Buffy lay sprawled across their bed. Her sweet, flesh bared for their eyes and offered up to their bodies. She was sensuality incarnate, and it only made Angel want her more. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the soft swell of her breasts down the curves to her belly and finally to the almost bare mound between her legs. There was no fear emanating from her, no embarrassment, and he realized she was right. He didn’t love this woman, because he didn’t know this woman. It hurt, and he found himself annoyed at her cavalier attitude about being in their bed, and in their life.
He glanced up at Spike, who was lying against the pillows and laughing as he stared down at the blonde beauty. Suddenly Buffy was giggling, too. It made him wonder why he was there. They seemed to be perfectly content with only each other. It was something else that she was right about, he hadn’t forgiven her for the relationship she’d had with Spike. Angel wiped his hand over his face as he tried to figure out what to do with these feelings he didn’t want to have.
“Angel,” Buffy said, pulling his hand away from his face. She looked serious again as she studied him with open curiosity. “Isn’t this what you wanted? A roll in the hay, a little slayer blood, and then throw it back into Reggie’s face that you got something he couldn’t get.”
“Oh, please, are you saying you never slept with him?” Angel snapped. “Andrew said that you and the Immortal were quite snuggly.”
“Snuggly?” Buffy giggled, as she scooted to a sitting position. Still she didn’t try to cover up, and her movements made her sweet fragrance even heavier in the air. “Angel, said snuggly.” She prodded Spike with her elbow. “Did you hear?”
Spike laughed even harder, until Angel flashed him a warning look. That shut him up fast. This wasn’t turning out the way he’d planned. The way Buffy had described it he’d acted quite arrogantly. Unable to accept the truth of the matter, he turned away from them, wrapping his arms around his pulled up legs. He sighed.
“Angel, can say all sorts of fun stuff,” Spike growled in a conspiratorial whisper into Buffy’s ear. “He has nicknames for…well, sex parts and sex acts.”
“Spike, shut up.”
It only made them laugh harder. It was over. He was tired and annoyed. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he started to stand up, but hands pulled him back. He decided not to resist. He was curious of what they would do. Maybe they want did him, at least he hoped so. They separated, putting him between them. Buffy and Spike were pressed against him. He liked it. The contrasting hardness and softness of their bodies against him felt more than just good. It felt right. It shouldn’t. He and Spike were mated. Their blood mixed in a claiming…just like he’d done to Buffy.
“Did you ever bite Buffy?” Angel asked, turning to Spike.
“No, she never let me,”
Spike replied, with a casual wave of his hand.
“Something about her damn neck already been marked by every other
vampire in the western hemisphere.”
“But you love her, right?” Angel persisted.
“Well, bloody hell, of course I did, and do. What are you going on about?”
Angel wrapped his arm around Buffy, hauling her on top of him. He ran a finger over the mark he’d left on her neck once very long ago. He wrapped Buffy’s hair around his hand as he switched to game face.
“Whoa, wait,” Buffy protested. She planted her hands on his chest, pushing herself away from him. “What are you doing?”
“Tasting you,” Angel explained. “It’s what we were going to do…remember?”
“Yeah, but you look like you’re going to eat me or something.” Buffy glanced over at Spike warily, and Angel used his other hand to pat her back.
“Just a bit,” Angel grinned, proud of his quip, and they all laughed this time. Before she could protest again, he pulled her by her hair toward him and sank his fangs into her neck. She uttered a soft shriek. He could feel her reaching for Spike, but it only took a couple of swallows before he knew what he wanted to know. She was still pure, untainted by the Immortal’s poison. She hadn’t lied about sleeping with Reggie. It was a relief. He turned his attention back to the wiggling woman on top of him.
Buffy’s legs were open, leaving her knees pressing on his hips as she pushed her cunt against him. Her juices were coating his flesh, and he knew that he had to have her now. This time there wouldn’t be any stopping. He needed her, needed to reacquaint himself with all of her, body and soul. Slowing down the rate of his drinking to make it last until it was time; he rolled them on their side. She clung to him. Her fingers digging into his shoulders as she mewled her protest of the new position. He didn’t think she would for long. Spike was already shifting, molding to Buffy’s back as Angel made her more comfortable.
It seemed she was ready also as she relaxed against him, soft sighs echoing in his ear as he paused at her entrance. It was only when Spike met his eyes that he began the journey to making Buffy his again. He could feel Spike’s entry as well, separated only by the thin membrane between them. Angel removed his fangs from her, and she dropped her head back against Spike’s shoulder.
“Yes, please yes,” Buffy murmured, as they thrust deeper into her heat.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, love,” Spike asked, his hand holding her hips still. His fingers, though, never stopped moving in calming circles until they were both fully embedded inside the most delicious heat he’d ever known.
“Uh-huh,” Buffy murmured in response. She surprised Angel with her next move, pressing his hand to her breast. He didn’t hesitate to follow her direction, squeezing the luscious mound that filled his hand. She arched when he flicked the nipple lightly. “That’s it,” she encouraged. “I’m ready,” she whispered next, and that surprised him as well. He was suddenly thankful Spike was the one that had brought out the sexual creature in her. At this point, he thought he’d have to kill anyone else who’d enjoyed her charms.
It was feeling too good to take the time to analyze at that point though. Buffy squeezed him with her inner walls, sending electrical darts of desire coursing through him, and he had no choice but to thrust deeper into her cunt. Spike’s hand drifted along his arm, capturing his attention. Their eyes met again as they synchronized into a rhythm that would bring all of them the most satisfaction. Buffy’s pants and moans let them know they were pleasing her, and Angel followed Spike’s lead.
Lowering his head, Angel licked at the bite he’d just left, which sent Buffy into a fit of quivers. He could feel her nails digging deep into his flesh, and he smiled. It was good to have her back in his life, and in his bed. Too many years had passed since their only time together, and then she’d been shy and scared. He liked the woman she’d become, unafraid of letting her lovers know what she wanted, and encouraging them when they did something she liked.
“Ah, fuck, Buffy,” Spike begged, his thrusts speeding up. “Take me, pet.”
She was wiggling again between them, her hips keeping time with them as they rocked together. Angel reached over to grab onto Spike, holding on to his mate, as they lost themselves to the sensations of having the slayer between them. Her toes were curling against his leg, her cunt keeping its own timing, squeezing and releasing them as they drove her to the pinnacle, and her hands were no longer still. They slid over Angel’s body, stroking him, learning the planes of his body. It was exquisite to feel her soft touch, sometimes unsure as they coasted through territory she’d never known before, but then becoming bold as they realized the enjoyment they were giving him. He responded in kind, moaning, whispering words of direction when she faltered.
Spike wasn’t idle either, touching her, and then turning to his mate.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Buffy chanted, her body tightening as it signaled she was close. Spike took Angel’s hand, and together they reached between them, sliding into the silky dampness, until they found her clit. She gave a small cry as they rubbed it, and she had a small orgasm. They weren’t done, and Angel followed Spike’s lead in teasing her, circling it, keeping time with their cocks until suddenly Spike pinched the small bundle of nerves. It was all it took as Buffy came undone. Her body shuddered, and she was biting her lower lip to keep from screaming.
Watching the delight on her face was all Angel needed to follow her over the edge. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, squeezing Spike’s ass as he took the final plunge deep into her body. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, as he released his seed. It was the touch of Spike’s fingers on the back of his neck that made him look up. They were both smiling at him, and he grinned back. This was the way it should be, and he wondered why it didn’t bother him that he would think that. He kissed them both as they rearranged themselves, getting comfortable in the bed.
“Well, gee guys,” Buffy said, leaning back on their pillows. “All that time we wasted wondering who loved who, and we could have been doing this.”
“Liked it, didn’t you?” Spike asked, kissing the tip of her erect nipple. He licked it, making it even more elongated. “It was pretty good.”
“Whatever,” Buffy retorted, holding him by the back of the head to keep him paying attention to her breasts. “Pretty good? It was pretty amazing.”
“Yeah, it was,” Angel inserted. He sighed, curling his arm to prop his head on so he could watch them. But then he couldn’t resist, reaching out to caress her hip, letting his fingers drift down her thigh. “You’re amazing, Buffy.”
“Thanks, Angel. I’m glad I came to
“So, are we,” he replied, before reaching down to pull the covers over them. Spike was now lying with his head on her chest, while her fingers played idly with his curls. They were relaxed in the after glow, and Angel was ready for a little shuteye himself. Tomorrow was going to be as difficult as today had been, and they were going to need all their wits about them as they planned their strategy. At least, there would be no doubt that Buffy belonged to them. He kissed her cheek. “Good night.”
She smiled. “Good night, Angel.”
No one questioned whether she would spend the whole night in their bed. She would. It was the arrangement after all, but as he settled down to sleep, Angel realized that it seemed as right as the lovemaking they’d just indulged in, this was where she belonged. He just hoped that after the battles to come, they could come to a suitable agreement on her place in their lives. For now, though he was going to enjoy having her with them.
to be continued…