Author's note: After much gentle (and some more insistent) prodding from my readers, I've created a second part to "The Call of the Defiled" for your enjoyment. Thank you all for your encouragement and continued support!
Warning: This contains smut. A lot of it. Pretty much every paragraph. So you're welcome. Also, please keep in mind that this includes Klaroline scenes of a sexual nature while Klaus is both in his human form and his werewolf form.
"There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive."
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild
The air crackled around their heaving bodies as his bones rustled back into place, transforming Klaus from a powerful, dangerous (and surprisingly sexy) beast into an even more powerful, deadly monster — whose sex appeal was undeniable. Caroline traced her palm over his sweat-soaked thighs, loving how his muscles twitched beneath her delicate touch. "That was the most erotic experience of my life. Nothing we do after that will compare."
Klaus growled lowly, sitting up suddenly and pulling her against his bare chest, encircling her with his muscular arms. "Challenge accepted." His strong hands began massaging tiny circles along her arms, molding her ivory skin with his insistent fingers. "As much as I agree that the pleasurable event we experienced is unique amongst the exploits of my immortal life, I must admit that I found myself distracted by a missing element."
Confused, Caroline tilted her head up to gaze at him. "What was it?"
His dimples impishly cut into his cheeks as he grinned. "While I relish the powerful wolf inside, I detest how its form renders me speechless." He trailed his fingers along her delicate jawline, and teasingly explained, "I derive an incomparable enjoyment out of telling you all manner of erotic, sinful things while I worship this exquisite body of yours."
Blushing prettily, she arched her neck within his warm embrace and playfully nipped at the base of his throat, causing him to groan. "It's one of my favorite parts as well."
Klaus' grip tightened as he dipped down to whisper in her ear, "Allow me to show you mine." He moved their entwined bodies back against the carved wooden headboard and continued his sensual massage of her trembling arms. "Oh, sweetheart, how you shiver and blush as I tease you with my words while I torture you with my body. I confess my dirtiest, nastiest, delightful desires that mirror your own." He moved his fingers to her sides, tickling her skin before brushing them under her breasts. "I can feel how your breasts quiver for me. They desperately crave my touch." His index fingers traced a path under their soft weight. "Shall I touch them, Caroline? Your tender globes seem to ache for me to explore their sweet flesh."
"Yes, please," she said through clenched teeth, her desire for his hands apparent. She arched her back, impatiently thrusting her breasts closer to his waiting hands.
He chuckled, grasping her breasts with both hands, delighting in her strangled moan as he kneaded them with a firm grip, marking her flesh as his. "Your nipples are so hard; I could pull on them all day, sweetheart, rolling them back and forth as you beg for release."
Caroline groaned at the feeling of his touch coupled with his delicious accent. "Baby, you make them feel so good. I loved how you tugged on them with your teeth when you were a wolf," she confessed, her eyes widening slightly in embarrassment.
With a growl rumbling deep within Klaus' firm chest, he flashed in front of her, pinning her to the soft bed. He began furiously licking at her shivering mounds before sucking a pink nipple into his mouth. His eyes flashed golden as he pulled at the twitching little points, making her moan. He swirled his tongue against her flesh before moving back slightly to gaze intensely at her once more. "Like that, love? Tell me, does it make you tremble for me? Do you positively ache for more?"
"Yes, God yes," she nodded furiously. "I always want you, Klaus."
Klaus smirked down at her, pinching her nipple. "Let me test you just to be sure." He forcefully pulled apart her thighs, delighting in her startled cry. He slowly eased in a digit, then another as he felt her body tremble with anticipation. "The smell of your arousal is intoxicating, sweetheart, especially to my wolf. I became enraptured by your decadent scent as I knelt before you in my wolf's body." He continued pumping his fingers within her as she cried out in ecstasy below him. "And then," he purred seductively, "the first taste of your sugary desire on my tongue was nearly my undoing, especially when you curled those sensual thighs around my head, drawing me even closer to your succulent warmth."
"Please, please," Caroline begged helplessly. "I need you!"
"I know," he said cheekily. "You're positively soaking, love." He leaned over her, unrelenting as he continued his forceful strokes within her. "But what do you need? My fist? My tongue? My cock?" He tilted his head teasingly. "Tell me exactly how you wish for me to make you to come, sweetheart."
Caroline's blue eyes blazed at him as she rode his hand. "Your cock," she groaned in desperation. "I'm so ready for you." She gasped as he quickly replaced his fingers with his rigid length, splitting her open further as she rubbed against his lean body. She angled her hips, relishing the feeling of being filled so completely by her lover.
Klaus moaned as he gripped her creamy ass cheeks, moving her up and down his cock as he took his pleasure. "Feeling your magnificent release is a thing of beauty. Love, your body curves around my cock in its pursuit of ecstasy, and I can't hold on," he groaned as he sped up his movements, becoming lost in the remnants of her orgasm as he found his own satisfaction. He crumpled on top of her moist body, still deeply ensconced within her.
As they slowly caught their breath, Caroline kissed him softly. "That was spectacular," she whispered.
"I told you," he cockily replied.
She took a breath, somewhat hesitant as she asked, "How do you feel about creating another unique event?"
Klaus cocked a questioning eyebrow. "What did you have in mind, love?"
Caroline blushed and said, "I've always wondered what it would be like to go down on you. You know, while you're, you're in…" she trailed off helplessly, still somewhat uncomfortable with this new aspect of sexual exploration within their relationship.
His eyes flashed golden as he wrapped her in his arms. "You want to suck my cock while I'm a wolf." He crashed his lips into hers, kissing her furiously. As they broke apart, he growled lowly, "It's a possibility I've often entertained, but never thought you would be interested in. Oh, love, you are full of delicious little surprises." Without another word, he pushed off of her, the air becoming heavy with the sound of his bones reassembling into his other powerful form.
A beautiful, gray and white wolf sat before Caroline, his golden eyes emanating a predatory glow that left her breathless. Klaus gracefully stretched out on the bed beside her, his coarse, thick fur brushing against her soft skin. He leveled a heated gaze at her, silently communicating his desire. He moved one leg lazily along her hip, his claws lightly scratching her smooth ivory surface.
Caroline slid her body down the length of his massive wolf form, running her fingers through his fur and grinning at his impatient huff. She stopped her movements when she reached his imposing erection and touched its glistening tip lightly with her tongue. "Is this what you want, baby?" She took another swipe along one side. "Is this what you need," she cooed, taking his piercing whine as a sign of approval. Ducking her head, she encased his rigid flesh within her mouth, swirling her tongue as she sucked.
His salt-kissed essence bubbled to the surface and she lapped at the pool with her tongue, causing Klaus to emit a strangled growl. She covered his base with her hands, stroking him as she continued her exploration with her mouth. He bucked his hips violently, trying to push more of himself into her welcoming, wet cavern. "Almost there," she whispered, catching his burning gaze. "Let me be good to you."
Panting now, Klaus' low growls encouraged Caroline to increase her sensual movements. She could feel he was ready, and as she lightly nipped his skin, his cock began to spasm, filling her with his release. She cleaned his trembling length with her tongue, not wanting to miss a single drop of his desire.
Licking her lips with immense satisfaction, she crawled back up his body and said, "I think Jack London just made Fifty Shades his bitch."
