"Only you would be sitting here, with the world at your feet, looking as forlorn as a stray pup," Elijah chided as he sat in an armchair across from Klaus.

He followed his brother's gaze to the Bennett witch. Her arms were in the air, hips swaying to the pounding techno beat.

"What are your plans for her? Why did you bring her here?" Elijah asked, genuinely curious. When Klaus returned with the beautiful Bonnie Bennett on his arm and declared that her home was now with them, Elijah had been shocked. Given the history between the Originals and the Mystic Falls group, he could not fathom under what pretense Klaus had drawn Bonnie into an alliance.

The sounds of their energetic lovemaking and the decadent scent of her arousal and release permeating throughout the mansion in the days that followed filled in some of the gaps. Witnessing how Klaus treated her though, left Elijah with more questions than answers.

Klaus doted on her. Not just the closet full of expensive clothing, shoes and jewelry. Or the solarium he had built for her exclusive use. Or even the small army of hybrids that served as her personal security when Klaus was away.

He cooked her meals. Poured over ancient texts and grimoires with her in the afternoons. Spent evenings with her curled in his lap, talking to her in hushed tones.

And it was clear that the young witch was quite taken with Niklaus. Her scent heightened and her heart hammered whenever she was in Klaus's company. Her pupils dilated and her smile was luminous. If Klaus were trying to make her fall for him, Elijah would have to say mission accomplished. But now that he had her, what did he intend to do with her?

"Why did I bring her?" Klaus echoed. "Bonnie Bennett is a winning creature. And she is absolutely wasted on the village idiots in Mystic Falls." That was as close to the truth that Klaus was willing to concede to his brother.

Yours…Nik...love you…so much…

Those words had been running through Klaus's mind for most of the evening. His little one's confession had sent him soaring, satiating the beasts that raged inside of him.

Her presence, the very thought of Bonnie brought Klaus peace. She kept the yawning loneliness that ate away at him from the inside at bay.

But Klaus was not the kind of being that someone like Bonnie Bennett should love. He feared he would consume her. She was just too sweet, giving everything, holding back nothing. The more he had, the more he wanted, the more he needed.

Of those radiant smiles. Her laughter. Those beguiling green eyes filled with adoration when she looked at him.

So often in the last year Klaus had debated leaving Bonnie alone so that she could not be tainted by what he was. Klaus now knew it to be an impossibility. They would never be free of one another. He needed her too damn much.

As if she knew the direction of his thoughts, Bonnie stared at him over her shoulder. Her look turned sultry as she beckoned him with the crook of her finger. Klaus found that he had no desire to deny her.

His arms were wrapped around her in the next instant, her back to his chest and his lips caressing her ear. He swayed them as he took in her earthy, flowery scent, coupled with the honeyed aroma of her blood.

"My light," Klaus rasped, tracing the shell of her ear with his tongue. He felt her smile as she arched her back a bit, grinding her ass into his thick erection. "You tempt me without mercy."

Klaus was the tempting one. Sitting in the VIP section, handsome and brooding, the intensity of his gaze was like a caress. She had spent the better part of the evening imagining his hands on her. The reality of being in his arms was so much better. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he trailed his hands up her ribs.

"Tempt you? Hardly." Bonnie gently chided. "It's been all business the entire time we've been here." She turned and pressed herself close to Klaus. The heated look and carnal smile Klaus gave her made Bonnie regret her decision to go sans panties. She could feel wet heat throbbing between her thighs. Bonnie found herself suddenly hiked up to her toes as Klaus scraped his fangs along her neck.

"Feeling neglected? Sorry my love." Klaus murmured as he licked her lips. "How shall I make it up to you my little one? Would you have me divest you of this scrap of silk you refer to as a dress?" He growled as he nipped a trail towards her jawline. Klaus placed several soft bites there. "Run my hands and mouth over every inch of your delicious skin. Especially here." His fingers tickled along her bare spine. "And there." They stroked the back of her neck.

Bonnie's breath wedged in her throat as she stared up at Klaus. He merely continued as if they were discussing dinner plans. "Shall I plant kisses along your stomach and down to that ticklish spot on the inside of your thigh? Kiss each one of those perfect toes on your tiny feet?"

"Nik," she whimpered. His hold on her was the only thing that kept Bonnie from wrapping her legs around his waist. And letting him have his way with her. Right there.

Klaus's arms shifted, one wrapping around her waist. His free hand fisted in her hair and he yanked her head back. His electric blue eyes blazed into her mossy green ones. "I can't decide my sweeting. Shall I take your delicious cunt or your plump ass? Fuck that pretty mouth and have you swallow down all my come? Or spray my seed against those lovely breasts?"

Bonnie's eyes widened in shock as frissons of heat and pleasure radiated from her core. Klaus held her tightly while she gasped and bucked as her orgasm tore through her. He kissed her forehead sweetly as she calmed from its intensity.

"It seems the most important business of the evening has only just begun my love."