Willow grinned at Cordelia, running her fingertips along the furry wool blanket draped across the back of the couch. A fire was roaring in across the room, casting flickers of light over everything in view, the heat filling the lavish sitting room. The red head couldn’t believe the luxurious cabin Angel had been lucky enough to be able to rent on a moment’s notice when he decided they would spend the last week of their vacation in Switzerland. She had been utterly unprepared for the cold weather, the sight of so much snow taking her aback. Three hours and a few hundred dollars later, she was bundled in a fluffy green sweater courtesy of Spike’s credit card.
“Again Angel hits the jackpot when it comes to places to stay in Europe,” Cordelia whispered. Her eyes traveled over the room, lighting on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. Images of making love with her three companions in front of a roaring fire flooded into her brain, her body heating up with the simple suggestion of it all. She wanted to hold and be held by the three people she had come to love during their months in Europe, wanted to find comfort and pleasure in their arms. She smiled, picturing the ways in which they could all pleasure each other.
The red head watched her soon-to-be-lover stalk around the room, admiring every line and curve of her body under the layers of warm clothing she was wearing. Tonight would be the night she took Cordelia to her bed for the first time. Her eyes caught the brunette’s and she smiled, licking her lips slowly. “Want to get settled in? The boys said they’d be back in a couple hours.”
Cordelia nodded. She grabbed one of her many suitcases and walked slowly down the hallway towards the bedrooms. To the left a door opened on a room decorated entirely in blue, an already illuminated lamp causing the ceiling to look like the daytime sky. That would be a good room for Willow and Spike, she decided, opening the door on the right. The second room was decorated in deep burgundies and off-whites, definitely something her own mate would enjoy.
Entering the room quickly, the brunette tossed her suitcase on the bed, returning to the living room to get the rest of them until there was nothing left. She opened the nearest case to her, happy to see she had chosen the right one. An assortment of nightgowns lay folded within. Satin, silk, lace, just about ever texture a girl could want was trapped in the small case. She held up a red silk nightie, something she had bought in Paris.
“That one’s nice.”
Cordelia turned at the sound of the red head’s voice so close by, a rush of desire shooting through her veins when she noticed the girl sitting in the chair behind her. “It’s even nicer with me in it,” the brunette replied, her eyebrow arched slightly as if asking the witch to have her wear it.
She wasn’t disappointed in the least.
“Put it on for me?” Willow whispered, her voice low and husky. She smiled softly as Cordelia grabbed the nightgown and made a move to go into the private bathroom. “Uh-uh,” the red head admonished. “Right here, in front of me.”
The brunette’s eyes widened slightly with the haughty tone of voice her friend was using. Then she saw the playful spark in the emerald green eyes of the red head and couldn’t help but smile. “As you wish…” She tossed the nightgown onto the bed and, with one smooth movement, the former cheerleader pulled her sky blue sweater over her head, tossing it on the ground next to her suitcases. Nimble fingers tugged the bottom of her white turtleneck out of the top of her jeans and it quickly joined the sweater. She smiled, winking at the watching witch as she ran a hand between the slope of her breasts.
Willow watched, spellbound, as Cordelia continued to undress, her eyes admiring the well formed body of the shapely brunette. Perfectly tanned breasts heaved beneath a white lace bra and, as the jeans came off, the red head could see matching underwear. Through the lacey panties she could see the faintest hint of the brunette’s dark curls and longed to feel them as she slid a finger into the girl.
With her eyes never leaving those of the petite red head seated before her, Cordelia unhooked the front clasp of the bra. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were released from their lacey confines. Dark nipples hardened in the cool air of the room, tightening into perfect little buds as she continued to stare at her friend. Reaching onto the bed behind her, the brunette grabbed the silky gown.
“No need…” Willow purred. She stood slowly, stalking towards her friend, eyes alight with lust. Pink painted fingertips reached out to gently tease one of the brunette’s hardened nipples, flicking at it softly. Cordelia moaned and the red head took the opportunity to start kissing her, their tongue joining in the warm depths of their mouths. She took the nightgown from the former cheerleader, letting it drop with a whisper of silk to the ground at their feet.
With an insistent push, the red head forced the brunette down onto the half of the bed that wasn’t covered in suitcases. Her hands traced delicate patterns over the other woman’s soft flesh, eliciting moans of pleasure from the tanned beauty. The witch halted her caresses long enough to take off her sweater, throwing it onto the ground with the rest of the discarded clothing. She moaned aloud as Cordelia began to knead at her breasts through the simple cotton bra she was wearing.
Cordelia’s mind wasn’t working very well seeing as how it was clouded with two thoughts – making love to Willow and having the red head make love to her. She twisted at one of the hardened nipples jutting out through the thin fabric of the bra. With a move born of years of practice, the receptionist reached behind her friend with one hand, unfastening the slip of cloth and letting it slide gracefully over her pale arms. The brunette purred, leaning up to take one of the rosy buds into her mouth, biting it gently between her teeth before suckling at it.
Willow moaned, leaning down over the brunette’s head so that the girl could get a better angle. The feel of her soft lips suckling and nibbling at her nipple was ecstasy. She had never imagined in a million years that being with Cordelia could feel so good, so right. This was truly her family. She pulled back from the brunette, sliding off of the side of the bed to remove herself of the last of her clothing as Cordelia wriggled out of her underwear.
The brunette groaned at her first glimpse of Willow’s passion soaked cinnamon curls. Reaching out, she slips one delicate finger between the red head’s wet lips, bringing the now soaked digit back to her mouth. Her eyes never leaving those of the young woman in front of her, Cordelia slid the finger in her mouth, tasting the juices she had just stolen from the red head. She moaned softly, wanting more.
The red head didn’t miss the look of pure lust in her friend’s eyes and wasn’t about to deny her what they both wanted. She turned slightly as she laid on the bed again, laying on her side and getting them into the perfect sixty-nine position. With eager fingers she parted the wet lips of Cordelia’s sex, leaning in to lick gently. She groaned softly as the brunette began to do the same to her, licking with long sure strokes over her clit. She caught the passion swollen knob of the former cheerleader’s clit in her mouth, her moan sending vibration along it in a wave of pleasure.
“Wills…” Cordelia moaned, her tongue darting in and out of the red head’s passion slicked channel as the witch continued to ply at her clit with her talented lips and teeth. The brunette regained control of her senses enough to slip first one then two fingers into the girl, thrusting them in and out as she continued to tease her wet folds with her tongue.
Following the brunette’s example, Willow slipped two fingers inside the burning hot passage, moving them in and out as she licked and sucked at her clit. She brushed gently at the swollen nub with her thumb as she thrust her fingers into Cordelia, eliciting another moan from the girl’s passion glazed face. She could feel her own orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, rising like a wave, and wanted the brunette to join her in release. “Come for me, Delia,” she purred against the girl’s clit.
Cordelia felt her whole world turn upside down at the husky words of her friend. She moaned, abandoning herself to the orgasm she had been holding back for what seemed like forever, having wanted to draw out the pleasure as long as possible. She released the red head’s clit from between her teeth, screaming her name as she came, fingers till brushing urgently at Willow’s throbbing sex.
“Delia!!” Willow cried, her body shuddering as her own release washed over her in a mind-numbing wave. She shut her eyes, crying out to her goddess as the last pleasure filled shudder coursed through her. Sighing, the red head opened her eyes to see Cordelia staring at her with a mixture of sleepiness and wonder.
“That was amazing,” the brunette murmured. She twisted slightly, kicking the suitcases off of the foot of the bed and pulling back the covers.
“Mmmm. Amazing.” Willow agreed, joining the young woman under the blankets. She yawned, wrapping her arm around the still sweat-soaked body of her friend and lover.
As they drifted off to sleep, neither noticed the smirking vampires who calmly shut the door, lust filling their eyes as they went to take care of their own passions.
************
Spike followed behind his Sire, his mind still reeling with what he had seen in the bedroom only moments before. His beautiful red haired witch, sweating and naked, in bed with his Sire’s gorgeous mate. Just remembering it made his cock swell back to full attention, pushing futiley at the strict encasings of his denims.
The living room was lit only by a roaring fire by the time Spike made his way back to the room and Angel was no where in sight. The blonde sighed, breathing out a gust of air so unnecessary it was a habit more than anything else. So the Poof wasn’t going to be with him tonight? Spike growled softly in frustration. He had thought for sure that he would get another chance with his Sire the night the girl’s finally decided to play together. But, as usual, the ponce had disappeared.
“William…”
Spike whirled at the sound of his given name, peering into the darkness for the creature who had dared uttered it. The one word had sent shivers along his spine, reminding him of a time almost one and a half centuries ago when he had heard it for the first time. In the back alley of a pub, as he mugged a noblewoman. There he had learned true fear – and true lust – at the hands of the demon with the face of an angel. That night he had heard his name for the first time spoken by the creature who would own his body and very soul until the fateful night that angelic monster chose to turn him.
“Bloody hell, Peaches…” Spike grumbled softly. He could neither see nor sense his Sire, a trick he was sure to ask the Poof about when the night was over.
“Shh…” The voice floated to him again. It was little more than a whisper in the large room, nothing more than a gust of air blown through dead lungs and past cold lips. The blonde could feel his cock aching for release and knew that it would be a while before he would be able to seek that release. The games his Sire could play sometimes lasted for hours. Very pleasurable, teasing, frustrating hours. He groaned aloud at the next words. “Strip for me, my darling boy?”
Spike looked around the room again, still finding no trace of his playful Sire. Cool fingers reached up, pulling his trademark black t-shirt from the waist of his jeans and then over his head. In the relative coolness of the room his nipples tightened, stiffening into hard, pale pink peaks amidst the whiteness of the muscles of his chest.
“So perfect…even after all these years,” Angel’s voice drifted from behind him. The blonde didn’t bother to turn, knowing his Sire wouldn’t be there by the time he did. Instead, he popped open the top button of his jeans, the sound harsh in the stillness of the room. With a slowness he knew must be agonizing even to his tease of a Sire, the blonde eased down the zipper, his erect manhood springing into view as he neared the bottom. Kicking off his shoes, Spike pulled the jeans down past his ankles, throwing them onto the floor next to his shirt.
Waiting was always the hard part of Angel’s games, Spike knew. He could remember many a night where the wanker had forced him to wait for hours before offering him any kind of relief. Hopefully tonight wouldn’t be one of those times.
“No boxers or briefs. Good to see some things will never change.” Again the haunting whisper floated through the room. It was a tease in itself, to know that his Sire was somewhere nearby, close enough to touch most likely, but he didn’t know where. Almost unconsciously his hand drifted down to his rock hard shaft, stroking it lightly as he waited for the poof to take the next step.
“None of that, William.” Spike growled as a hand snaked out of the darkness to slap at his wrist, the offending member fading back into the room before he could even see what direction it had come from.
“Come on, Peaches. Its been too long.”
Angel paused in his path around the room. Smoldering chocolate eyes took in the sight before him with open delight. His body and pretty face were what had originally attracted the dark-haired vampire to the mortal then known as William. He had fallen in love with the sight of the brown haired man who could kill almost as ruthlessly as one of his own kind the first time he saw him. The curse the gypsies had laid on Angel, not even a century ago, had ended all of that – cursing him to spend the rest of his unlife away from his most beloved Childe.
But all that was over now.
Now he had a second chance.
He felt his own cock harden at the sight of his Childe’s ample member jutting out from his body like a pole. How many nights had he taken and received pleasure from the tantalizing creature before him? How many nights had he sucked on that long shaft until it exploded in his mouth. He couldn’t quite recall each and every time, but he was sure it had happened thousands upon thousands of times. Even when Drusilla had been around, Angel had still made time to be alone with his precious Childe.
Tonight that Childe would again be his.
Moving forward, the dark-haired vampire kneeled in front of the blonde, taking every inch of the younger vampire’s shaft into his mouth before Spike even realized he was there. He moaned around the thick length as the blonde threaded long fingers through his gelled hair. His tongue swirled teasingly around the head of his Childe’s rod, lapping off the pre-cum that had formed at the tip. Again he moaned, expressing his delight in all the blonde had to offer. All he could give to him without every doing anything but standing there.
The feel of his Sire’s cool mouth on his hard shaft was almost enough to make Spike cum. He placed his hands gently on the back of the dark-haired vampire’s head, not holding him so much as guiding him in his efforts. He tipped his head back, ice blue eyes closing in ecstasy as he neared the precipice of his release.
Angel sensed his childe’s impending orgasm and pulled back, giving the cum tipped head of the blonde’s cock one last lick. “Like that?”
“Sire…” Spike’s crystal blue eyes were flecked with gold. He looked into the burning brown depths of the eyes of the creature who created him, feeling his cock ache for more of the sweet torture the older vampire was so good at giving.
“William…” Angel brought his mouth down over his Childe’s, kissing him with a passion to make up for the decades they had spent apart. He groaned as he felt the strong fingers of the blonde rub gently at his own aching erection through the fabric of his pants. He barely heard the sound of his zipper being eased down and then the fingers were touching him, wrapping around the silky smooth skin of his cock.
The older vampire moaned, tilting his head back to allow his Childe access to his neck. He groaned again as sharp teeth nibbled and nipped at the tender flesh, working their way up from the top of his chest to his throat…then finally his jaw. He growled suddenly, his demon pushing forward to the fore. “Want you. Now.”
Spike grinned at the commanding tone of his Sire’s voice. He grabbed both sides of the older vampire’s silk shirt, ripping it off with one violent tug. Buttons clattered as they crashed into the surrounding furniture, resounding in the room like a cannon. The blonde captured one of Angel’s hardened nipples in his mouth, biting into it enough to draw just a small taste of his Sire’s precious blood.
Angel was so entranced by the feel of his Childe’s hands and lips on his body that he didn’t mind the bloodplay. Normally he wouldn’t have tolerated it. It just wouldn’t due for a Childe to drink of his Sire’s blood without said Sire’s permission. But now, just for one night, Angel didn’t care. He wanted his Childe to have him – body and soul, blood and mind, heart and demon.
The lube fell from the dark-haired vampire’s pants pocket as Spike pushed the pants to the floor. He picked it up, tossing it from hand to hand with a small smirk on his face. He raised an eyebrow in question, throwing the tube at Angel without a second thought. He wanted to be topped by his Sire, wanted to feel him thrusting into him and claiming him all over again.
“Kneel down, boy,” Angel’s voice was husky as he commanded Spike. He watched with anxious anticipation as the blonde threw him a smirk and kneeled on the floor amidst the thick rug. The fire in the fireplace cast shadows along the white marble of his skin. Sinking down to his knees, Angel squirted a small amount of the lube on his hand, stroking his thick rod as his slipped another lube-covered finger into the tight ring of his Childe’s ass. He slowly worked the finger in and out, loosening up the blonde as he prepared his own aching cock for the plunge.
Rocking back onto his Sire’s slippery finger, Spike moaned in passion. “More…please.” His soft begging trickled into the air, more of a groan than a plead. The finger was removed and he felt the swollen head of his Sire’s cock replace it. “Just. Do. It.”
Angel growled, ramming his cock into his Childe with one savage thrust. He screamed softly, relishing the fell of the blonde’s tight passage around him. It had been far too long since he had been able to indulge in this pleasure. Far too long since he had allowed himself to take comfort in the arms of the one creature he had ever created that he still had feelings for.
Spike heard his Sire growling, could feel the intensity of the older vampire’s thrusts and knew that this would be quick. There would be time in the future for long drawn out shag-fests. Tonight was all about re-establishing their bond. A cool hand reached around to stroke his throbbing shaft, pumping up and down in a rhythm he hadn’t felt in so long. The blonde growled, the sound low and deep in his throat, his face shifting as his demon came forward. He began to rock back and forth, driving Angel deeper and deeper into him as their rhythm solidified.
Angel grunted, taking ever ounce of strength his Childe was showing and matching it – and more. He groaned as his balls tightened, pulling close to his body. He stiffened, crying out into the stillness of the house as he shot his seed deep in the blonde’s bowels. Leaning forward, he sank his teeth into Spike’s shoulder, drinking deeply of the blood of his Childe.
Spike’s own seed spilled into the dark haired vampire’s hand as his Sire’s teeth slid home. He growled, needing to feel something in his own mouth, needing to feel the spill of blood over his tongue. His eyes widened in surprise when the cum-stained wrist of the older vampire was thrust at his mouth. Without even thinking about it, the blonde latched onto the wrist with his teeth, shooting one final load of pearly white cum onto the thick carpet as he gulped greedily at the rich blood. Fireworks shot through his brain, like a mental orgasm as he sampled the blood that had created him over a hundred years before. It was pure ecstasy.
Angel licked gently at the claiming marks he had placed on his Childe, content to have his boy back in his arms where he belonged. He purred, kissing the smooth back beneath him as Spike drank his fill before also licking at the wounds. Without a word they laid next to each other, staring into the fire. Spike rested his head lightly on his Sire’s chest, feeling the deep rumbling purr of the older vampire wash over him.
“Good night, my Childe,” Angel whispered, stroking his love’s hair until they both fell asleep.
** ** **
Willow stretched, rolling over in bed. She opened her eyes slowly, regarding the warm body snuggled so firmly against her. Cordelia was beautiful, even in the middle of the night with her hair all mussed and touseled and she, Willow Rosenberg, had thoroughly fucked her.
The red head smiled, rolling over to look at the small digital clock on the nightstand. She frowned. {Where are Angel and Spike?} Her heart jumped, worry setting in. The bond she felt with her mate was still strong as ever, so he wasn’t hurt. So why wasn’t he home yet? “Delia…?” She shook the brunette lightly, trying to pull her from her rest.
“Wha….Wills?” the brunette groaned, rolling over on her back and sighing, still mostly asleep.
“Delia…its late and the boys aren’t back yet.”
Cordelia sat up, her eyes wide as she looked around the room, panic gripping her. A quick glance at the clock confirmed that the boys had been gone for hours. Where could they be? No visions had been sent to warn her, not even a nightmare, and she could feel Angel in the back of her mind – happy and okay. So where were they? “Maybe they came in and didn’t want to wake us and decided to go back out? Do vampire-like stuff?” The former cheerleader shrugged, trying to find any good excuse where their mates could be.
Willow scrunched her forehead together, contemplating what her friend had said. It was very likely that they were out, doing ‘vampire-like’ stuff as Cordelia had said. But what ‘vampire’ stuff could there be for one neutered and one souled vampire to do this late at night, in Switzerland? “Maybe they left us a note in the living room?”
“Lets go check.” Cordelia smiled, sure everything was okay. She grabbed a nightgown from her still-open suitcase, tossing another one to Willow. When they were suitably covered they crept out of the room, drifting down the hallway side by side.
“Oh my…” Willow breathed, stopping dead in her tracks. Sparkling green eyes took in the scene before her, wetness beginning to form at her very core as she looked at her mate and his Sire, lying on the thick carpet in each other’s arms.
Totally naked.
“Wow…” Cordelia moaned softly. Angel was beautiful like this, his arm around Spike, spooning him as if they were lovers who had never spent time apart. She felt truly honored to get to see them together in such a fashion – and very aroused to see it as well. “So gorgeous…”
“Uh-huh,” Willow chuckled in response, slowly making her way towards the sleeping pair. Her eyes ran over the nude form of her mate, caressing him with her sight alone. She turned to Cordelia, a playful gleam in her eyes. “Think they would mind if we woke them up?”
“Depends on how we do it,” the brunette smirked. She dropped quietly to her knees, reaching out a hand to run along Angel’s bare back. He moaned softly, leaning into the caress but not waking. “Just like a cat…”
The red head grinned, running a light touch along Spike’s face. “Lets make these cats purr, then, Delia.” She leaned down, brushing her lips along her mate’s, her tongue licking softly at his lips in entreaty.
“Hmmm..?” Spike groaned, instinctively opening his mouth to her kisses. He sighed reflexively as her tongue entered his cool mouth, eyes slowly parting to look at the person who had woken him. He smiled into her mouth, reaching up to wrap her in his arms.
Cordelia watched the blonde wake up before moving to her own mate. She licked gently along his earlobe, drawing the tender flesh into her mouth for a quick nip before releasing it again. When he rolled over, still asleep, she stradled his stomach, rubbing her wet cunt along his bare flesh. “Wakey, wakey, Angel….” She purred, reaching down to bite his throat and neck.
Angel growled softly, his arms coming up to hold her. He had tried to hold out as long as he could, acting like he was asleep so he could see her try to wake him up. But she was too good, the touches too arousing. He pulled her mouth to his, plundering it with his tongue before she could even think to protest. He could feel her wetness pushing against his stomach and wanted to sink into it. But this was a time for all four of them to be together. Not just them and their mates.
He pulled away, smiling up into her beaming face. “I love you, Delia. Did you have fun earlier?”
The brunette blushed, grinding her sex against his hard stomach in an effort to get enough friction to relieve some of the tension she was feeling. “It was good…” She purred, again licking his earlobe.
Angel shuddered, seeing his Childe and Willow similarly making out only a foot away through the corner of his eyes. “Did she taste good?”
Cordelia smiled, pulling gently on Willow’s arm to get her attention. She winked at the red head and then turned back to Angel. “Why don’t you taste her for yourself and find out?”
The dark haired vampire grinned, pulling his mate’s head down for another brutal kiss before turning his head to gaze at the now still forms of his Childe and the red head. “What do you say Spike? Switch with me?”
Easing off of Willow, Spike grabbed Cordelia by her arms, pulling her into his lap. He kissed her firmly on the lips, his hand reaching up to knead firmly at her breasts.
“You should take that as a ‘yes’” Willow purred. She laid down beside Angel, trailing her fingers along the well-defined muscles of his chest. His lips came down upon hers, tongue sliding without hesitation into her mouth. She moaned, her hand reaching around to cup the gentle curve of his ass as his own cool hands pulled her flush against him.
Angel growled softly when the witch’s small hand came between them, cupping his balls and gently massaging them with what he could only assume was a lot of practice. “Willow…” He moaned, thrusting his hard shaft towards her. She grinned, her mouth leaving his to kiss gently at his chest as she slid down. He cried out her name again, louder, as her warm mouth encircled his thick rod, taking it all in with one quick dive. His hands unconsciously crept down to her head, fingers twining in the luscious red hair he had so often admired.
Willow purred softly, sending vibrations coursing along the dark haired vampire’s aching shaft. She felt his hips arch towards her and reflexively clamped down on her gag reflex, allowing the blood engorged member to slide farther into her throat. She moaned, again sending pleasing vibrations shooting through Angel’s hard sex. Someone’s hand reached between her legs, a slender finger slipping into her dripping folds. She knew without looking that it was Cordelia, neither of the boys had fingers quite that delicate.
Spike pushed the brunette in front of him down onto the ground, careful not to break her contact with his own red haired with. He grabbed the top of her nightgown and the sound of ripping silk filled the air as he tore it down the center, baring her tanned body to the cool air of the room. “Bloody marvelous, pet.” His lips descended, capturing one of her dark nipples in his mouth and nipping at it gently with his blunt teeth. She moaned, arching up into his willing hands.
“Spike…” Cordelia groaned. She twisted her body around so that she was slightly under Willow’s dripping cunt. Licking passion reddened lips, the former cheerleader pulled down gently on the girl’s hips, bringing the steamy slit to her face. As her tongue touched the witch’s clit she felt a coldness between her own legs and moaned as Spike began to treat her to the same pleasures she was giving his mate.
Willow cried out, releasing Angel’s hard cock from her mouth for a long moan. She closed her eyes, briefly giving into the pleasure of Cordelia’s tongue before returning her attentions to the vampire laying none too patiently beneath her. She licked at the swollen head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum as it glided across her tongue. “MmMm,” she moaned, once again taking his entire length in her mouth.
Spike groaned, nibbling at the clit of the woman underneath of him. He could feel his cock aching for release as he listened to the moans and cries of the other occupants of the room. He jumped slightly as a cool hand enveloped his length, beginning to stroke it in a manner he was all too accustomed too. “Sire…” He moaned into the receptionist’s sopping cunt, causing her to groan in her own pleasure.
Cordelia held firmly to the hips of the red head on top of her, trying to still some of the increasingly frantic writhing that was going on. Grabbing her clit between her teeth, the brunette sucked it into her mouth, licking it with her tongue even as she continued to keep the sucking sensation going strong.
There was only the feel of Cordelia’s lips on her clit and Angel’s cock in her mouth and that was enough, Willow decided. This was going better than she could have ever dreamed, the four of them making love in front of a fireplace in Switzerland. It was like something from a movie. She felt Angel’s hands tighten in her hair and heard him cry out, even as the first spurt of his cold cum spilled into the back of her throat. She swallowed, licking the head of his cock as if trying to coax more out of him as he continued to cry out in pleasure. Finally the pressure on the back of her head eased off and she was free to enjoy the sensations of the girl beneath her.
The red head moaned, grinding down into the face of her female lover as the girl continued to suck and lick at her clit. She felt first two then three fingers slip into her core and cried out in her own release. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she closed her eyes, feeling dizzy from the force of it all. Sated, she collapsed next to the brunette in time to see Angel take her own blonde haired mate into his mouth. The sight of the older vampire sucking Spike off was enough to make her want to start all over again and she groaned aloud. This would be a long night at the rate they were going.
Cordelia shuddered against Spike, grabbing his head as she came and holding him still. Her body shook almost violently as her orgasm ran through her and his name poured from her lips in a torrent of sound. She heard him growl and opened her eyes to see Angel lying beneath the blonde, his mouth firmly wrapped around the younger vampire’s hard shaft. She smiled softly, sliding away from the passion filled men to lay in her red haired lover’s arms. “So beautiful…”
“Yeah they are…” Willow whispered, running her fingers lightly over the brunette’s nipples. They hardened under her touch and she knew Cordelia was just as aroused as she was by the sight of their mates together.
Angel felt his Childe’s body stiffen and held out his wrist to him, offering his blood even as the blonde’s cool seed spilled into his mouth. For the second time that evening he felt the sharp fangs of his most beloved Childe pierce his skin, taking only a small amount of blood as he growled in release.
Sated, both in his blood-lust and his sex-drive, Spike licked gently at his Sire’s wrist, wiping away all traces of his blood before crawling wearily over to the girls. He laid an arm over Cordelia, his hand resting lightly on Willow’s side and was pleased to feel Angel come up behind him, spooning him much like they had been doing when they fell asleep earlier.
“Tired?” Willow chuckled. “She arched against Cordelia, making it quite clear that she was ready for more. “Don’t tell me the two old vampires are all tired out before the little bitty human girls?”
Angel smirked, leaning his head up to wink at the red head. “Just need a few minutes rest, little one. We tired each other out while you were both sleeping earlier.” He smiled, laying his head back down against his Childe’s shoulder. “I could get used to this…us being all one big family.”
Spike nodded, more than a little touched by the actions of his dark haired Sire that night. “It is bloody nice, isn’t it?”
Cordelia sighed. “Yeah, its nice. But we leave for home in four days. Only four more days of this niceness and then its back to the good old U S of A.” She grimaced in distaste. “I’m gonna miss you two.” She whispered, meaning Spike and Willow.
“Gonna miss you, too, Delia,” Willow smiled sadly, cuddling even closer to the brunette. “But I’m sure me and Spike will come visit you a lot. Its not like we’re going to be helping Buffy much.” She smirked.
“You got that right, pet,” The blonde grinned. “No more helping little miss Bitchy, ever, – it will be like heaven for this old vamp.”
Angel smiled. “If she gives you guys too much trouble, you know you are more than welcome to just come stay in LA…” He left the comment hanging in the air, wanting more than anything for them to come stay with him and Cordelia. He could use their help with his cases and they would be nearby at all times – the perfect combination.
Willow nodded. “If she gives us too much trouble you will definitely see us there. I’d love to just make that decision now, but I have to at least try one more time to make things right with her.”
The dark haired vampire smiled, reaching around the mass of bodies to squeeze her hand. “I understand, Will. Just remember that no matter what me and Delia love you. Buffy doesn’t deserve to have you as a friend.”
Cordelia snickered, pushing aside her own sadness. If they only had four more days of each other’s company then they might as well put it to good use. She licked gently at Spike’s lower lip, moaning as he opened his mouth for her tongue.
Willow chuckled softly, pushing aside her own doubts and worries. There would be plenty of time to deal with all of that when she got back to Sunnydale. Now was the time for making love. She grinned over at Angel, licking her lips as his eyes darkened with lust. “Are you up for round two, old man?”
Angel pounced over the bodies of his Childe and mate, growling as he pinned Willow to the floor. His hard cock pressed between her thighs, seeking entrance to the warmth he had only dreamed about.
Then he proceeded to show her that he was definitely ‘up’ for round two.