened the door.  “I’ve news from Alric.” 

“Is he alright?” Buffy asked.  Beside her, Spike rolled his eyes at her motherly concern. 

“He’s fine, Buffy.  He’s given me some information, however.” 

“What is it?” Spike asked, sitting up from his reclined position on the bed, sensing his childe’s urgency. 

“The people running the trade show are Chinese Triad… or were.  If this gets out or is allowed to finish…” 

“We’ll have these bloody things popping up all over the place,” Spike concluded.  He stood and reached for his jeans; Buffy grabbed her robe and slipped it on.  “Gather the others in the study.  We’re leaving for the city tonight.” 

Adam nodded and slipped out of the room.

tbc...

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