Beast Master

(Warning: Vamp bloodplay this chapter)

A warm breeze rolled off the ocean surf and slipped across the sun-warmed sand, caressing those enjoying the end to their day at the beach. The sheer fabric of Willow ’s sarong fluttered around her bare legs and she wiggled her toes into the sand as she watched the blaze of colors fan out across the sky. This was nice. A nice ending to a nice day. Nice…

She angled her head and snuck a peek at her date out of the corner of her eye. Ted was nice too… Ed? No, Ted. Why couldn’t she remember his name? He’d gone to a lot of trouble to set up their second date and it had gone off without a hitch. He’d even created a playlist for his iPod and brought duel ear buds so they could both listen. He’d synchronized and timed the tracks so that the Enya was playing just as the sun started to set. He was thoughtful like that. A really nice guy.

But as the brilliant pallet shifted from golds to pinks to blood red she anticipated what would come next. Night. The clandestine caress of darkness. The thought sent a tingle down her spine and she felt something sensual stirring deep in her core… something forbidden… dangerous… something she wouldn’t call nice at all.

Spike was plastered against the cliffs, clinging to their shadows and watching from a distance. Many choice curses had fallen from his lips, surprising passers by who turned, only to find thin air. The invisibility amulet was still charged and usable. Bloody hell, he ought to be putting it to good use, cheating at kitty poker, or the like. Instead, here he was, dogging her again. Well someone had to save her from herself. And him.

Feeling her gaze, Ted looked down at Willow , then put his hand around her back. "This was something, wasn't it? No, don't say anything... don't break the spell," he whispered, smiling at her as the fiery sky started to darken.

Spike's eyes were on the bloke's hand... tapping closer and closer until finally, it rested on her arse. "Come on, go... go the bloody hell down," he snarled at the sun which was moving entirely too slowly to suit the vampire.

The instant it disappeared in the horizon, he pushed away from the cliff and strode toward them, his feet sinking into the sand and leaving the prints of an invisible man. Drawing up, on her other side, he yanked the ear bud from her ear and put his own hand across her back, cupping her free ass cheek the way it should be done. "He's a bloody idiot, how can you stand him?"

Willow jumped and sucked in a startled breath, turning her head expecting to see Spike, but he wasn’t there. But she sure felt him there! Eyes wide, she jerked her arms back in a reflexive move, effectively shoving both hands off her hiney. “What are you doing?” she hissed into the air. “You’re totally going to ruin this!”

"Way I see it, he already has."
Ted was immediately apologetic. "I didn't mean..." he stammered, holding his hands up, "I thought...um..." he could feel his face flaring up.

“Oh no!” Willow whipped back around to face Ted. “No… no, you’re fine. Uhm… just startled me. Really,” her own face burned red as her brain finally kicked in and she realized Spike was using the amulet. How was it possible it was even still working? It should have lost its power by now.

Pushing herself up on her toes, she gave Ted a quick kiss to try and reassure him before shoving the ear buds back in his ears and turning up the volume on the iPod. “I love this song!” she shouted so he could hear her as she leaned her head on his chest so he couldn’t see her face as she hissed to Spike, “Give me that amulet back!”

"Now THIS is what I'm talkin' about." Big grin on his face, Ted took her hands, threaded his fingers through hers and pulled her close in a dance.

"Even in the fourties, men ... real men held their women." Giving a malicious grin that was completely wasted on his audience, Spike pressed up against her, plastering himself to her form, gripping her hips and moving his mouth over the back of her exposed neck. "Give him points for being helpful and holding your hands, though," he jeered, knowing she was itching to slap him.

He was itching for something too... and she couldn't miss what it was, not with him up hard behind her. "Been thinking. Haven't quite worked out what went wrong that day," he said, "but I know what's right and what’s wrong. You, on the other hand... maybe you need a comparison test, yeah?"

Willow let out an audible “eeep!” as Spike pressed his arousal into her backside. The pressure forced her closer to her date which only encouraged him to hold her tighter. “Spike,” she pleaded quietly. “Please…” Oh God. She could feel his fingers slip beneath the thin strap of her bikini top and she swallowed hard. Panic and arousal collided, kicking her heartbeat into overdrive.

“I don’t need a comparison…” she was trying to sway with Ted, but because she wasn’t listening to the music, she just had to follow his lead – not like she had any choice with Spike at her back, his breath on her neck, his rock hard arousal grinding against her clenched cheeks.

"No?" God, he wanted her. Ever since she'd cheated him. No, that wasn't accurate, he'd wanted her far before then. "Then what are you doing with him? Can he do this to you?" he purred, moving his mouth over her ear and dipping his tongue inside as he lightly caressed her nipples with the pads of his fingers. "Can he make you hot, and wet... without touching you?"

Ted almost groaned at the way she was pressing up against him. Holy guacamole, if she kept this up, she was gong to get something she might not be bargaining for... He shifted, and knew it was too late to hide it.

“Oh!” Willow ’s eyes popped wide as she felt Ted’s erection pressing into her belly, but with Spike behind her, she was powerless to pull away from him. Invisible fingers pulled her nipples to stiff peaks and despite her best efforts to shut him out of her mind, her body betrayed her, responding to every brazen, uninvited touch.

It was a fine line between fear and euphoria and she quickly discovered that the exhilarating rush that came with walking that line was both powerful and inescapable. The relentless pounding of desire eventually short circuited her brain, and her body took what it needed. In a bold move, she parted her legs to fit more tightly against Ted’s groin pressing against him as she turned her head to capture Spike’s lips, devouring him in a hungry kiss.

Spike found the strangled groan breaking from Ted's mouth irritating. It made it hard to concentrate, to... but then she was following his mouth, dragging him back into the heated kiss and he forgot everything else. He wove his tongue in and out of her mouth, raising the stakes, fanning the flames.

Ted squeezed her hands, again and again, each time he struggled against the need to thrust against her belly. He didn't want to scare her, but she was driving him crazy with this wild little dance. The next track of the iPod picked up the seductive beat of Prince’s Little Red Corvette and he silently praised himself for his song selections as Willow seemed to respond to the shifting mood by moving against him in a slow pulsing rhythm. Growing more bold, he moved their clasped hands along the outside of her thigh, wondering if he dared cross the line again.

Feeling the weight of her breasts in his hands, Spike squeezed them and thrust against her, needing the pressure. "You touched it... the beast inside me, you met it," he whispered. "Was it so bad? Was it? So bad you'd run to this bloke? Only reason he can find his dick is because you found it for him." He knew the guy was aroused, and knew damned well it would have taken twenty more trips to the beach before he made any sort of move on Willow .

Caught between rock hard and rock harder, Willow felt trapped. Literally. With Spike taunting her with his words and teasing her with every other part of his body, she didn’t notice Ted’s hand sliding up her thigh until he was lifting her up, hooking her leg over his hip and pressing into her. She released a helpless mewl of pleasure and her head dropped back.

“I touched it…” she answered, arching her neck as Spike’s teeth grazed her throat. “I wanted it…” she leveraged Ted’s bolder movements to grind herself back into Spike’s arousal even harder, meeting the vampire’s thrusts. She hissed in frustration, knowing that if she continued that Ted would want more, but if she stopped, she would be left with nothing but nice. She didn’t want nice. Spike was right -- she wanted the beast.

Her eyes darkened with lust and she remembered Spike’s head games… how he’d wanted to her to see him having sex with that woman… how he rejected her… toyed with her. How even now he was playing with her as if she were she were the latest new gadget from SexToys R Us. For a split second she considered giving herself to Ted so Spike could feel what she felt in the club watching him with that other woman, but the thought left her cold.

Jerking her hand from Ted’s grip, she yanked the iPod buds from his ears and abruptly drew herself back, holding Spike’s arm firmly in place as it came around her midriff to keep her from stumbling over his invisible feet. Digging her nails into his flesh, she willed him not to speak.
“I can’t do this…” she blurted out, her chest heaving, her cheeks flush. “I-I’m sorry. It’s not you…”

Ted was breathing hard, and he knew his face was flushed... he faltered in his steps. "Why... we're just dancing," he protested, knowing it was more than that. "I... I didn't kiss you, I should have," he kicked himself for being so lost in the motions of her body that he'd forgotten something so basic.

"Kick him in the bollocks," Spike suggested through a triumphant smile, his lips pressed against her ear.

“No… no. That’s not it!” Willow jabbed her elbow back, catching Spike hard in the ribs while still holding him tightly. “I-it’s just that… I’m not ready. Not for anything romantic. I-I thought I was, but I’m not. And you’re a really, really nice guy, but I just don’t know what I want,” she babbled, sucking in sharp breath as Spike’s free hand shifted in a way that reminded her of just exactly what she wanted.

"Too nice," Spike chipped in, against her ear, running his palm over her stomach, and lower. "Tell the nice man goodbye, unless you want him to get an eyeful, yeah?" Arching into her, he reminded her how badly he needed her.

“Y-you should go,” Willow burst out in a desperate whimper. “I can get home from here…” her hand clamped over Spike’s, her nails biting into his flesh to prevent him from exposing her. “Really…” she bit her lip. “I just need to think… and-and I can’t… with all this going on,” and while that was the absolute truth, she made the mistake of lifting her hands to make a gesture, leaving Spike the opportunity to untie her sarong. She grabbed it before it slipped off but he already had his hand between her legs, cupping her heat. She let out an unintelligible sound and reflexively threw her head back, belatedly trying to pass it off as a final, over-dramatic dismissal hoping he’d get the hint. “Go… please…”

"Okay... alright," Ted's voice rose in response to hers. He was starting to feel like he'd taken advantage of her, but had no clue why. He backed up and almost stumbled over the blanket he'd brought. "I'll... I'll see you around..."

"God, you picked a winner." Spike turned Willow to face him, and lifting her, dragged her up against his body. "Do you think we'll make it back to campus," he asked thickly, rubbing his mouth against hers.

Pursing her lips, Willow thrashed and shoved the heel of her hand into his invisible ribs until he released her. Eyes blazing with fury, she gave him a hard shove back for good measure. “He was a nice guy! You’re a bastard.” Her chest heaved and she focused on retying the sarong as a distraction. “Give me that amulet back. No more games, Spike.”

"Not your amulet, Red. We made it together... right there on your bed, when your aura fucked mine, we made it," slipping to her right side, he ran his hand up and down the slender column of her throat. "Your move."

Adrenaline surged as he boiled their encounter down to the rawest elements of truth. She stilled, focusing on his touch, visualizing his fangs sinking into her neck, crystallizing the image in her mind. With near vampiric speed, she turned and fisted the amulet giving it a hard jerk to break the spell. When he popped into existence, her eyes were fixed on his. “Check mate.”

He clamped his mouth over hers, kissing her until he felt her relax, then snagged the amulet right out of her hand. His fingers closed around it, and he pulled away. "Bite me."

“You’d like that…” her eyes narrowed and she stepped forward to close the gap, boldly assaulting him with her mouth. Hard kisses along his jaw line turned to bites as she reached his neck and continued down his chest, tearing at his shirt to gain more access to his flesh – the amulet forgotten.
Simultaneously with her, he tore his shirt apart, and arched his back, hissing with pleasure when her mouth skimmed over his bare flesh. Everywhere her mouth touched down, everywhere her teeth scraped, he was on fire. His hands moved over her rib cage, clenching as waves of need coursed through his system. When her tongue danced lower, need slammed into him full force.

"Bite me worked so well, how 'bout 'suck me?'"

Green eyes flashing, Willow jerked back at his offensive suggestion, giving him a good shove in the process. “Has that line ever worked for you?” Giving him her back so he couldn’t see the smirk pull at her lips, she started off toward the head of the beach. She supposed she should thank him for being such a pig or she might be squirming in the sand giving the other beach goers a good show right about now.

A sound of sheer frustration broke from the vampire. He really should have kept his mouth shut...

Tossing a heated look over her shoulder, she called out. “Since I lost my ride because of you, you’re paying for the cab.”

He strode after her, eyes clinging to her ass and only looking up when she demanded cab fare. Not trusting himself to speak, he merely gave her a nod. Touching her would a bad idea... but when had that ever stopped him? He reached out and tugged her close to him, his gaze brooking no argument as they walked toward one of the hotels on the beach.

His forceful touch sent an electric bolt through Willow causing her heart to skip a beat only to accelerate out of control once she realized his intent. Her instinct to deny him disintegrated the moment her eyes locked on his and she found herself falling into step next to him. She knew it was wrong. Very bad wrong. Still, with every step closer to the hotel, her need intensified. And he knew it. There was no hiding it. No denying it.
When they reached the hotel, he dragged her right past the taxi cab line, and went inside. Ten minutes later, they were inside the glass elevator. Alone.

The heat between them was explosive. He had to have her, before he combusted, before he went up in flames.

Dragging her close, he melded their lower bodies together, taking her with him as he backed up against the glass wall of the elevator that looked out over the hotel atrium. "Do you feel what you're doing to me, Red?"

She nodded wordlessly and swallowed hard. Though she knew it was a mistake, she lifted her gaze to look at him through cinnamon lashes, oblivious to the view of the passing floors that as they slowly ascended. His shirt was torn and she placed her hands on the flat of his bare chest, examining the bite marks she’d made only a short time before on the beach. Her lips burned as they touched his flesh, her tongue licking out to trace raw marks as if to seal her brand.

He bent his head, buried his mouth in the curve of her throat, fighting against the instinct to devour her. When her fingernails scraped his now too sensitive skin, he banged his head back against the glass and looked at the light that marked each passing floor. He couldn't wait that long, not for bloody anything.

Sliding his palms down to her hips he used his fingers to gather up her sarong, make it creep up her legs and thighs, bunch up under his palms but allow him access to her bare legs. He slipped one palm over her ass, touching, stroking, then dragging her bikini bottoms down in the front, he pulled her up hard against him. "Fuck..." the curse broke from him the instant his cock lodged between his legs. He needed to free himself. Needed it so bad, he could taste it each time she rocked against him.

“Spike,” his name came in a quick gasp as she felt his fingers exploring newly exposed flesh. Ragged breaths caught in her throat and she felt dizzy with the lust and desire that drove her to renew her assault, her tongue probing his mouth in a savage kiss. Her arms went around his neck and her leg lifted to his hip so she could feel him straining against her throbbing core. Another floor moved passed her field of vision, her own arousal climbing much faster than the elevator.

Her bold exploration sent his lust skyrocketing to new heights. Somehow, he managed to slip one hand between them and unzipped. Between hard kisses, needy groans, and shifting bodies, he finally found himself at her entrance, so hot... so ready for him already. "Red... can't wait," he rasped, nudging his thick fullness against her.

Her sarong fell over his hands as he gripped her ass. He felt her legs grip him around his thighs, flexing each time she ground herself against him. Fire and ice inched through his veins. He cursed again, this time pushing inside her, almost blinded by the heat of his desire as she closed tightly around him.

Willow let out a sharp gasp, eyes popping wide in response to the shock of the public impalement. “Oh God!” She squeaked, but it came out on a strangled moan as she clutched at him, her legs locking around his waist so she could pull him deeper still. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to and her hips ground against him in response to his thrust.

The ding rang out and the elevator jerked to a stop. Willow froze and her eyes locked on Spike’s as the doors behind her slid open. Her heart palpitated and she clung to the vampire, grateful that his inhuman strength allowed him to hold her in place even as his thick shaft throbbed inside her.

Oh god, please don’t let there be anyone there!

“Evenin’ folks,” a jovial male voice shattered her prayer.

“Headin’ out to the beach, are ya?” a tall man in a Hawaiian shirt sidled up next to Spike and gave him a nudge in the elbow. “It’s a long way to carry your girl like that! Ya’ll must be newlyweds. Enjoy the slim figure now, cuz after she pops out a few young’ins, your back’ll be protesting that kind of athletics.”

Mortified, Willow buried her face in Spike’s shoulder, her entire body cinched tighter than a vice.

He felt her squeeze him, struggled not to react, not to take her against the wall in full view. "Actually, we're getting off," he tried to smirk as he got a better grip on her arse and pulled her close again. "Aren't we, pet," he asked, rooted to his place.

“Yes!” she practically shouted, the pitch of her voice hovering somewhere near hysterical. Willow ’s nails dug into the back of Spike’s neck like spurs prodding him to move. “Getting off. The elevator. Now!” she demanded in a halting voice.

"Right... what the lady said," biting his lip, Spike walked out, each step jostling him deep inside her.

The instant the doors shut behind him, he felt her nails dig into his shoulders as she all but climbed him. "Right here, Red," he said, pulling slightly out of her, and then burying himself deep, watching her struggle for composure.

Willow drew in a hiss through clenched teeth. Every nerve in her body misfired as he wrenched agonizing jolts pleasure from her with each tortured movement. “Please tell me this is our floor and you have a key,” she said in a rush of words as she grasped for some semblance of good sense.

The ease in which he held her and the sheer power of his thrusts were intoxicating. No human could do that without support. Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips at the thought that it was the beast driving inside her now.

"Got the key... somewhere," he managed, sweeping his gaze across a number plate on a door. White hot heat had him moving faster, fighting to work the key and then they were inside.

Instantly, he had her back up against the door. Lifting his head, he captured her gaze. "I need to see you," he said, challenging her to stop him as he peeled her sarong away first, and then her bikini top.

The rosy peaks of her breasts surged toward him, enticed him... shot his desire up to new heights. He cupped them, focusing on her nipple jutting out between his thumb and forefinger. A fire storm was raging in him, and he was about to share it with her. Licking his lips, he lowered his head and took her nipple... kissing, licking and tongue fucking it with his hand still covering most of her.

Literally pinned against the door, Willow arched her back as his touch inspired fevered mewls. Her legs gripped him tighter and her hips gyrated, coaxing him to give her what she wanted, but he was holding back. She curled her fingers in his hair and dragged his head upward until his mouth was on her neck, his lips pressed against the wild flutter of her pulse.

His lips seared against her flesh and his fingers tortured her body with exquisite attention – each stroke… each touch… each caress impossibly controlled. In contrast, she writhed against him, her hips undulating, muscles straining to pull him deeper inside her core, inciting him to drive into her faster…. harder… to unleash the beast.

“Spike… fuck…” the uncharacteristic curse flew passed her lips like a quiver before sinking into a bullseye. “What are you waiting for? Still think I can’t handle the beast?” She fixed her gaze on his as she issued her challenge.

"New thing I'm trying out here, called foreplay," he forced the joke out and tried to ignore the clamoring of her heart and her body pulling at him, taunting him. "Don't they teach you anything in that school of yours?" Meeting the challenge in her eyes, he lowered his head and began a new onslaught, teasing, licking, nipping at her, but rocking too gently to satisfy the fire raging in his groin... and hers. She had to learn, you did what the beast wanted... not the other way around.

When her breaths were coming so closely together that it was hard to distinguish... when her nails threatened to break skin, and her mouth ravaged his, demanding physical satisfaction, he let her down, pulling away to strip. All the while, he stared at her... his gaze lingering on her swollen mouth and breasts... on her restless legs. "You're a real beaut, Willow ." Putting his hand out, he started walking backwards to the bed. "Can't wait to be back inside you. Need you," he said, huskily stating the obvious as his cock surged toward her.

She stared at his hand, but didn’t take it. She was naked, but didn’t care. She wanted him, but she didn’t move.

“Apparently you can…” she answered flippantly. Appealing to the man hadn’t worked, so she appealed to the beast – provoking him with a deliberate side-step away from him. “…wait for it, that is.” Her tone took on a mocking quality as unfamiliar as the vulgar curse that she’d shouted in demand only moments before. “You’re so hot on foreplay, why don’t we order up some chocolate covered strawberries and champagne…” she turned and walked slowly to the phone, hips rocking, heat pooling in her core as she imagined the feral look on his face.

" Willow ." The first time, her name was whisper. The second time, it was a snarl accompanied by yellow heat flashing from his eyes as the predator in him demanded satisfaction... demanded compliance, hers. In a few steps, he was hard up against her back, one hand wrapped around her, claiming her breast, the other sliding up and down between her legs, branding her with every slide of his fingers against her opening. "Mine," he growled, incensed both by the scent of her arousal, and her rebellion. "No strawberries..." Hitching her up to gain access, his cock battled his fingers for a place inside her.

Willow gasped, her heart pounding in a primal fight or flight response. Throwing her head back, she curled her arm around the back of his neck, straining against the muscular plane of his body. She let out a nervous squeak as she felt him thrusting his arousal against her tightly clenched backside. He forced her legs open and levered her body so the head of his cock probed at her slick entrance once again, his fingers sliding either side the bundle of nerves that ached to be touched.


“No strawberries…” she managed between gasps. “Show me…” she tilted her head back, looking over her shoulder, her eyes blazing with unbridled lust as she met his gaze. “Show me the beast…”

His mouth covered hers, muffling any protests, taking what he wanted with each deep sweep of his tongue. He bent her body to his pleasure, forcing her to comply with his every wish, forcing her to open for him the way she'd never opened for anyone.

It was like nothing Willow had ever experienced. The feral look in his eye, the sheer unrestrained energy that drove his movements, the way he pushed harder each time she resisted him. As he thrust inside her with brutal force, she cried out and her nails dug into his neck until she drew blood. Nearly blinded by the sensations that ripped through her, she opened her eyes expecting to see his vampiric visage, anticipating his fangs sinking into her neck to draw the climax out of her, but instead she was startled from her fantasy by his smooth, entirely human features.

Taking him by surprise, she jerked free and stumbled forward before she caught her balance and whipped around to face him. “Show me…” she demanded, quickly reclaiming the gap that separated them. She wrapped her hand around his cock, hot and slicked with her liquid heat.

He gripped her hips, grinding himself hard against her hand to regain the pressure he needed. But it wasn't enough, he needed to come deep inside her. Snarling, he tried to push her hand away, cocking his head and giving her a danger-filled look when she refused.

She stroked him slowly and bared her neck to him.

He started to lower his mouth over hers, meaning to give her a bruising kiss, but instead... she offered her throat up to him again. Something ancient within him recognized her sacrifice. He threw his head back as fangs exploded into his mouth, triggered by the need for human blood... hers.

A part of him warred with the beast, but she was moving against him again, pleading wordlessly to be fucked and bitten... it was all the same to the beast. He was ravenous and would have all his needs quenched.

As he brought his mouth close to the delicate column of her throat, a blinding pain threatened to split Spike's head open. He started to pull back.

“No!” Willow cried out fiercely when started to withdraw. The rush of blood pounded in her ears and she acted on pure instinct, driven by a need so raw that it defied understanding. In a swift motion, she pulled her fingernail across her chest, drawing a line of blood just beneath the delicate wing of her collar bone. Her normally bright green eyes were dark with lust and were fixed on his, yellow and hooded by the shroud of his bestial forehead.

Slowly, deliberately, she backed away from him... her legs nearly buckling beneath her when she hit the bed and sat down.

Her eyes remained locked on his as the line of blood swelled and dripped, rolling over the curve of her heaving breast.

He fought

First, to keep away from her. But his eyes were focused on scarlet rivulets of sliding down her flushed skin, calling him, forcing a terrible hunger ... a craving so powerful, not even his iron will stopped him from taking a step toward her. Then another.

He closed the distance between them, wordlessly gripped her thighs and pulled her up against him, his cock straining fiercely against her entrance. He leaned toward her, entering her and bring his mouth over her cut. One drag of his tongue across the wound, and he knew nothing would stop him.

This time he was fighting the pain in his head, his back-up conscience. He snarled, needing her blood inside him, the way he was inside her. He groaned... forced his head down and sank his teeth into her flesh.

There was blood, and pain, and lust. There was the sound of her heart beating inside his ears, pounding at his temples... setting the rhythm as he fucked her, and drank, and railed against the chip that tore him apart... but couldn't compete with the needs she'd awakened.

Willow cried out as a sudden wave of euphoria swamped her. Panicked, she struggled for breath, but she was drowning beneath the crush of sensations. She held his head to her neck and wrapped her legs around him, riding the tsunami with guttural gasps of pleasure until it crashed against the rocks, shattering her into oblivion. The sheer force of her orgasm took her by surprise and her whole body seized, her inner walls clamping around Spike as he exploded inside her.

Her body was still clenched him as he rode out the aftershocks of her climax and slowly came to his senses. Pleasure and pain slowly receded, allowing him to think for himself again.

Images of their savage lovemaking flashed in his head. He jerked up, afraid he'd hurt her. " Willow ... sodding..." he shoved his hand over the gaping wound, smearing some of her blood across her milky white throat. "I... shouldn't have done that." But even as he said the words, he knew who'd played master... who'd called the beast out today.

“No! I mean… yes!” she answered, her chest heaving with breathless exhilaration. “You most definitely should have done that. I wanted that… that was… ohmygod so good,” she gushed, giddy and lightheaded with bliss. Her legs were still wrapped around him, and she gave him a squeeze. “I never knew… I mean… I thought it could… but I never knew it could be like that.” She looked up at him, her eyes shining. “See, I told you I could handle the beast!”

"That you did." His head felt like it was going to explode, his emotions were a mixed bag... he could have killed her, he might not have stopped where he had, but he couldn't bring her down. Instead, he kissed her slowly, lingering near the wound hidden by his hand. "Should get you patched up now. Maybe get you something to drink. You've lost..."

“Mmmm…” she shushed him. Her hands smoothed around the back of his neck, intoxicated by the mere thought of his mouth so near the source of temptation. She squeezed her thighs again, milking him… coaxing him to rouse to her seduction. “Don’t tell me the big bad is all worn out now is he?”

Stung, he rocked his hips to show her how quickly the big bad could recover. "You're not the big bad," he said, moving one hand to her hip and bringing her with him as he shifted to his side. "Need to rest and get something in you. There'll be bruises tomorrow." His gaze fell to her throat again. Instinctively, he pulled away from the scent, afraid of consequences. "Room service?"

Willow sighed and laid back, her arms flopping above her head and her hips still twisted to the side, joined with his. “I can do a glamour easy enough,” she said in response to his concern about marks. “Nobody will know.”

"Right. Good." The vampire told himself it would never happen again, that she'd needed to see and now it was done. If she wasn't worried, the he ought not be either.

Without freeing himself from her, he reached for the phone and put in an order for food. Her objections fell on deaf ears, but once he was done, he kissed her. "Can't have you faint on me, yeah? Night's long."

An hour later, after he'd forced her to eat her meal and drink her juice, he was more than happy to find her straddling his hips. Shutting the telly off, he pulled her up his body. "Come back for more, have we?" His hands lazily explored her sides, moving up and down her slender ribcage.

If she thought too hard about what had happened between them, Willow would have gathered herself and scrambled out of the room the moment she’d come to her senses. But she’d stayed and eaten and watched Spike flip through infomercials on the hotel TV. All the while, she’d replayed the encounter in her mind’s eye… trying to recapture the exotic sensations of fear mixed with arousal. But it wasn’t like the classic romantic fantasies she’d conjured up when she was twelve and first masturbated to when she was thirteen. Xander was the leading man back then, later to be replaced by Oz – sometimes when she was feeling particularly naughty it would be both of them together.

No… this was very different. It was something that had to be experienced. She finally understood why Oz had given into Veruca. And she even understood why he’d left her. Once you’ve had a taste of the exotic… how could you possibly go back to vanilla?

Now, as she looked into Spike’s eyes, Willow flashed a wicked smile and ground her hips over him. “You said if I ate something…” she arched her back and undid her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. As his attention dropped to her breast, she reached up and removed the bandage from her neck. “Now it’s your turn for a little snack…”

The blood froze in his veins. "No!" he rasped, holding her at arms length and dragging his gaze away from her wound, and from the dark depths of her eyes.

Jerking her hand free, her eyes flashed dangerously, like an addict deprived of a drug. “What do you mean ‘no’? You going soft on me?” she taunted. “You wanted me to get over Oz and you succeeded. If I wanted vanilla I would have stuck with Ed. Ted. Whatever,” she waved her hand in dismissal. “But you showed me what I really want…” she leaned forward poised like a panther as she lowered her mouth to his chest and dragged her tongue across his nipple before nipping it between her teeth.

His skin sizzled with heat everywhere she touched him. Hissing, he moved his head to the side, gripping her arms as she had her way with him. "There's plenty between vanilla and a near death experience, right?" Confident, he raised his hips to meet hers. "Red, we can do it on the bed, on the floor, upside down.... we can do it without touching, or tied up so tight you can't move... in the middle of campus, on the beach, or in costume... but we're not doing that again. Now why don't we get these off," he said, hooking his finger under her bikini bottom, “and get to the part where you're shouting my name."

Denying his attempt to remove the remainder of her clothing, she instead slid down his body until she was kneeling between his legs and her lips brushed the tip of his cock. “I guess we’ll just have to see about that…” she whispered. A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes before her mouth closed over him and she took him to the back of her throat.

The world stopped spinning for him. Groaning out his pleasure, and knowing he'd won the argument, he threaded his fingers through her hair and struggled to prevent himself from pushing up to make her take all of him. "Good... so good. Fuck..."

While Willow’s moved her mouth over him and teased him with her tongue, her own arousal was mounting as she formulated new and exhilarating ways to coax the beast to come out and play again.