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Beast Master	By : Virtualpersonal Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Spike(William)/Willow > Spike(William)/Willow Views: 7027 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Beast Master
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 6-Ch. 6
- 7-Ch. 7
- 5
- 6
- 7
At its apex, the sun streamed through the elm trees that dotted the landscape of the cemetery. It would be hours before dusk. Walking on her toes so her spiked heels didn�t sink into the soft ground, Willow made her way through the older part of the graveyard where the crypts were. Her cheeks were flush with anticipation and when she reached the entrance of the dilapidated stone structure, she looked down at herself. Wiggling her hips, she adjusted her leather mini skirt and made sure the lacey magenta colored bra was just peeking out of the tight top she was wearing � as if by accident� but totally not.
Taking a breath, she leaned her weight into the heavy stone door until it gave way enough for her to slip inside. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness before continuing down to where spike had set up residence underground.
The sound of the door scraping against marble brought Spike instantly awake. Jackifing to a sitting position, he prepared to defend himself. Then he saw it was her. Bloody hell... when was he ever able to defend himself against her?
His gaze focused on her clothing, clinging to her curves and making her look that much more dangerous. He looked up into her face, and couldn't help thinking she looked all predator.... and he was the prey.
His gaze darted to the door... but it was daylight outside. As good as trapped, he licked his lips and looked over at her. "Shouldn't you be in class?"
�Cancelled,� she lied as she moved toward him. She caught him by the arm before he sprang off the bed, coaxing him to sit on the edge of the bed with an utterly wicked smile. �So I thought I�d bring you breakfast in bed.�
"Did you now?" He put his hands protectively in front of him, settling them on her shoulders. Fuck, the instant her scent hit him, his body was reacting. And that wasn't all... his demon was stirring too. "Why don't you be luv and make some coffee. I'll get dressed..."
�No coffee� and no need to dress. I brought your favorite breakfast.� Leaning into the force of his hands on her shoulders, she lifted her foot to the edge of the bed next to him and trailed her fingers alonger her inner thigh, exposing the bite marks he�d left there a few days before. She knew where all her major blood vessels were now, and Spike�s beast seemed especially fond of the femoral artery.
He struggled not to follow her gaze, but failed miserably. The sight of his mark on her reminded him too strongly of those desperate moments when she'd pushed him over the edge again. When he'd begged her to stop... when she'd worked those scarlet lips of hers over him and demanded he give her what she wanted.... the moment when the unbearable pain in his head had failed to prevent his demon from succumbing to blood lust... when he'd ravaged her, and fucked her... and did to her all the things he'd promised would never happen again.
Blinking, he looked back up at her. "No more. No more of that. It's changing you, Red. I don't recognize you anymore," he said, rubbing her shoulders, yet making sure to maintain the distance between them. "Something's happening, and it's not good."
Cinnamon brows furrowed over eyes darkened with black liner while ruby lips formed a pout. �I�m still me�� she touched his face, her finger tracing angular features. �I�m just not moping around anymore like a victim. You showed me how to go after what I want�� she moved her thigh so it rubbed against the side of his bare chest. ��and I want you.�
A jolt of pure heat shot through him, sending him careening back from her. An expletive almost slipped out of his mouth, but he knew now they both got off on that. "I showed you there's nothing to be afraid of. There's a world of difference between that, and ... and..." Mesmerized by the glimpse he got of her pink tongue slipping in and out, he lost his train of thoughts.
�Right� and I�m not afraid�� she took advantage of his withdrawal, climbing onto the bed and crawling toward him like a panther. �Are you?� she dropped her head to look at him through thick lashes knowing he had a clear view of her cleavage from his vantage backed up against the headboard.
Watching her crouch down low, her hips and shoulders moving in alternate directions, her breasts brushing against his legs... he thought he was going to die. Right, oxymoron, but who was keeping count.
His entire body tensed, his skin felt so stretched and tight and his cock... there was no hiding it under the thin sheet. She made him ache for her... it was so easy, and by the look of it, she knew. Unable to resist, he put his hands in her hair, closing his fists... forcing her to stop her advance. He was aware... so aware that if she looked down, her mouth would be hovering over his arousal. "Sodding hell."
His grip tightened. "Yes. I am afraid. Will that stop you?" He could tell by that gleam in her eye, that her answer was no. "I hurt. It hurts me to see you like this, not yourself. Will that stop you? It hurts me when I bite..." his voice grew thick with need, something he couldn't suppress. "Will that stop you?"
A sharp pang struck somewhere deep inside and her brow bunched over eyes now dark with desire. �Baby, I don�t want to hurt you�� she purred, rocking forward. �The chip�� she dropped her mouth and dragged her tongue across the tight muscles of his abdomen before she rocked forward, deliberately brushing her hardened nipple across the peak of the tented his sheet that did little to conceal his rock hard cock. �What would you say if I could remove it?�
He almost came up off the mattress when her mouth touched him. "Don't expect me to have a serious conversation like this." He tried to pull away, gripped her hair and prevented her from touching him again. "What if I go back to who I was? What if I kill people, your friends. Would it be worth it... just so you can get your thrills?"
His hands shook as he tried to prevent himself from thinking of her getting her thrills... right now... moving on him. Fuck. "I think you're addicted to something... to this, and it's dangerous."
Willow tried to lower her mouth to suck him through the thin fabric of the sheet, hissing when he held her fast and yanked her hair. She did not hear his warning� only his rejection. Green eyes flashed, clashing with his. Withdrawing abruptly, she batted his hand away from her hair.
�So what are you suggesting?� she spun around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to him. �Cold turkey? You expect me to go back to vanilla after I�ve had a taste of super fudge brownie nut supreme with a liqueur chaser?� She pretended to look in non-existent pockets of her skirt. �Wait� I think I still have Ted�s number� let me give him a call�� she drawled sarcastically.
A warning flashed in his eyes a split second before he grasped both her wrists, and rolled her over onto her back, next to him. Half sprawling over her with the sheet separating them, he pulled her wrists up above her head. "This isn't vanilla." Lowering his head, he ground his mouth over hers until she opened for him and he was pushing his tongue inside. Hot, wet and slick... she had to know this was no ordinary kiss. Not when he was fucking and claiming and possessing her with every stab of his tongue, with every tightening of his hands around her wrists, and with every aggressive move of his body pressing into hers.
Willow gasped, eyes alight with fiery anticipation in the split second before his mouth came down over hers and he stole her breath in a brutal, untamed kiss. Fingernails bit into the hands that held her, but that only served to give him more focus, fueling his desire to possess her completely. Arousal quivered through her, but it wasn�t enough. Spike had the beast on a tight leash.
�That�s all you�ve got?� she lifted her mouth to his to take him again in an even deeper kiss, heart slamming against her chest as she fought to rob him of that control.
Logically, he knew she was lying... he knew from the way her heart was pounding and from her ragged breaths... from the way she pulled at him, that he'd bloody well gotten to her with that kiss. Still, her words stung him into action. Sliding one hand along the slender column of her throat, he used his thumb to move her jaw back and forth, guiding her motions. He felt her resist, and at the same time, she started to move restlessly under him... the way she did when she was so turned on and focused on her needs that she would start to vocalize and demand things... things he sometimes didn't want to give... didn't want her to need.
A part of him... the dark part buried deep inside... knew what she wanted. Recognized her desire to kiss, and touch, and fuck even as she ran out of precious air... wanted to come as close as one could to death.
He devoured her. His mouth sealed to hers and he was unyielding in his demand. Willow responded, her hips grinding at first with deliberate intent to unhinge him and then in a frantic bucking to free herself when he still he refused to succumb to his primal urge. He was suffocating her. Her eyes went wide with panic and locked on his. The bestial look he returned sent a thunderbolt of desire searing through to her core. Moaning, she jerked her hands still held firmly over her head. Her world seemed to slow down and every sensation magnified tenfold. Her body throbbed and she felt the euphoric sensation of oxygen deprivation start to overtake her.
If she craved danger and pain in order to burn with the intensity of an inferno, he'd give it to her, but he wasn't going to suffocate her. Pulling away abruptly, he got on his knees, grasped her wrists and dragged her up. In one ruthless motion, he had her sitting with her back against the wall and her arms pinned above her head.
Wild-eyed, Willow sucked in great gasps of air as he pushed his hand inside her panty, intent on getting it off, but when she desperately moved her slick heat against his palm, he moved his fingers back and forth, relentlessly stimulating her. Crawling closer, needing to give her what she needed... to show her she could have it his way, he took her mouth with his, working it as hard as he was working her, forcing her to respond.
Willow�s breath came in sharp pants as their tongues dueled and she fought for dominance even as his fingers curled inside her and his thumb stroked rough circles around her slick nub. She cried out, infuriated by his unwavering control. Jerking away from his kiss, she pressed her cheek against the cold stone of the tomb, exposing the rapid fire pulse of her neck, but still he kept the beast in check. �Spike. Dammit,� she ground out in frustration.
Changing tactics, she concentrated on the exquisite sensations he was drawing out of her, grasping for that surge of unrestrained power that would send her over the top so she could take him with her. But even as her nails clawed his back and she imagined his fangs sinking into her, the climax eluded her and she released a guttural moan as it hovered just beyond her reach.
�Spike� please�� she begged forcing his mouth to her neck, still raw from multiple bite marks from weeks earlier.
Her pleas sharpened his hunger until he was ravenous. Forcing his knee under her, he replaced his fingers with his thick, surging cock. He pushed inside her, trying to concentrate on how tight she was, how she squeezed around him... how she made him feel. Anything... he had to concentrate on anything but what she was tempting him to do.
"No," he said hoarsely. "Feel... Willow. Want you so bad to feel what I feel." His blood was pounding at his temples, his body was screaming for more. He wasn't holding back... he was taking her with all the force her body could withstand and it had to be enough. God it had to... it had to, he told himself each time her wound rubbed across his mouth and sent his mind and desire to dark places.
A part of her knew that Spike was trying desperately to fulfill her desires� to cater to her needs� to give her the world. In return, Willow tried desperately to catch the big wave as it rolled through her depths, to allow herself to be swept up in it and carried through the turbulence until she slammed against the rocks and shattered into ecstasy. But it was as if the beast was teasing her, nipping at her from the taut length of its tether, distracting her from her own fulfillment.
Unquenched need blazed into a fury that was all consuming. Green eyes bled to black and the witch, more powerful than even she knew, drew an inky tendril of magic from her true source and guided it to the chip nestled against Spike�s cerebral cortex. Carefully, she wove a temporary dampening spell around it, intent on freeing the beast from its cage.
It was as if something was torn from his head. He reared back in pain, and then felt the euphoria of freedom. Even as his gaze locked with her now black eyes, he knew he couldn't fight it, that she'd found yet another way to force the beast out.
"Willow..." he snarled with pure predatory need, releasing her wrists and dragging her up against his body rigid with need. One hand on her arse, the other tugging her head back by her hair, he slammed into her full force, trying to satiate the beast's needs. "Mine..." he told her with his piercing stare, and with the aggressive movements of his body, calculated to possess and to brand, and daring her to contradict him.
�Spike,� she whispered his name, a sinful smile curling her lips in anticipation. �Yours��
Morphing, he brought his mouth down over hers, carelessly cutting her lip. Blood... so sweet... so spicy, it made his head turn, made him need with the ferocity of the beast. He caught her lower lip, gripping it between his for a full two minutes as he fucked her. The knowledge that she couldn't pull away, that she had to submit, was intoxicating.
The sudden, abrupt thrill of Spike giving over to the beast sent Willow careening over the edge of oblivion. Pleasure merged with pain and she shrieked, her body clamping like a vice around him as she shuddered through the powerful orgasm.
Her shout spiked his need to new heights, made him swell inside her. Releasing her lip, he twisted slightly so he could bow her all the way back until her head touched her toes as he fucked her. With each powerful thrust of his hips, he commanded her. "Again. Come again."
The beast in him wouldn't take 'no' for an answer, not when it needed her to comply, to submit, to be his in all senses of the word. Spike moved his hand over her waist, her ribs, her breast... squeezing and groaning with his own pleasure. "Come," he growled, slamming into her until she had to be raw with pain, but unable to fight his instincts.
Willow let out a shriek of agony as he drove into her, pummeling her hypersensitive core without mercy. Her eyes were still black as the abyss as she held fast to the tendril of magic that muted the effect of the chip, but still the beast wasn�t behaving. �Spike� you�re hurting me�� she gasped out as he yanked her hair, forcing her body to bend at an unnatural angle. Arousal was replaced by searing pain and she struggled to reclaim the excitement she felt when he first gave over to the beast.
�I can�t�� she cried out again, reaching out blindly to find his head and force him to devour her like she wanted. �Bite me� baby please�� the thought of his fangs sinking into her neck on her command gave her a heady buzz allowing her to ignore the pain of his assault.
Cold rage at her disobedience had him silently fucking her for another few minutes, ignoring her pleas. And then when he was too close to hold it any longer, he lowered his head, and sank his fangs into her abdomen, feeling her shudder under the burning pressure of his teeth.
He started to come hard and fast, deep inside her, never letting a drop of her blood escape his mouth and drip to the floor. Now that they were connected, he gave her the mental command again... warning her that he would drain her dry if she didn't come with him now.
�I can�t!� she sobbed in a strangled, terrified whimper. It wasn�t on her terms� it was just pain, no pleasure. In the moments before everything went black, she released the spell dampening the chip and forcing it to lock back into place.
Blinding pain forced Spike's beast back under control. He pulled his bloodied mouth off her, horrified that he was exploding inside her even while she lay limp and unconscious. "Willow," he rasped, cradling her as the last waves of his release washed over him. He put his hand over her gaping wound, and pulled her into his arms in a more natural position. "Willow, please wake..."
Something wet hit his forearm. It took him a moment to realize it was his tears. What had she made him do? "Willow," this time all of his anguish bared. "Luv, please..." He was about to scramble up and carry her to the hospital, even if he was burned into nothingness.
After a moment, green eye�s fluttered open and met Spike�s tormented gaze. She tried to pull out of his arms, but she had no strength left. �I�m okay,� she rasped weakly.
"God," he held her tight to his chest, hugging her. A part of him wanted to shake her, to be angry, to ask if she'd gotten what she wanted... but he was too scared. So scared he'd almost lost her, almost killed her. He stared into her eyes, hesitated, then blurted out the truth he'd thought she would have seen by now. "I love you. If I'd..." He swallowed. "We can't do this again. I can't lose you."
Her eyes opened wider and she shook her head weakly. �No� no you don�t,� she said, her voice regaining some strength. �It�s not love. It�s lust� and that�s okay. It�s all I want,� she wiggled free of his smothering embrace. �I�m fine. You�re not going to lose me. If you weren�t so stubborn I wouldn�t have had to do that��
"You almost died." He rubbed his hand across his forehead, unable to believe her words. For one crazy moment he'd thought she might have learned from this, that things would go back to normal... but she'd dashed his hopes to bloody bits.
As she started to pull her clothes on, he did the same. "I'm over a hundred years old, I know the difference between the two." He touched her shoulder, then put his hand under her chin and forced her to look at him. "I want us to find something more... more than this..." he waved at he wrecked sheets.
�There isn�t anything more than this, Spike,� she snapped back, jerking away from his gaze. Never again. She�d given up on love when Oz showed her that the beast won. She wasn�t going to let the beast defeat her. Never again.
Still dizzy from the blood loss, she stumbled slightly as she jerked her leather skirt back in place and did her best to close the blouse with several missing buttons. Once she was dressed she started for the ladder where she knew he couldn�t follow her.
The stark rejection in her eyes had him flinching. He didn't give up. "I can show you more than this, if you give me the chance."
She paused with her foot on the bottom rung and held his gaze. For a moment, her face flushed with heat and she almost went back to him to see what he was offering, but the thought of Oz in the cage with Veruca was all it took to remind her that she wasn�t the doormat Spike was looking for. Veruca had the right idea. Master the beast and take what you want.
Pulling her gaze away, Willow continued up the ladder and out into the sunlight.
Spike gripped the ladder and started after her, stopping at the last rung and resting his forehead against the frame. There was an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach, a cold clammy fear that he'd lost her.
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