A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wish I owned the rest….*sighs*
"Do you think they will really go along with it?"
Brooklyn paused and looked over at Alaric. She could sense his apprehension but quickly reassured him. Pearl and Anna had taken off, digesting the earth shattering revelations the hunters laid at their feet. They said they needed time to allow it to settle in but Brooklyn knew better: Betrayal and anger seethed beneath their calm exteriors and frankly she couldn't blame them.
"Well wouldn't you? I mean after 150 years of being kept on the verge of death and ripped apart from what family you had left only to learn from a hunter about what truly happened? Yeah I would want some kind of justice. All we need to do is to make sure Katherine takes the bait."
"I hope you know what you're doing," Brooklyn smiled and felt the smooth warmth of Alaric's hands fitting perfectly along her face.
"I have everything under control," she leaned in and melted against his kiss wishing it wouldn't end. Alaric leaned hard into her lips, tasting a hint of coffee and sugar that melted across his mouth. He yearned to take it further but felt the regretful release of his lover's hold.
"As much as I want to rip those clothes off and ride you like a bucking bronco…." She nipped his chin and lip, "but you know Damon."
"I know," Alaric sighed.
"But then again we have a little time…."
Leading him by the hand, Brooklyn guided him down the hall and pinned him against the wall. The wicked glint in her eye sent shivers of delight through Alaric's body going straight to his cock. Brooklyn leaned in and fisted one hand in his sandy tresses as the other cupped the growing bulge within his pants. Slowly her fingers curled and massaged through the thick denim, eliciting soft short moans from Alaric's lips.
"I love it when you're rough," Alaric growled. Brooklyn crushed her mouth into his as her nimble fingers tore away from his cock and worked the buttons of his shirt open nearly ripping the thin cotton fabric away. Alaric hurried to free his arms and shoulders from their cotton confinement, groaning in pleasure as the burning touch of his lover's skin, so soft and tinged with hints of vanilla and cinnamon.
The soft warmth of pouty lips pressed along and across his torso, leaving invisible trails of kisses in their wake.
"Brook….." his eyes rolled back in his head at the feathery caress of slender fingers across his cock. Brooklyn felt the sexual charge coursing between them as she slid down and became level with his cock. Alaric forced his eyes open and titled his head down watching as his slate eyed beauty unfastened the button then tugged at the zipper in a torturous agonizing manner. Brooklyn gazed upward with wide deep grey depth and a sly grin that tugged at the corner of her mouth. Alaric started to pant while his heart raced to the brink of explosion- she was killing him by leaving him hanging like this!
His body started to shake with anticipation, unsure of what to expect, but he wouldn't have to wait for long.
Hot breath puffed across the dark blue boxers, teasing Alaric with things to come. Brooklyn mouthed the thick hard bulge through the crisp cotton layer and traced along the head, tasting the sweet and salty traces bleeding through. She felt the gentle snapping of his hips to her lips and firmly gripped the juts of his hipbones, pinning his lower body against the wall. Her thumbs circled around the protruding bone with teasing motions that dipped beneath the elastic hem.
"Brook….." Alaric's eyes flashed wide open. He fought to breathe but short heavy pants were all he could muster. He could feel the tightening within the depths of his lower body begin to surface, threatening to erupt at a moment's notice. Brooklyn pulled away and rose to her feet, catching the flush tinge of her lover's cheeks and eyes that exploded in lust need and love. Her own body ached for his tender attentive touch, the way he held her in his arms in the throes of heated passion.
"I need you," she whispered with wanton desire in his ear. Her lips brushed across his ear sending Alaric's blood racing through his veins. His ears pounded with the deafening sound of his heart, blocking out the outside world leaving only her behind. Alaric felt his hunter's essence absorbing through his skin as his ran through hers, filling their senses with a raw carnal hunger that neither had savored in so long.
Alaric dove in gathering his hunter tightly in his embrace, capturing swollen lips with his. Traces of sex danced with vanilla and cinnamon served to heighten his arousal as he charged down the hall and burst into the bedroom.
"You're still dressed," he growled impatiently. "That's gonna have to change."
"Then," kiss "Do," kiss "It!"
The lovers collapsed upon the bed, kicking the sheets and pillows up and back on the mattress as they remained entwined precariously to one another, refusing to let the other leave their embrace. Alaric ripped and tugged at the malachite hued shirt, rumbling in frustration when the garment didn't slip away so easily. Brooklyn wiggled lowed on the mattress until cool air greeted warm skin and the hot pressure of Alaric's hungry lips tasting the spoils of victory. He ran his hands up and down her sides and breasts, pawing at the thin lacy garment that stood between him and the soft supple breasts that he loved so much.
Brooklyn giggled at his iron will but was cut off by the searing heat of his kiss. The hunter lightly raked her nails down his back until they rested at the hem of his boxers. With ease she slipped the last article from his body then felt him kick the obnoxious item away and to the floor. His naked body covered hers, crushing her with a comfortable weight. Alaric continued further down, kissing both breasts pausing to suck and playfully nip at each nipple which elicited a yelp from his hunter.
"Damn you," Brooklyn panted from above. Her fingers fisted the comforted as the sinful lips caressed and teased along the hemline of her jeans. Alaric flicked the button open and pulled the zipper downward to reveal black satin beneath. His cock twitched at the sight of half naked form on the bed – his and only his. Her body was toned with a light kiss of mocha from the summer sun while her rich scarlet locks shined in the light.
Alaric eased his body back down and focused on the soft satin that hugged her hips. He felt the heat from between her legs brush across his lips and cheeks as he nipped and tugged at the delicate material feeling it relent and slide away until they joined his clothing on the floor.
"So beautiful," he muttered beneath his breath. Brooklyn didn't have to hear his words as his emotions were rampant in her soul from every thought and feeling. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, giving her body freely to his every whim.
Alaric kissed and tenderly lapped at the swollen mound as he slid a single finger into the wet heat of her body. Brooklyn gasped and bucked her hips but Alaric carried on and pushed a second finger inside. He curled his fingers against the damp heat, pausing to massage the tiny bundle within.
"Ric…." She panted and tightened her grip on the comforter. The coiling simmered in her lower body, burning brighter with each passing second of his sweet torment. Alaric didn't relent and went deeper still with his tongue. The taste of her release lightly coated his tongue and lips like Heaven had reached down and caressed his mouth. The soft sounds of Brooklyn's cries filled the room as the peak of her orgasm ravaged her body. Alaric gently withdrew but kissed the soft inner parts of her thighs before crawling up her writhing body and parting her legs with one strong knee. Brooklyn looked up with half lidded eyes and pulled him down for a deep passionate kiss. She detected the taste of her body's release upon the tip of Alaric's tongue but paid no heed.
Alaric slid an arm behind her back and lifted up her hips as he eased his weeping cock into the waiting tight wet heat. He lay still for a moment as he felt the constricting heat welcome him in and Alaric swore he was going to come right then and there.
Brooklyn slowly swayed her hips snapping Alaric from the trance he had fallen under. He captured her lips with a rough but needy kiss, showing his love just how much he wanted and needed her. His thrusts were slow and deep as he wanted to make this last between them. They couldn't remember the last time they had truly made love to one another but wasn't going to let the opportunity slip through their fingers. Alaric studied the strong features of his hunter from the definitive jaw line to the deep soulful hues that he could easily get lost in. Her hair cast a soft glow in the streaks of sunlight framing her beautiful face in perfection.
"God I love you," he softly confessed.
"As I love you," she whispered. Her hands carded through his tousled hair and playfully fisted it with a sly smile. Alaric leaned down kissing her neck and jaw as his hands sought hers and interlocked together in a fierce grip. The beginnings of his own orgasm slowly twisted and coiled, buried in the bowels of his body. He felt his body taking over and the slow gentle thrusts turned harder and hasty but Brooklyn merely smiled and dug her heels into the tight globes of his ass, pushing him deeper inside.
Alaric struggled to keep the dam from rupturing but didn't stand a chance against the screaming need for release.
"Let it go…." Brooklyn urged. Alaric crushed his lips to hers as he felt his body explode and spill thick hot ropes into his lover's body. Brooklyn squeezed Alaric's hands as wave upon wave coated her hot sticky walls. Her pulse raced and vision blurred sending her mind into the familiar fog of emotional overdrive. Alaric sensed the tiny tremors that rippled through her hands and spread throughout her body.
"Brook," he released her hands and cradled her face gingerly in his as concern stalked his mind.
"Ric…." She whimpered. "Ric just hold me please."
Alaric obliged and cradled his hunter in a warm embrace. Beads of sweat glistened on her skin and matted her hair against her head giving off an exotic wild look. Alaric pressed a kiss to her forehead and snuggled in closer for a while. He closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, unwilling to get up from where both laid. Brooklyn yawned and nestled against Alaric's chest, feeling her heart pounding from the rush of adrenaline that continued to pulse through her body. She knew Damon had probably called at least a dozen times but he could wait.
The lovers allowed the lull of slumber to claim their weary bodies for they were safe in within the confines of their home.
Mason examined the list of guests for the upcoming Masquerade. Carol had entrusted him with the task of sending invitations and handed him the lofty task for the Masquerade planning had fallen on her shoulders. His keen eyes scanned the names noticing the Salvatore brothers were towards the bottom. He frowned when he didn't see Brooklyn's name right away but the somber mood brightened in an instant when he caught sight of her name. He knew that night would be his opportunity and wouldn't be denied what he hungered for for so long.
Sorry about the update delay...holidays...