Willow was sitting in her room checking her email when the phone
rang. "Hello?"
"Hey Will! It's Oz. Why didn't you ever call me?"
"Oz, hey! How are you? What are you talking about? I
didn't know
where you were. How are things in LA?"
"They're great, Will. Didn't Buffy ever tell you that I
called?"
Willow scowled. <How could she tell me when she's too busy
chasing
after Riley to even talk to me.> "No, she didn't."
"I'm sorry, Will. It's not a big deal, I guess. I just
wanted to
tell you that I'm not coming back to Sunnydale."
Willow's heart sank slightly. "Why not, Oz?"
"Baby, I know this seems sudden. Dammit, I wish Buffy had told
you
I'd called. Anyway, we've been offered a record contract.
It's our
chance to make a real break."
Willow could hear the excitement in her boyfriend's (or now ex-
boyfriend's) voice. "That's great, Oz. Really
great."
"Will, I'm sorry. You know I love you, but this is important
to me."
"No, Oz, it's okay. I love you too, but I want you to be
happy.
This is a great opportunity for you. You definitely shouldn't
pass
it up."
Willow heard him sigh on the other end. "I knew you would
understand, Will. You're the best. We're getting ready to
move into
a new place, but I don't have the number yet. I'll call you
when I
get it, okay?"
"Sure, Oz. Good luck."
"Thanks, Will. I've got to run now. Take care of
yourself."
"You, too, Oz." Willow hung up the phone sadly. Since it
had been
over a week since she'd heard from him, she wasn't surprised
to
discover that he wasn't coming back. <Of course, it wouldn't
have
been so long if Buffy had bothered to tell me he'd called! And
she's
not even around so that I could bitch at her.> Willow sighed and
glanced outside. Still plenty of time before sunset to get to
Spike's house.
"Hey Greg," Willow said softly to the dark-haired minion as
she
stepped through the door. She made her way quietly up to Spike's
bedroom.
Spike was laying on the bed smoking and reading the paper. He
glanced up as she entered. He saw the tears in her eyes and motioned
for Willow to come to him. Spike pulled her into his lap and brushed
a cool thumb across her cheek. "What is it, pet?"
"Oz called me. He's not coming back." Willow began to
cry softly.
"Pet, I'm sorry. It's probably best, though. You know I
wouldn't
have let you go back to him." Willow looked at him in
surprise. "Pet, you belong to me now. The wolf coming back
wouldn't
have changed that."
Willow's face hardened. "Would you have hurt him?"
"If I had needed to, yes. But from what you've described of
the wolf
to me, he'd have understood. You want to be with me. I think
he
would have respected that. And if he hadn't, I would have done
whatever it was necessary to keep you."
"You're so fucking sure of yourself," Willow spat.
"I am. But I'm also sure of you. It's just us, Red.
You don't have
to pretend that you don't want me. Who did you tell first?
Did
you
run straight to the slayer? Or maybe that moronic friend of yours?
You came to me because I'm your master. Because I know how to
make
everything better."
"He called before and talked to Buffy. She never even told
me."
Willow said softly.
"That's because she's a self-centered little bitch."
"Spike!"
"Am I lying, pet?"
"Well, Buffy has been pretty preoccupied lately. She and Giles
have
been busy trying to figure out what's going on with these
mysterious
army guys, and she's chasing after one of our psych TA's."
"I hope the blighter is smart enough to run," Spike muttered.
"Spike! You're mean."
"And don't forget it, pet." Spike's voice was hard,
and Willow felt
a slight shiver of fear run through her body.
"You still scare me sometimes, Spike."
"Good." He kissed her passionately, drinking in the combined
scent
of her fear and arousal.
"Spike," Willow whimpered.
"Do you miss the wolf, pet? Did you ever think about him when
you
were laying in my bed screaming my name?"
"No," Willow breathed as Spike reached under her shirt to
caress her
breasts through the thin cotton of her bra.
"You're mine, pet. Don't ever forget that."
"I won't, Spike. I'll always be yours." Willow said
the words
without even considering the implication they held for the blonde
vampire.
He smiled and flipped them over and proceeded to drive all thoughts
of Oz and anyone else out of the redhead's mind.
********************
"Will, I'm really sorry for not telling you about Oz
calling," the
blonde said.
Willow sighed. "It's okay, I guess. It's not like the
outcome would
have been any different. I just wish you had told me."
"I know, Will. But you know how busy I am with slaying and
school
and everything. And Riley finally asked me out, but I had to tell
him no."
"Why would you have to tell him `no'?"
"I know you're trying to act all tough about Oz not coming
back, but
I know you, Willow. I know it's tearing you up inside. I
thought we
should spend some girl time together to help you get through
this."
"Buffy, it's really okay. I mean, it is kind of a shock in a
way.
And I am sad that he's gone. But I also want him to be happy.
He
was so excited on the phone when he was talking about their contract
and their new place and everything. I know this is really what he
wants, so I'm okay with it."
Buffy nodded, but the expression on her face was one of pity. Willow
frowned. <Spike didn't pity me for Oz leaving. Of course,
Spike
also practically threatened to kill Oz if he tried to come back for
me, so yes I'm happy that Oz is staying in LA.> "So, Buffy,
what did
you want to do tonight?"
"I was thinking we should go to that frat party I was telling you
about. You know, get your mind off of things. It'll be good
for
you."
<Since when have I ever liked going to frat parties? Sounds like
it'll be good for you.> "I don't know Buffy. I was
thinking of
spending some time working on that psych paper."
"Willow, you need to go out and get your mind off of Oz, not stay
here so that you can mope around by yourself. In fact, maybe we
should try to find someone new for you. I bet Riley has some cute
friends."
<Yeah, some cute friends who would be cute dead friends if Spike ever
caught them with me.> "I don't think so, Buffy. I really
don't want
to meet someone new right now. Why don't you just go on to the
party
by yourself?"
Buffy sighed. "Willow, you know I don't get many chances to
get out
of patrolling. It's not fair for you to force me to go by
myself."
<Wait, I thought this night was for consoling Willow, not making the
slayer happy.> "Okay, Buffy, I'll go. But just for a little
while."
Buffy smiled. "Great! So what do you think I should wear?"
~~~~~~~~~~~
~Part 5~
Willow saw Buffy and Riley sitting together on the lawn and began to
make her way towards them. She stopped suddenly when she realized
they were talking about her.
"Buffy, I would think you'd be relieved that Willow is taking
this
whole Oz thing so well," Riley said.
"Don't you see, Riley? It's obviously just a big act.
She's just
trying to keep me from worrying about her. I know she's got to
be
devasted."
"She seemed fine when I talked to her."
"Riley, let's be honest. We're talking about Willow
here. It took
her like 18 years to get her first boyfriend. She's never going
to
find another man on her own at college. That's why I need your
help
setting her up with someone."
"But if Willow doesn't want to be set up…"
"Riley, I'm her friend. I know what's best for her. So
will you ask
Graham to do it or not?"
The two continued to argue, neither noticing the furious redhead as
she stormed away.
"I can't believe she would say that about me," Willow
muttered as she
threw open the door to Spike's house. A minion scuttled away,
knowing that whatever had upset the master's pet would almost
certainly upset the master as well. Willow tried to calm herself
as
she entered the main hall, knowing better than to cause a scene if
Spike wasn't alone.
Spike took in the redhead's appearance. Although she moved
carefully, Spike could feel the anger rolling off her in waves. He
dismissed the minions quickly and Willow moved to sit at his
feet. "Talk to me, pet," Spike said, stroking her hair
softly.
Willow related what she'd heard of the conversation, her voice
filled
with anger and pain as she repeated Buffy's words. "Do you
think
she's right, Spike? Could I really find someone new? I mean,
am
I
pretty enough?"
"Red, you're bloody beautiful. The only thing I see
preventing you
from finding another man is the fact that I'd beat you bloody and
rip
him to shreds."
"Spike," Willow giggled.
"I'm serious, pet. I've told you before, you belong to
me. And I
don't share."
"Bet you would have gotten terrible marks in kindergarten.
`Does not
play well with others.'" Willow teased.
"I think I play very well, pet. And so do you."
"Yes, but that's not the point at the moment."
"What is the point? That the slayer is even more of a bitch than
I
thought before?"
Willow sighed. "The point is that I'm really pissed off
right now.
I just want to scream."
"I can make you scream, pet," Spike said silkily. "Is
that really
what you want right now? Do you want me to help you let out all that
anger?"
"Yes," Willow answered shakily.
"Convince me," he whispered.
Willow knelt between his legs and trailed her fingers across his
growing erection, stroking him lightly through the denim. She lifted
her eyes to meet his, silently asking for permission. Spike nodded.
Willow deftly undid the button fly of his jeans, sighing
unconsciously as she freed his hard cock.
"You do that to me, Red," Spike said softly. He knew that
the
redhead needed reassurances that she was desirable.
Willow smiled at him shyly as she wrapped her warm mouth around him.
Her eyes never left his as her lips slid up and down his throbbing
cock. She scraped her teeth along the underside of his length,
eliciting a low growl from the vampire. He gripped her shoulders
and
pulled her up to crush her mouth to his.
Spike's hands shredded her shirt and bra as she wriggled out of
her
jeans. Spike tore off her panties and pulled her onto his lap.
He
kissed her hungrily as he drove into her wet pussy. Willow keened
in
pleasure as she began to ride him. Spike captured one of her breasts
in his mouth and sucked hard on her nipple. Willow groaned and
slammed her hips into him.
Spike released her breast to stare into Willow's flushed face.
She
was riding him with complete abandon, throwing all her energy into
her frantic movements. "Say it, pet. Tell me who you belong
to," he
said as he pinched her clit.
"Spike!" she screamed, exploding in orgasm as Spike bit into
her
breast.
Willow collapsed against him, resting her head on his shoulder as her
body trembled.
Spike stroked her back soothingly. "Better, luv?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," she replied breathlessly.
"It'll be dark soon. Would you like to go out?"
Willow lifted her head to look at him. "I think I would."
"Hop up then, pet. We'll shower first."
Willow stood and pulled on the remains of her shirt, staring sadly at
the ruined material. She glanced down at her town bra and panties
and sighed. The sound echoed in the large room, and Willow blushed
slightly.
"It's a little late for that, pet," Spike laughed. He
kissed her
firmly as he tucked his flaccid member into his jeans. "But I
like
the minions to know that their master's pet is so well-taken care
of." Willow glared at him half-heartedly. "Come on, pet.
They'd
have to be deaf to not have heard you before now." Willow's
scowl
turned into a gasp as Spike scooped her up and threw her over his
shoulder. He bent and grabbed her jeans, throwing them across her
bare ass to cover her as he walked up to his room.
Spike stood back and admired the redhead in the outfit he'd
chosen.
Black leather pants and a dark red crushed velvet top. He grinned
as
the redhead reached for her boots and began lacing them up. In spite
of her initial protests, the clunky boots were rapidly becoming the
only shoes she really wore anymore.
"Ready!" Willow proclaimed. "Where are we going?"
"Bronze," Spike answered.
Willow scowled. "But what if Buffy is there?"
"Then she can watch men drool over you."
***************
Willow returned to the table breathless. She'd been dancing
almost
nonstop since they'd arrived. It wasn't easy for Spike to
control
his demon at the sight of other men dancing with *his* Red, but he
consoled himself with the fact that he could always remind her of who
she belonged to later.
Suddenly Spike frowned. "Slayer," he hissed.
Willow turned around to see Buffy, Riley, Xander and some new guy
enter the Bronze. "You should go, Spike. I don't want to
let them
know about us. I'll be home soon."
Spike's anger at being asked to leave was softened by the
redhead's
casual referral to his mansion as `home.' He pulled her into
a
bruising kiss before disappearing.
"Hey Will!" Xander said cheerfully. "How are things
going?"
"Good. I'm pooped from dancing though. How's Anya?"
The ex-demon
had developed a stomach flu of some kind and wasn't a happy
ex-demon.
"Still a little queasy. But she's back to complaining about
how much
it sucks to be human instead of just puking all the time, so I think
she's getting better."
"Good, I guess. Hey Buffy, Riley."
"Hey, Will. This is Graham." Buffy leaned in and whispered,
"Riley
got him to come along tonight in case you were here. You should talk
to him."
"Hi, Graham." Willow said with a smile. "Riley, could
you and Graham
go get us some drinks?" As the two men walked away, Willow
turned
her attention back to Buffy. "What are you doing? I told you
I
didn't want to be set up with anyone," Willow said through
clenched
teeth.
"Whatever, Willow. You know it will help you get over the Oz
thing
for you to have someone new."
<You're right about that, but I already have someone new.>
"Buffy, I
appreciate your concern. I really do. But I don't need your
help `getting over the Oz thing' because I'm over it.
He's happy.
I'm happy. It's a big happy funland all around."
"Will, I know I've been busy. But that's no reason for
you to try
and push me away when I'm trying to help."
Willow took a deep breath to calm her nerves. "Look, Buffy, I
really
am okay. And it's fine with me that you're busy. I'm
busy too.
Just don't treat me like I'm some kind of child who
doesn't how to
handle my own life. I don't need your help." Willow smiled.
"See?
Happy."
"Willow, how can you be happy when your only boyfriend ever just
dumped you?" Buffy asked incredulously.
"At least mine didn't go psycho after I slept with him,"
Willow said
icily.
"Okay, now you're just being a bitch. I don't need
this."
"Neither do I, Buffy." Willow said as she stormed out of the
Bronze.
"Buffy, what just happened here?" Xander asked.
"Xander, she's pretending to be okay when I know she's
not. Then, I
go to the trouble to get Riley to bring Graham along so that she can
meet someone new. And now she's being a bitch when all I'm
doing is
trying to help her." Buffy rolled her eyes at the dark-haired
youth.
"Buffy, maybe you should actually listen when Will tries to tell
you
something." Xander stood and left the Bronze. If he was lucky,
he
would still be able to catch Willow. Xander caught sight of her and
almost called out to her when he realized that she wasn't heading
in
the direction of her dorm. Curious, he began to follow her.
He was
surprised when she made her way into an upscale neighborhood near
campus. He was even more surprised when she opened the door to a
large mansion and strolled through the door.
***************
Willow ran up the stairs to Spike's bedroom and found him waiting
for
her. He was sitting on the bed in only his jeans, smoking a
cigarette. "How'd it go, luv?" he asked.
"Buffy is just such a bitch. She can't get it through her
head that
I'm really okay about Oz leaving. Then she brought some friend
of
Riley's along after I specifically told her I'm not
interested in
being set up with anyone."
Spike's eyes flashed amber at the mention of the slayer trying to
play matchmaker with *his* witch. "Just forget about it,
pet."
Willow fell onto the bed next to Spike, her arms stretching over her
head. "Can you teach me how to fight?"
"Sure, pet. Why do you want to learn?"
"So I can punch Buffy the next time she treats me like I
can't even
think for myself."
Spike laughed. "You've got it, luv. But only if I can be
there to
watch. But I've got something else to take care of first."
Willow
looked at him quizzically. "I didn't much care for the
blokes at the
Bronze dancing with you. I think you may need a reminder of who you
belong to."
A shiver of fear and anticipation ran through Willow's body. She
licked her lips suggestively and stood. "If you think so,
Master."
Spike hardened at the word `master' from the redhead's
lips. "Strip," he commanded, a wicked smile spreading across
his
face.
***************
Xander knocked on the door. A young man with dirty blond hair,
Xander guessed about his age, opened it and stared at him in
amusement. "Hi," Xander said. "I'm looking for a
friend of mine who
I just saw come in here. Willow Rosenburg? Red hair, about
so
tall…" His description was interrupted when a strong hand that
jerked him inside and slammed the door behind him. Xander suddenly
found himself surrounded by vampires. "Shit," he muttered.
"Get the master," one of them barked. A minion ran up the
stairs.
"You know, maybe I have the wrong place," Xander said.
"Why don't I
just leave you guys alone and…"
"Don't move," the dark-haired minion growled.
***************
Spike had just finished tying Willow's wrists to the headboard
when a
knock at the door interrupted him. "This better be good," he
snarled
as he threw open the door.
The minion cowered. "I'm sorry to disturb you, Master, but
there's a
human downstairs who said he's looking for your pet."
"Description?" The minion stared in confusion. "Of the
human!"
"Oh. Uh, dark hair, brown eyes…"
"Xander," Willow said softly.
"Bloody hell! Keep him downstairs. I'll be there in a
minute. If
anyone hurts him, they will regret it." Spike slammed the door
and
strode to the bed. He untied Willow and tossed her clothes at
her. "Get dressed and come on out. But don't show yourself
yet. I
want to know why he's here first." Willow nodded.
"I'm sorry, Spike," she whispered fearfully.
"I know, pet. But you will make it up to me." Spike kissed
her
roughly before throwing on a shirt and leaving.
***************
Xander's eyes widened as he recognized the blonde vampire.
"Spike!
I thought you left town again."
"Well, you thought wrong, mate. What brings you to my happy
little
home?"
Xander shifted nervously under the blonde vampire's penetrating
stare. "I was looking for Willow. I thought I saw her come
in
here."
"Slayer got you keeping tabs on her friends?" Spike asked,
sitting on
a step and lighting a cigarette.
"No," Xander said defiantly. "We were all at the Bronze
and Buffy
was being a bitch. Willow left the Bronze but didn't head back
to
the dorms. I was just trying to see where she was going."
Xander
sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry for
bugging
you. If you'll just let me go, I'll try to find her."
"Demanding little bugger, aren't you? What if your little
friend
didn't want to be found?" Spike asked carefully. He could
feel
Willow crouched at the top of the stairs and knew she was listening.
"Look, Spike, not that I even think you care, but Will is my
friend.
We've always been friends. I just want to know that she's
okay. We
may not be as close as we used to be, but it's important to me to
know that she's all right."
"How important is it?"
Xander was puzzled by the vampire's interest in his feelings
about
Willow. "What do you care?"
"Just answer the bloody question!" Spike snarled.
"It's very important! Look, some stuff has happened
recently, and
Buffy thinks Willow isn't taking it very well."
"What do you think?" Spike's voice was calm and even.
"I think if Willow says she's happy then she's happy.
Well, except
when Buffy is being a bitch. I don't exactly understand how or
why
she's seems to be taking some recent events so well, but she
seems to
be genuinely okay. I just don't want her to get into
trouble."
Spike grinned mischievously. "You may be too late for that,
boy."
Spike tilted his head back and called to Willow. "Come down
here,
pet."
Willow walked down the steps slowly, avoiding Xander's
disbelieving
eyes. She sat on the step below Spike's and laid her head
against
his leg. Spike stroked her hair possessively as he stared at the
dark-haired mortal.
"As you can see, she's fine. The real issue now is what do
we do now
that you know she's here?"
"Willow?" Xander croaked.
"Hi, Xan," the redhead said softly.
Spike pushed her away gently and stood. "Bring him
upstairs," he
ordered one of the minions. Spike turned and grabbed Willow's
hand,
pulling her behind him as Xander followed in stunned silence.
Spike opened the door to Willow's room and led her inside.
"I'll
leave the door to my bedroom open, pet. You have one hour to talk
to
him, then I want him gone." Spike turned to glare at Xander
angrily. "If you hurt her, I'll kill you." Then he was
gone.
"You'd better sit down, Xan." Willow said, gesturing
towards a large
easy chair. Xander noted that the small room held many touches that
seemed to identify Willow as the room's primary occupant. He
also
noted the utter lack of a bed, and a shiver went down his spine.
"What's going on, Will?" Xander asked. He was concerned
about his
friend.
Willow glanced towards the open door, knowing that Spike was
listening to everything she said. "Spike and I are kind of
together." She raised a hand to stop his protest.
"Don't lecture
me. I know what I'm doing. And as strange as it may seem,
I'm
really quite happy with Spike."
"Will, I know you've always had a crush on him." Xander
smiled at
his friend's gasp of surprise. He was more observant than people
gave him credit for. "So it doesn't surprise me that
you're happy to
be with him. But what about Spike? Can you really trust him
not to
hurt you? And how long has this been going on?"
"A few weeks." Willow answered. "And if Spike was going
to hurt me,
he'd have done it already. I do trust him, Xan." She
lowered her
voice and leaned closer to him. "There are things about our
relationship that you're probably not prepared to handle yet, but
I
am asking you to trust me with this. I'm safe with him. No
matter
how things may look, I promise you that I'm okay."
Willow leaned back in her chair. "Willow," Xander said
seriously, "do you let him beat you?" Willow paled and
glanced at
the open door in fear. "Will, it's okay." Xander laid a
hand on his
friend's leg, ignoring the soft growl that emanated from the
doorway. "I'm not stupid, Willow. I know what relationships
like
this can be like. I am dating an ex-demon after all." A silent
look
of understanding passed between the two old friends. "Just be
careful and don't forget that I'm here if you need me."
"You won't tell, Buffy, will you?" Willow asked softly.
"Tell her what?" Xander asked with a conspiratorial grin.
Then he
frowned suddenly. "Are you going to move out of the dorm?"
"No. Buffy would want to know why and where I was going. But
I'll
definitely be spending more time here."
"Well, just promise to give me your number. I'd like to get
spend
more time together if you're not too busy."
"I'll never be too busy for you, Xan." Willow scribbled
something on
a piece of paper and handed it to him. "It's my cell phone
number."
She smiled at Xander's surprised look. "Spike likes to be
able to
reach me at all times."
Xander nodded. "I guess I should go. Take care of yourself,
Will."
He stood and walked towards the door. "Do you think I can come
and
visit you here?"
"Sure, mate," Spike said from the doorway. He was impressed
with the
young man. He'd always thought the boy was something of an
idiot,
but it was clear that the youth was brighter than he let on. And
he
obviously cared about the little witch. "I'll walk you out.
Oh, and
Red, I expect you to be ready when I get back."
Spike walked with Xander down the steps. "Spread the word,
mates,"
he called to the assembled minions. "This one is off limits.
So
is
the ex-demon."
"What is this? Some kind of slayer's friends club?" one
of the
minions asked snidely.
Spike responded by tearing the vampire's throat out. Xander felt
momentarily ill at the sight. "Anyone else have anything to
say?"
Spike growled.
The minions skulked away quietly as Spike closed the door behind
Xander and walked back up the stairs to where his pet would be
waiting.
"You know, pet, I'm not very happy about you allowing someone
to
follow you here." Spike said, eyeing her naked form
appreciatively.
Since she couldn't tie her own wrists down, Willow had opted for
handcuffs. Spike smiled at her ingenuity. It was one of the
things
he liked so much about her.
"I'm sorry, Master," Willow whispered huskily. Spike
could smell her
arousal already. He stripped off his shirt slowly, feeling her eyes
devouring him.
"You'll have to be punished for that."
"I know."
"And you'll have to be reminded of who you belong to."
"Yes."
"Do you want to be punished?" Spike asked silkily, trailing a
cool
hand along her stomach and watching the gooseflesh form in its path.
"Only by you, Spike."
"Why didn't you ever tell me you'd had a crush on
me?" Spike asked
with a smirk.
Willow blushed. "You never asked."
Spike nodded. "Is that why you didn't fight me more at the
beginning? Because you secretly wanted this?"
"Yes."
"You like to be dominated, don't you?"
"Only by you, Spike," Willow said again.
"Let's keep it that way, pet." Spike picked up the
cat-o-nine-tails
Willow had chosen on their first shopping excursion. He curled his
hand around the leather strips, pulling them through his hand. He
trailed it lightly across her stomach, watching her shiver at the
sensation. Her nipples tightened and a gasp escaped her lips as the
leather brushed across her nipples.
Spike chuckled. He hit her firmly across the stomach and watched
as
red welts formed on her smooth pale skin. Willow squirmed and
writhed on the bed, but she didn't protest. Spike smiled and
brought
the straps down a bit harder across her thighs. Willow yelped, but
Spike could smell her arousal building.
"See, pet, I told you that you'd learn to enjoy it."
"Yesss," Willow hissed as Spike hit her again. This time, he
drew
tiny droplets of blood on one of her legs. Spike paused to lick the
drops away and heard Willow's answering groan. He hardened in
response.
"You like that, pet?"
"Yes, Spike. Make me bleed," she murmured.
Spike found himself genuinely surprised by the redhead's words.
He
struck her again harder. This time she screamed in genuine pain,
but
Spike was quick to soothe her injured flesh with his cool tongue.
He
reminded himself that she was only human, and as such could be easily
broken.
"I love the taste of you, pet," Spike whispered against her
heated
flesh. Willow just moaned incoherently as Spike's tongue trailed
along the marks he had made. "Tell me what you want, pet."
Willow looked at him with lust-glazed eyes. "I want you inside
me,
my master," she purred.
"Is that all, pet?" Spike asked as he stripped and lay on top
of her.
"No, Master. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me cum.
I
want to feel your fangs in my breast as you cum inside me."
Spike groaned as he slid into her tight warmth. He couldn't
imagine
what he had ever done right in his unlife to deserve such a willing
and responsive partner, but he couldn't bring himself to argue
his
good fortune. Not when his redheaded witch was writhing beneath him,
moaning his name and begging him to bite her.
Spike sped up his thrusts, his control slipping rapidly as Willow
murmured lasciviously in his ear. He grunted as he felt her begin
to
orgasm around him, her muscles squeezing him tightly. He drove his
full length into her and buried his fangs into her breast as he
filled her with his cold dead seed.
"You're a bloody good pet, Red," he said as he stumbled
out of bed to
release Willow's wrists.
"I had a good teacher," she mumbled as she snuggled into his
cool
chest and drifted off to sleep.