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A/N: Hello lovely readers! Warnings for smut. Enjoy!
Under the Full Moon
Chapter One: Heat Wave
"I want you to take me," said Hayley as she let her dress fall to the floor before Niklaus, Elijah, and Kol. "All of you."
There was a feral look in her yellow eyes.
The brothers stared at her perfect, lithe body, and then looked to each other. Klaus smirked; he had been there before and was eager to return. Elijah had been craving her for years, and Kol was always interested in a one-night stand.
Pleasant shivers ran up her spine as she heard the sound of three zippers lowering all at once.
Earlier that day, Haley had singlehandedly rescued the Mikaelson clan. Well, Freya had set the groundwork, but Haley didn't mind taking some credit. After all, she had spent five years searching for the last of the werewolf clans while rearing a child on her own. She was reunited with Elijah, the man she had a crush on for eight years now. They rescued Klaus from Marcel and escaped New Orleans unscathed.
So, while Hope was getting to know her aunts, Rebekah and Freya, Haley and the boys decided to celebrate.
"Well, I for one could go for a stiff drink," said Klaus as he fell into a plush armchair in their new hideout. It was a countryside villa with no neighbors for miles.
"I could drink ten cups of whiskey with the blood of burlesque dancers," dreamt Kol.
"I would prefer a fine glass of wine with a pretty girl," said Elijah, who rarely let his bloodlust show.
Then, their dreams were crushed.
"You're outta luck, boys" said Hayley. "We have vodka and blood bags."
There was a collective groan as Hayley left to fetch those items.
"I suppose we'll have to make due while we're stuck here," said Elijah as he watched Hayley's hips sway into the other room. Being stuck in a dream world with only his siblings had wreaked havoc on his sex drive.
"I suppose so," agree the brothers, who were also eyeing the petite little wolf.
Haley return with blood, alcohol, and disposable cups.
"You expect us to lower ourselves to the level of frat boys and rednecks?" scoffed Klaus as Hayley handed him his mixed drink in plastic.
"Believe me, four drinks in and you won't care if you're drinking out of a shoe," said Hayley with an eye roll.
She handed another cup to Kol, who shot her a devilish grin. Haley flushed, having always felt a little shy around the charming youngest brother. And Elijah, noticing this interaction, intervened. He took his drink from Hayley, making sure to brush his fingers against hers. He leaned forward, looming over her.
"Thank you, Hayley," murmured Elijah with a smile.
Hayley stared up at Elijah's glimmering eyes, and coughed as she realized that she had stared too long.
"God, why is it so hot in here?" said Haley as she turned away and fanned herself. She was sweating and overheating quickly despite the cool night air. She took off her jacket and exposed glistening skin to the men around her.
She took a swig of her blood-vodka mix and noticed the night sky from the living room window. It was a full moon, and her epiphany made her sputter. Ever since she had become a hybrid, Hayley had gone crazy during the full moon.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath. Haley Marshal was in heat with three of the most dangerous men in the world.
"I uh…need to go," said Hayley, feeling their eyes on her, "to uh…to the bathroom."
She downed the last of her drink and left in a blur of motion. She locked the door behind her, and leaned over the sink to check her reflection. Hayley saw her dilated pupils and sweat that gave her complexion a dewy tone. She started to pant as the heat in her stomach skyrocketed.
"Haley?" called Elijah's voice on the other side of the door. "Are you alright?"
Something primal had driven him to follow her down the hall. Something about her smelled amazing.
"Yeah, I'll be right out!" called Hayley as she splashed cold water on her face. She couldn't let these feelings get out of control. She refused to humiliate herself by trying to mate with the Mikaelson brothers all at once. But God, did she want to. Klaus' eyes. Kol's smile. Elijah's broad shoulders. The images flashed through her mind and in a fit, she punched the mirror.
The shards of glass cut through her fist, and the pain brought her back to reality.
"Haley!" yelled Elijah.
"I'm fine! Sorry!" said Hayley, unsure of how to explain the mess, but she would figure it out later.
Hayley opened the door to see Elijah's handsome, concerned face just inches above hers. He took her in his arms and held her. The smell of his freshly laundered suit had always comforted her.
"I'm sorry, I was just worried," breathed Elijah into her hair.
He breathed deeply. The scent of musk and vanilla stirred something in his loins. Blood rushed to his pants, and he backed up quickly before Hayley could feel the pressure against her stomach.
Without a word, they rejoined Klaus and Kol who had been debating who had it worse for the past five years.
"I was stuck with Freya, the woman who murdered the love of my life, and this asshole," said Kol who gestured to Elijah, took a swig of his second drink, and raised the cup to the ceiling. "Rest in peace Davina Claire!"
"Oh poor you, trapped in a beautiful garden with anything you could ever ask for," said Klaus, "Try being in unbearable agony for five years."
Kol shrugged. "Another, my good man!"
Klaus slit open another blood bag and mixed it was a third good serving of vodka.
Kol sipped at the concoction while Hayley walked into the room. "There's something different about her," he said to Klaus.
Klaus turned around and appraised Hayley as if she was a mere object. His eyes traveled her legs and her chest. He nodded, "she's probably in heat. Can't you smell the pheromones?"
Hayley felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment as the three men sniffed the air.
"I didn't know…that happened," said Elijah with a hint of nervousness.
"It happens to all the female werewolves, but it seems to have intensified in the hybrids," said Klaus as if he were discussing the weather. "It'll only get stronger as the full moon reaches its peak."
"I'm right here, you know," said Hayley. But a part of her liked it. She wanted them to objectify her.
"Oh I'm well aware, Little Wolf," said Klaus as he stood. His eyes glimmered yellow as his wolf side came out.
Kol grinned and stood as well, having always enjoyed sexual depravity, but Elijah stepped between them.
"We should leave, Haley," said Elijah.
"So you can have her all to yourself?" asked Kol. The youngest brother had never really looked at Hayley in a sexual way before tonight. Hayley had rough edges and a wildness that had never interested him. But the pheromones in the air made Kol look twice. He noticed the gentle curve of Hayley's bottom, and pouting lips that he would love to take in more ways than one.
"Elijah, it's okay, really," said Haley as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I trust everyone here."
"You shouldn't," said Elijah. "You shouldn't trust any of us."
The weight of her hand on his shoulder made him turn around. Looking down at the woman he loved, he now only saw a fuckable object. "Hayley," he warned before grabbing her wrist and pulling her into a kiss.
Klaus and Kol jeered their approval before Elijah pulled away.
"I'm sorry," said Elijah as he licked his lips and turned away. "I'm not in my right mind."
But Hayley seemed to have lost control as well. Her eyes were bright yellow and her fangs had protruded. The heat in her stomach could have burned her alive. The slip dress she was wearing was much too warm. The cravings to mate were unbearable.
"I need…" muttered Hayley as she stumbled backwards into the wall and held her head in her hands. She slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders.
"Hayley, don't," warned Elijah. He knew he would take her right then and there.
"I need someone to fuck me," moaned Hayley as the magic in her blood took over her better judgment. "Please, it hurts so badly. Just fuck me already."
Klaus and Kol grinned at each other, and then they quickly raised their hands. "I volunteer," they said in unison. It wasn't every day they had a chance to fuck a hybrid in heat.
Elijah grimaced at his brothers, "don't be immature, brothers, Hayley wouldn't choose either of you." He stepped forward towards the woman who seemed close to having a heatstroke. "Haley, what do you need right now?" Elijah asked. He wanted her to say his name more than he had ever wanted anything before.
"I want you to take me," said Hayley as she let her dress fall to the floor before Niklaus, Elijah, and Kol. "All of you."
There was a feral look in her eyes.
The brothers stared at her perfect, lithe body, and then looked to each other. Klaus smirked; he had been there before and was eager to return. Elijah had been craving her for years, and Kol was always interested in a one-night stand.
Pleasant shivers ran up her spine as she heard the sound of three zippers lowering all at once.
"Now," begged Hayley, who was standing impatiently in just plain underwear. Her nether regions were aching and slippery as she stared at the three gorgeous brothers.
No one seemed to want to make the first move, but Hayley unclasped her bra, and then all hell broke loose.