For Love of a Wolf: Alric's Story
by SpikesKat
Chapter 11
From the relative safety of the bedroom doorway, Alric stared at the girl huddled beneath the covers, only her face left exposed. His demon let out a happy rumble; an odd feeling of contentment at being back in her presence washed through him. She looked no older than a child lying there so peacefully, yet he wanted her regardless; he knew full well that she was anything but child-like in manner. Even now he could hear the steady thrum of “mine” begin to reverberate in his head, threatening to overcome his resolve to leave her be. Knowing that it would be better to retreat to the shower and wash away the dirt, grime, and blood of his adversary, then catch a few hours sleep on the couch.
The girl was an innocent. As soon as she’d fulfilled her purpose – and part of him was wondering if he even needed to use her at all – she would be free to leave. Back to her life, her family.
The sharp pang he felt at that thought, he completely ignored.
It wasn’t her fault he’d claimed her in a moment of possessive anger. That she completed the claim was irrelevant; she’d had no idea what she was saying, or what it meant. Holding her to her promise, to an eternity spent with him, hardly seemed, for lack of a better word, fair. She was a helpless victim, taken by demons and forced into the role of slave. Keeping her would only perpetuate the wrong that had been done to her.
Alric sighed at the recent turn of events his unlife had taken. Wondering when it had become so complicated, to the point where he was lying to his sire by omission. He stilled as the girl suddenly rolled over and reached out towards his side of the bed.
Mine, his demon shouted triumphantly, never mind smugly. Having called to her on a purely instinctive level and seen the proof of her response, it thought nothing of gloating. Alric barely refrained from snorting out loud.
She’s leaving... get used to it.
Now if he could only figure out who he was trying to convince. Because when he finished mentally berating himself, Alric saw that he was halfway to the bed with every intention of joining the girl. Shaking his head, Alric launched into round two of “supposed to be leaving the girl alone, dammit” as he stomped off towards the bathroom.
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“Did Alric seem to be acting strange to you?” Buffy asked Spike after the others had left to rest up before their confrontation with the Triad later that night. “On edge, maybe?”
Spike debated telling her about the demon his childe reeked of, finally deciding it couldn’t hurt.
“I don’t think that’s all of it,” Buffy admitted when Spike finished. “I mean, yeah, I get the whole torture bit. But you know Alric. Our calm, cool, always-in-control Alric...”
Spike quirked a brow and waited for the Slayer to continue.
“I don’t know… it just seemed like… well, he reminded me of the time he confronted Angel.”
“How’s that?”
“Angry. Territorial. And I mean very.”
Now it was Spike’s turn to frown, and he made a mental note to have a chat with Alric once the business with the slavers was dealt with.
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Alric had every intention of dressing and leaving the bedroom, and the huge king-sized bed, to the girl. He’d given himself a thorough talking to in the shower, listing all the reasons why he shouldn’t become attached to her. Then there was how he’d become acquainted with her in the first place. And while his sire probably wouldn’t have cared, he knew Buffy wouldn’t let the matter slide. Never mind that he’d never actually treated the girl like a slave.
Technically.
How he ended up in bed with her, Alric couldn’t say. One minute he’d been standing at the dresser, his hands gripping the handles of one of the drawers, the next he was across the room and sliding between the sheets. His towel had disappeared en route.
Things seemed to go downhill from there. Downhill in the sense that he wasn’t supposed to be doing what he was doing. Or enjoying it so damn much.
But the girl was his – according to vampiric law and her own words – and there was just no getting around that fact. Ignoring her presence could be likened to going an entire day without feeding then being presented with Sire's blood, only to claim he wasn’t hungry. Fucking impossible, was what it was.
His arm wrapped around her waist and drew her body back against his. He grinned at the tiny mewl that escaped her lips when his erection pressed into her ass, at how she arched back against his chest, trying to get closer. Her response went straight to his head – both of them. His body grew taut with the need to possess her. The hand that had been holding her in place slid lower. Down into the soft thatch of hair and beyond. Drawing a line along her slit, up and back, up and back. Over and over, until his finger was nice and wet.
Alric finally caved to his own need to see how her pussy felt wrapped around his finger, sliding it in as far as it would go. The heat wasn’t unexpected, but it was more intense, given that it was her. Making him want to push the girl to her back and replace it with his dick. Unsure whether he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, or take his time see how long he could take things slow before he gave into his needs. Even knowing that she was a virgin, and a human one at that, wasn’t enough to tamp down his desire to take.
Alric didn’t need a mirror to know that his eyes had bled to yellow as he continued to pleasure her. His face started to shift; his fangs itched with an irrepressible need to sink into her neck. To once again taste her blood, flavored to perfection now that she was claimed as his.
And he wondered, not for the first time – and what surely wouldn’t be the last – what it was about the girl that made him lose every bit of his hard-earned self control. Why his demon seemed dead set on pushing and prodding until it got its way.
Like now.
His fangs grazed the skin on her shoulder, nicking her flesh and exposing the scent of her blood to the air, and his sensitized nose.
She smelled of him. Just that tiny bit of blood he’d made her swallow to complete the claim had branded her as his own.
Mine, his demon crowed. Happy that it had gotten its own way. That it was finally going to get to finish what it had started.
Alric lapped greedily at the droplets of blood. Swirled the taste in his mouth before swallowing it down.
She tasted like him. Tasted like Spike. Buffy too. All the clan actually, given how often they shared each others’ blood.
She tasted like home…
He could drain her dry and still be greedy for more – not that such a thing was possible now. With his bite, he’d given her immortality. The only way she’d die would be if he were to dust. And even then, his sire would no doubt take her in. Claim the girl on his behalf. Or one of the others would do it. She was family now, after all. His.
Alric knew the second the girl’s restless twitching gave way to wakefulness. Her heart rate sped up and she began to pant; her legs fell open even further, giving his fingers more room to work. Encouraging a deeper penetration.
Never one to turn down an opportunity, he added a second finger to the first, twisting his hand so that he could circle her clit with his thumb. His other hand, having been idle long enough, began to tease one of her nipples. Rubbing it between thumb and forefinger until it was nice and hard, then started on the other.
His mouth returned to her neck to nibble lightly at the pale skin there. She smelled and tasted faintly of the hotel’s body wash. Chamomile and something else. Innocence, perhaps? He wasn’t sure; it had been a good long while since he’d smelt that elusive aroma. Long before he’d broken away from the Aurelian family and formed a new one with his sire. Before his father had announced in no uncertain terms when he’d gained his majority that as the third son of a Viscount, he’d have to make his own way in the world. That the Sotheby coffers had run dry as far as he was concerned.
Alric still remembered the look on his mother’s face as he’d walked out the front door, wanting desperately to call him back, but unable to do so with her husband standing next to her, a firm hand on her shoulder.
He’d had the last laugh, however.
A few years spent on the open seas learning everything he could about manning a ship, buying goods, and the types of people to do business with had armed him with a healthy knowledge of the shipping trade. He’d taken that knowledge, and the small trust fund left him by a distant relative, and opened a small shipping business. In a few short years, he’d doubled, then tripled, his money. He’d gained a few friends – Clayton, in particular – and been introduced to the house of Aurelius.
Alric stilled as the memories of his human family returned unbidden. He’d not thought of them since… long before he’d made a name for himself. Not since he’d walked out of his familial home for the last time. A home that he could have easily bought ten times over before he’d liquidated a good majority of his assets and “died.” Disappearing with Spike and the others.
He’d never bothered to look them up in the years since, uncaring as to what had become of them, or what had remained of his fortune. Then again, the only one that had kept in touch with her human family had been Renee. And that only because she and her brother had been inseparable.
The restless energy of the girl in his arms pulled him out of his morose thoughts, and Alric mentally shook his head, marveling at what could have possibly triggered such obscure memories. Unwilling to dwell any longer on his life prior to becoming a vampire, Alric focused his attention back on his “slave.”
His hands and mouth returned to what they were doing. He felt her tense momentarily, then relax into his touch. Her breath hitched and damned if his dick didn’t stand up and take notice. Not that it had wavered in the least, given that his claimant was naked and pressed up against him and seemingly willing; it had been his mind that had gone on walkabout there for a bit. But he was back. Firmly in the here and now, and eager – no, desperate – to make her his completely.
He slammed the door on the voice that reminded him he was supposed to be letting her go once they were finished with clan business later tonight. Ignored, too, how it told him he’d be well served to leave her be. That taking her would only make things harder in the end.
His demon snorted at that small bit of advice.
And just like that, Alric knew.
The girl wouldn’t be going home. Or to whatever place she used to call home. Not now. Not ever. His demon had claimed its Consort, and there was no place on earth she could go that he wouldn’t find her.
Finally at peace with himself, Alric pulled away and rolled the girl onto her back. He settled himself between her legs and propped himself on his forearms so that he could look down at her. Her face showed her confusion and her need, and Alric wanted to smooth away the frown lines between her brows with a kiss.
Instead his face grew serious.
“Tell me your name.”
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Tala stared up at her master, her emotions bouncing back and forth like the yoyo her brother was fond of playing with. One minute he’d had his fingers inside her while the other hand did sinful things to her breasts – not to mention the lip action he had going on with her neck. It had felt so good. Then he’d stopped, and she’d been hard pressed not to scream her frustration.
Only her training had managed to save her, though if Glarshnic had caught sight of her agitated state, it would have resulted in a beating for sure. One she would have gladly risked if it got her master back to the task at hand.
And how scary was it that she wanted to encourage the vampire’s touch?
She’d actually bit her lip when he stopped the second time. Barely managing to smooth away the disgruntlement that was surely showing on her face when she was rolled to her back. But then her master had settled between her legs, and it wasn’t his fingers nudging her cleft now.
His penetrating stare had her floundering, trying to figure out what she’d done to warrant his displeasure.
The question, when it came, had shocked her into silence. So much so, that he had to ask it again – and that was sure to earn her a swift beating.
“Tala,” she stuttered out; it sounded strange coming from her lips. For the last six months, it had been a terse “girl,” or “pet,” or even just “you,” or “human.” It was like being captured had stripped her of herself. And essentially, it had.
After a particularly harsh beating – one that her brother had been made to watch – Glarshnic had taken great delight in telling her about what fate awaited her once she’d been sold. Going so far as to expound upon some of the more prevalent demons’ anatomies. How the sheer size would probably rip her to shreds.
He'd laughed when she’d lost her lunch at some point during his commentary. Then his eyes had narrowed and become shrewd. He’d looked at Hakan, and she’d known.
To spare her brother, she’d made a deal with the devil. Her blind obedience for Hakan’s life.
Tala had become Glarshnic’s perfect slave, determinedly squashing the warrior spirit that threatened to rise up time and again as she learned everything she needed to know in order to become a demon’s plaything.
Which was why she reacted eagerly to her master’s sexual overtures just now. Opening her mouth when his tongue sought entrance. Following his lead. Giving him no reason to find fault with her training and complain to Glarshnic.
The loss of her virginity was barely a blip on her radar. Surely not something to be mourned over; her tears had long since dried up.
Tala was solely focused on pleasing her new master, having buried deep the pain of his invasion. She ran her hands over his arms and back – something he seemed to like – and murmured encouragements.
Please. More. So good.
Some nonsensical moaning.
All things she’d picked up from other slaves over the course of her confinement. Words meant to show her enthusiasm for whatever her new owner might want to do to her, or with her.
Tala was pleased to see that it had a positive effect; her master was doing a bit of grunting of his own.
At his slight urging, she lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, tilting her pelvis up slightly. She found out why a second later when the new position let him go a bit deeper. Another thing he apparently liked, or she thought he did, because he began to growl.
When his fangs tore into her throat, the pain it caused sucked the breath out of her. But she knew better than to put up a fight.
Oh god. Oh god. It hurts. It hurts…
“Master,” she whimpered, unable to endure the pain anymore.
Something cool splashed against her insides and she felt her master jerk against her a few times then go still, his dead weight collapsing on top of her. Then his fangs left her throat and he was nuzzling where he’d bitten.
And all she could think was that it was over. That her master appeared to be pleased.
Tala let sleep reclaim her, comforted by the odd, purr-like rumble emanating from his chest.
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