Chapter Thirty-Four
Subliminal Magnetism
After speaking with Spike and reassuring himself that the younger demon wouldn’t go too far with his playtime, Angel quickly closed his cell phone and tucked it away in his coat.
He still felt enticing rage coursing through him coupled with an unhindered passion that he just could not get rid of.
The ardor felt like it was attached to him – glued to his body and soul - permanently. The ravenous need for his mate was unbridled in its truth, which was that he was literally starving for her. To have her underneath him, screaming and panting, her body endlessly quaking as she comes was an unquenched thirst boldly racking his entire being.
It was teetering on that virtual line of violence and gentleness. And it was made worse by the fiercely hostile urges that were still coursing through him at being denied what he saw as his right to kill Xander.
Standing there he could still feel Xander’s hatred flowing through the room and directed at him. Just as Buffy was a drug to his lustful appetite, Xander was the medicine that would appease his rage. But he had made a promise and he’d stake himself before breaking anymore promises to Buffy.
“Where is he? Where’s Spike? Is he okay?” Cordy frantically asked as she stood next too him.
Brought out of his thoughts, Angel turned, and faced the brunette with quizzical eyes. A smirk grew on his face as he noticed her tension filled orbs gazing back at him.
He knew that look. Any man with half a brain could decipher that look on a woman’s face.
He had noticed it before, the open concern that his friend uninhibitedly showed as Spike almost became dust in the garden patio. He hadn’t thought on it though because at the time he was too concerned about Buffy. But now, looking back, her actions could only be described as caring.
He could not stop smirking at her, this was indeed an interesting turn of events, and he couldn’t resist teasing her. Of course it was no one else’s business so he took a step closer to her and spoke quietly.
“Cordy, is that concern I hear coming off your lips for Spike’s well being?”
His grin broadened as Cordy’s face flushed a lovely shade of pale pink.
“What? I’m not concerned, I just want to know what’s going on that’s all. You know me Angel, I’m a nosey body.” She chuckled, trying to come off unfazed and completely not uncomfortable with his question, which she totally was.
But Angel didn’t buy it.
“Cordy, you don’t have to hide your feelings from me. Besides,” he took a sniff, grinning from ear to ear. “I can smell them. You like him.”
Her face turned molten red and she practically stamped her foot on the floor as she furiously whispered to him.
“Okay first off, that sniffing thing is just gross. I would appreciate it if you kept that nasty little habit to Buffy. Secondly, I do not like Spike!”
She ended her rant with her eyes quickly glancing at the other occupants of the room, making sure that they did not over hear her; that was the last thing she wanted or needed at this point.
Angel just kept smiling at her, “Cordy you can’t deny it to me or to Spike for that matter.”
She opened her mouth to speak but he held up his hand.
“Look it’s not my business okay. Spike is…decent enough.”
Oddly enough that wasn’t as hard to say as he thought it would be.
“Just remember that he’s still a soulless demon regardless of that chip in his head. I just want you to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt and believe it or not…I don’t want to have to kill him.”
He was amazed that what he said was actually how he felt.
He really didn’t care if his good friend began a liaison with Spike. What he wanted was for her to be happy and if that meant sex with a soulless demon, then who the hell was he to say anything. Besides he knew that she would find incredible pleasure in the arms of his Grandchild, and he didn’t want to deny her that experience.
His eyes would have bulged with shock if he hadn’t stopped them from moving, because he was amazed by his own response. He never would have thought he’d be giving his approval for his friend to have sex with a demon and with Spike no less who was usually, or rather used to be, the demon he detested the most.
Nonetheless, here he was completely unbothered by the situation and actually giving his blessing. He almost didn’t even know who he was anymore.
Cordy’s eyes lowered her embarrassment a little less as she realized who she was talking to, her best friend.
When she spoke her voice was soft and uncertain, so unlike the Cordy everyone else knew. But not Angel, he knew her better then anyone ever had, and she knew that he would listen to her and not treat her any differently or judge her.
“I don’t know what I’m feeling Angel, I’m confused. I should hate him but I don’t and instead, I’m finding him very…intriguing.”
Though she knew he would not critique her unfairly, she still looked up expecting to see repulsion in his eyes. She was relieved to see exactly what her gut told her she would get from her friend…compassion and understanding.
“Well that’s Spike, irritating and pacifying at the same time.” Angel smiled at her, his hand automatically touching her arm and offering a quiet yet soothing acknowledgement of her discomfort.
“He’s not as bad as he likes everyone to think. Don’t get me wrong, he can be bad…very bad in fact, but underneath all that rough exterior, he’s really just a quiet English poet.”
Inside Angelus was laughing and groaning at the same time, poet…indeed.
Cordy’s eyes rose, showing her cheekiness once more.
“Quiet English Poet? Angel who are you trying to get over on?”
Angel smirked as she continued.
“He’s loud, obnoxious, conceited and rude. Not to mention completely full of himself and arrogantly self absorbed.”
Angel didn’t mention that she just described herself.
“Yup, he’s also very loyal, honest, strong, brave, and…” he leaned whispering hotly in her ear, “a very skilled, attentive and virile lover.”
Angel chuckled sensing the ex-cheerleader’s change in body temperature. It was hot, excited and more than just intrigued now.
While he was enjoying this little bit of fun in the middle of a harrowing time, he had to be upfront and remind her that she should not let her passions blind her to the realism that was Spike. He knew how enticing the unknown could be but there were things that she, regardless of how many vampire books she read – which he knew were many – was ignorant about.
“Look Cordy, you’re my friend and whatever you decide to do won’t make me think any differently about you. I also won’t try to stop you. But should you decide to go forward with this…attraction, promise me you’ll take it slow and not go into it with blinders on. He’s a soulless demon, and I guarantee you that his idea of a good sexual romp will be much more…contorted, than yours.”
She actually blushed, because though they were very close they had never discussed sex before, well okay they did but it was always about him and Buffy’s relationship and it was never that intricate. They had never talked about her personal sex life to such an intimate degree and she was a little embarrassed, thankful but embarrassed.
She smiled at him, nodding her head. “Thank you Angel for not…judging me, and looking out for me. I honestly don’t know what’s going to happen but it’s nice to know that I’ll have a friend that I can talk to if I need one.”
He smiled at her, “You’d do the same for me.”
Thinking back to the handcuffs in Spike’s crypt and knowing the demon the way that he did, Angel could easily envision the erotic details of that conversation.
Clearing his throat, he quickly added, “You know Buffy has a really great pair of listening ears, especially when it comes to sex and demons. I’m sure she’d love to talk to you more about it.”
He was lying of course; he didn’t know if Buffy would be open to that sort of relationship with her ex arch enemy but the thought of talking about his best friend’s sex life with Spike made him very uneasy.
Cordy chuckled clearly seeing his discomfort. “I get it Angel, maybe I will. Thanks for listening.”
“You’re welc…”
The words did not come out because he was hit with a rolling wave of burning hot lust that shot right to his loins.
Cordy watched as his body tensed, his face suddenly shifted, and his eyes darkened. “Angel? Are you okay?”
Angel…I need you…
“Angel?” Cordy asked.
My body is so hot and wet for you… I can’t wait to see you…please…come to me now…
His eyes closed, his mind was filled with the sound of Buffy’s throaty pleas. It rolled over him like warm wet sex completely engulfing him in a web of seduction.
“Angel?” Cordy said a little loud this time and it drew everyone’s attention to them.
But Angel didn’t hear her; he was enthralled by the woman inside his head, the Siren who was sending waves upon waves of desperate sexual need to him. His hand rose and rested on his belly, his fingers moving back and forth, caressing himself, and dipping ever so lower towards his pants.
Cordy was baffled by his sudden change in demeanor and she took a step closer. “Are you alright?” she asked again, this time a little lower.
His feral eyes snapped open and looked right at her, scorching her as he did. Cordy took a step back, unprepared for the uninhibited lust she saw reflected in his eyes.
She knew she shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop herself as her eyes looked down his body. She gulped even more uncomfortable than she was before when she saw his very large and bulging erection and his hand that was slowly making it’s way to it.
“Ah…maybe you should um…go and have some ah…alone time.” With that said she quickly walked away from him.
Angel…please…hurry…
Oblivious to everyone else in the room, Angel turned and walked toward his room. He barely made it inside and closed the door before he was beset with a burning arousal caused by what felt like Buffy’s hand stroking his manhood.
His eyes closed and his breath exhaled wildly as he felt her squeeze him roughly.
Buffy, what are you doing?
I don’t know…I just…need you so bad, the connection is so…strong…need you…now, please Angel…
He hissed with pure delight as he felt her wet tongue stroking his hard length. It felt incredible but he stopped himself from fully enjoying it because he knew now was not the time for mental sex games.
Buffy, stop…we can’t do this now…
Angel…please…I have to have you inside of me…I burn…I ache…
He moaned in unison with her deep raspy groan of need. It echoed through his head and sent ripples of lust throughout his body, straining his member even more. God, he felt like he was going to explode, he was so hard.
I can’t stop Angel…I can’t control it…I need you…I can’t wait…I need you…NOW…
“Oh God!” he exclaimed as he felt her mouth engulf him.
Taking three steps he fell on the bed, his hand unzipped his pants to release some of the pressure that was building in his loins. He could feel her, so hot and so wet as she took every inch of his length inside her mouth. It was so carnal, so intense, that any rational thoughts he had about how ill-timed this liaison was flew out of his head.
He concentrated on her until they connected fully.
He could see her lying on the bed in the same room she was in before, except now she was alone. Her hair was spread out amongst the pillow like a beautiful golden chalice, illuminating her flushed face like a beacon to his cold dead body.
Her chest heaved erratically, her hard nipples pressed against her shirt, crying out to be taken. He could not resist them and he imagined his mouth closing around one pert nipple, laving it with his tongue, sucking on the hard nub as his hands gripped both her breasts pushing them closer together, giving his hungry mouth more of what he desired the most.
He heard her throaty moan, felt her hands restlessly dig into his hair pushing him further against her hot skin.
He could feel her leg riding up his waist opening up to him as her wet heat slid against his naked flesh.
He could have stayed there all day, languishing in this erotic dream/reality, loving his woman the way she should be loved…slow and steady.
But she would not let him.
Her need was too great. And he felt her grab his hair, pulling his head up to stare into her dangerously hot eyes.
No Angelus…give it to me…hot and hard…fast…now!
He snarled with her command but proceeded to give her exactly what she wanted, what he wanted.
He grabbed her naked thighs and spread them apart as he thrust inside of her with one long hard stroke.
He watched as her head fell back into the pillows a smile of unadulterated pleasure across her beautiful lips.
Yes Angelus…take me…fuck me…
He worked her hard and fast just as she wanted. Stroking her sensitive feverish flesh over and over again, eliciting blood curdling whines of unabashed need from her lips. The sounds were an aphrodisiac and he grew harder, his cock grossly lengthening inside of her as he moved.
As he plunged inside, stroking every inch he could touch, a bright white light exploded behind his eyes.
She screamed, her nails scraped down his back as her legs tightened around his waist and her inner muscles squeezed his flesh.
He came hard, his own body racking with uncontrollable spasms. His orgasm felt like it went on forever, touching her in all the right spots, giving her life and taking back that which he needed.
It was complete…it was hot…it was perfect…and she wasn’t even there.
His eyes snapped open, his dead heart beat frantically in his chest, his mouth gasped for breath that he never needed. As he eased himself out of her, he felt her juices run down his leg brilliantly provoking the hairs to rise with elation.
It was all so real; he could smell her skin, he could reach out and touch the sweat that glistened on her golden body. He knew if he lifted his head just a little he could lick that sweetness up and marvel at her exquisite taste.
Staring up at the ceiling of his bedroom, he remembered that he was alone and that he was fully dressed.
How?
Her breathy answer came out in short gasps.
I don’t know…I just…needed you so…much… I couldn’t…wait to…see you.
After his heart rate slowed - rather Buffy’s heart rate because God knows his didn’t beat - he sat up amazed once again by this new wondrous connection. He smiled, obviously it had more bonuses then he had realized, and what truly amazing perks they were.
You liked that baby…we can do it again it you want…
He could see her sexy smile; one made to entice him back into her welcoming heat and for one second he let her tempt him. His eyes became heated again as his cock sprang to life ready, willing and able to once more pleasure his woman.
Instead, he scowled.
Standing up he pushed his hardness back inside of his pants.
Stop it…we have work to do…we can have pleasure later…
He scolded her harshly as a Master would to his lusty mate who was intent on more pleasures of the body instead of business.
Buffy stuck her tongue out at him as she, across town, sat up on the bed too rustling her hair. Her body singing with pleasurable tingles of after sex.
Party pooper…
Buffy I’m serious; it’s almost dark, they’ll be coming for you soon…
He felt her mental sigh and disappointment, and he knew that she had just unknowingly told him that she also was struggling with her baser desires. He took pity on her because really what person or demon could resist the lure of such unbelievable intoxication. Obviously he wasn’t able too.
He smiled at her, and it spoke of the deep love and affection he felt for her, but his eyes were sinfully evil and filled with promised rapture.
Mentally he caressed her cheek and she nuzzled his palm, purring like a cat.
We’ll have many more nights like this one lover…I promise…real nights where our bodies will meld into one, when we can taste and touch each other…flesh to flesh…I’ll always give you exactly what you need
She moaned and it sent a bolt of excitement down to his hardening loins. Swallowing hard he tried to keep his dark lustful desires back.
But you know what we have to do now. Dawn needs us…
I know…
Listen to me Buffy, when they come for you…don’t do anything, do you understand me…do exactly what they tell you to do…
He tensed feeling her eyes roll.
Don’t’ roll your eyes at me Buffy, I hate that.
He dug deep inside of himself, through that part of the bond – the mental leash is what Giles would call it – to where she would have no choice but to obey him.
You will obey me in this Buffy
He felt her mind slacken becoming attuned to his wants and desires. But he also felt her trying to pull away and deny the lure of his voice, fighting his call, fighting the side of her that needed and wanted to respond.
Once again he took pity on her, after all she was the Slayer and though it was the demon side of her it was still the side that was breed to destroy the likes of him. So he expected that half to struggle against his dominance. It was just really hard for him to remember that when she picked up so many aspects of their connection so quickly already.
His voice eased up, softly speaking to her…enticing her to him with a sweet and succulent pledge.
If you do as I tell you, you will be rewarded greatly…
Mentally he pictured himself at her core, tasting every inch of her, thrusting his tongue deep inside of her.
Buffy’s head fell back as heat instantly filled her and she groaned with need.
YES…yes…I promise Angel…I won’t do anything…I swear…
He smiled, pleased with her answer and with the comprehension that he just discovered the perfect way around her pesky slayer stubbornness that would come up in future disagreements, it was inevitable.
Good girl. When they come for you, let me know and I’ll be with you every step of the way…okay?
As Buffy’s body hummed with the lingering mental image he gave her she meekly answered. She would do anything he wanted her to do, she didn’t care, all she wanted was to collect her reward.
Okay Angel…
Hearing her soft compliance reminded him of her previous noncompliance, not to mention what happened with Riley.
Buffy, are you okay…Riley…he didn’t hurt you did he?
He felt her chuckle.
Riley? Please Angel, he’s just a minion, he couldn’t hurt me…
She sounded very laid-back about the whole thing and that irked him. He scowled, his voice showing his displeasure.
That’s not what it looked like to me…
He felt her mental shrug.
I was distracted…it was nothing Angel, just a little bite that’s all…
His face darkened, his body violently shook…he was absolutely livid, and he pushed his fury at her at full force.
When it hit Buffy, it was like being hit by a truck.
She was literally thrown back against the head board; she felt his hands brutally grip her wrists, slamming her arms up and above her head against the wall, and she felt the heavy weight of his body on her thighs.
Her black eyes were wide like saucers, tinted with slight fear and wonderment. She felt his hot angry breath on her face as the words he spoke vibrated through her body, fiery and beyond any anger she had ever felt from him.
NOTHING! Lover I know that you have not fully grasped what’s going on between us nor the changes that are happening to you because no one’s fully explained it to you…yet. For that reason alone I will try to forget your seemingly uncaring attitude about another vampire desecrating your body. I am also trying very, very hard not to be angry with the fact that you completely disobeyed my commands to stay where you were! Now, because you didn’t you are there in the hands of our enemy, out of my reach and my protection!
At first Buffy was afraid. His wrath was so great and so aimed at her that she now knew what Angelus’ enemies must feel like right before they were brutally tortured or killed.
Her fear didn’t last long though, the Slayer and dominate demon inside of her seemed to join forces against his violent and commanding outburst. Her voice was scathing as she answered, not willing to be his submissive mate…at least not now.
I don’t need protection Angelus, I’m the Slayer, I can take care of myself! Besides you never told me to stay put, Spike did, so you’re barking up the wrong tree…Lover…
He growled at the insolent snarl he heard off her lips. His wrists tightened and she keened a small whine of discomfort.
You don’t get it Buff! A command from Spike is the same as if it came out of my mouth! You obey it with no questions asked!
He looked at her face, which was red with anger and pain from his unforgiving grip on her wrists, and his heart opened to her. He had to calm down. She could not help her natural responses; it was who she was…or rather, who she used to be.
She was like a babe in the woods. Unknown to her she was living in a world that was ruled by the Alpha Male with a strong, and if need be, violent hand.
He had to remind himself again that she needed to adjust to this new world and that it was not going to be easy. It would be a toll on his control, a test of sorts for him to control the demon and let compassion, patience and understanding be the hand that fed her the education she needed to learn, and not the cruel teachings of the Master Vampire.
The tension in his body slackened and his face shifted back to normal, his eyes once more a deep chocolate brown. His hands relaxed their grip and he brought her wrists to his mouth.
She looked at him, her own anger dissipating under the deep loving expression in his eyes. She watched him raise her wrists to his mouth, kissing each one displaying as much love and tenderness as his violence had showed.
Her eyes softened as her heart thudded in her chest. God she loved him and the driving need inside of her to obey him fought against her independence. She was confused and disoriented, and it reflected in her soul. Angel didn’t need to hear any words expressing her bewilderment; he felt it in his core and in his heart.
Buffy, I know this is difficult for you and I’m sorry that I’m not more understanding of that, forgive me.
He sucked on her wrist, and the tension in her body turned to flames of desire, as her eyes watered from his words.
I…don’t understand what’s happening to me Angel. I don’t want to be so difficult…but I can’t stop it…I feel the draw to obey you but then I fight it…I can’t control it…I’m afraid…I don’t feel like myself…
He felt her frantic energy began to roil unsteadily inside of her. She was panicking and he had to calm her down.
He smiled at her, leaning down he softly kissed her trembling lips.
Shh…baby, I know and I’m sorry that I can’t take the time to answer all your questions. But you must believe me when I tell you that everything is okay, you are okay. Everything that you’re feeling is normal, it’s your destiny, one that I never wanted you to take Buffy. I never wanted you to feel this…obligated to me, I’m sorry love.
Tears fell from her eyes as she felt his guilt and sadness. She lifted her hand and touched his cheek.
Don’t be sorry Angel, I’m not. I love this connection; I can feel you everywhere inside me, like you’re a part of me. I’m just afraid that I can’t control what I’m feeling…that I won’t be able to…Dawn…
Dawn will be fine. You will be fine. You can control it baby. Remember what I taught you at the mansion? Remember how the bond reassured you at the hospital?
Yes…
That’s because as much as the bond makes you feel like you’re out of control it can also give you peace. It can give you the power you need to control its aggressive nature. You just have to learn how to use it.
There was a knock on his door, “Angel, we’re ready to go.”
He knew what Giles was saying because he felt his inner clock ticking away. “I’ll be right out Giles.”
Buffy, the sun is setting. Please don’t do anything when they come for you, just go along with them. I’ll know exactly where you are, okay? Just take deep breaths and remember that you’re not alone, you have me and the rest of our family to help you…
Okay Angel…
I promise baby…we’ll save Dawn…
I know…
Then when all of this is over, we’ll work on our bond together…
She grabbed his head, kissing him hungrily and with all of the love she felt for him, pushing it forward to him to such a degree that it felt like he was floating on a cloud of worship.
I love you Angel so much…so very much…
I love you too Buffy…always and forever…together we’re strong…
Yes…always together…