Damon had downed at least two bottles of bourbon—and that was after Katherine had taken her leave. The idea of Bonnie Bennett no longer being a pure virgin did not sit well with him. He also wasn't too fond of Bonnie running around with the Lockwood boy and a Mikaelson. The thought of the little witch being ensnared in a sex sandwich with those two made him sick to the core. The idea of the three of them, entangled in limbs, their grimy paws all over his little witch; he had never felt a rage this powerful. He gripped the neck of the bottle so hard it cracked beneath his fingers. Who the hell did they think they were, touching her like that?

Bonnie wasn't going to be theirs. He'd rip both their hearts out before they even tried anything.

"You know you're going to get glass and blood all over the floor," Stefan's voice rang out. He turned and glared at his younger brother, who was leaning against the door frame. He gave a smirk, "Katherine must have pissed you off big time to get that reaction. What did she do, threaten Elena?"

"Fuck off, Stefan." He hissed.

"Touchy today," mused the Ripper before he pushed off the frame. "I'm going to head out. You go right ahead and stew in your angry. You wouldn't be the first person I've come across who was pissed off today. First Caroline, now you. Who knows maybe someone pissed in Matt's cornflakes and we can finally see him angry,"

Damon watched his brother saunter off. He was an asshole when his emotions were turned off. But they weren't now. No Stefan just wanted to live without attachments. Shame his only true attachments were always going to be either Elena or himself. Stefan could never truly live without either one of them. Damon couldn't either; he needed to be a nuisance in Stefan's life. He needed to be there to stir up confusion in Elena. She'd see how much she loved him soon. But right now, he didn't need either of them.

He needed Bonnie. He needed to know the witch was still a virgin and not shacking up with a hybrid and an Original. He grabbed his keys.

He was going to murder both for daring to slip between her thighs.

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Her toes curled and her fingers held onto the sheets for dear life. The coil in her stomach snapped and she was damn sure her soul left her body as she cried out her lover's name.

It was hard to give a werewolf a sensory overload, but somehow Matt had accomplished that. Hayley was slipping into her fourth orgasm of the night and he hadn't even put his dick inside her yet. She unhooked her thighs from around his head, seeing the flush of color run from his neck down to his chest. Matt was adorable with hair damp with sweat and her juices running down his chin.

She damn near jelly as he kissed from her hip upwards. "Do you need a time out, Marshall?" he asked before taking her nipple in his mouth. She sighed and that morphed into a whine when he dipped two fingers inside her again. He was slow with them, just coating them with her fluids while he moved up and kissed along her neck. "Let me know now and I'll stop."

"I swear to god if you stop now, I won't be happy." Hayley answered, finding her voice as he found her g-spot. She bucked up into him, rocking her hips against his fingers. "Fuck," she moaned.

"Close baby," he grinned. "You're close Hales, I can feel you tightening around me. My fingers feel that good to you?" he asked and stopped, watched how she continued on her own. She growled and turned her eyes on him, now a molten gold instead of green. Matt laughed and leaned in, kissing her nose. "Okay she-wolf, I'll be nice."

She smirked and then groaned when he removed his fingers. "Mattie,"

"You'll get my cock soon, baby," he assured her and took her hand, letting her feel how hard he was. "Promise."

"If you don't hurry up and give me your dick, I'll do it myself." Hayley snapped.

"Touchy," he teased.

Before she could retort, there was a loud knocking at the door. "Matt!" cried a voice. "Stop fucking whatever bimbo you picked up at the bar and get out here!"

Hayley snarled at Caroline's voice. It had only been a day since she had seen the blonde after she slapped Bonnie. She was damn sure the witch wouldn't mind if she just gouged out an eyeball. It would grow back.

Maybe.

Matt sighed and moved to get up off the bed when Hayley beat him to it. She picked up Matt's discarded shirt and pulled it over her head before making her way to door. Matt wasn't far behind, though she did glance back to see that he was still sporting an erection. The pounding on the door got louder and the she-wolf threw the door back, careful of its hinges. She knew Matt's living conditions were not great.

Caroline and Elena took in the sight of a half-naked, very rosy cheeked and aroused Hayley Marshall. She was dressed in just Matt's shirt, which covered just above her knees. Caroline could smell the sex wafting off her and seeing as Matt was shirtless and clearly hard, they were interrupting their sexy time.

Was everyone getting sex but her? Bonnie was fucking Tyler behind her back and now Matt was fucking Tyler's newest werewolf friend? Hell, even Elena was still getting it from one of the Salvatores. She just wasn't sure which one at the moment.

"What the hell do you want?" Hayley asked, crossing her arms over her chest. Her nipples were still a bit sensitive, but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She was still itching to claw at those pretty blue eyes of Caroline's.

One quick swipe in the right place and boom, a nice scar. It would be better than a slap to the face.

"We just want to talk to Matt." Elena said.

"And I just want to ride his dick to kingdom come, but it looks like that got interrupted." Hayley snapped. Matt dug his palms into his eyes at that. Trust Hayley to be blunt about what she wanted when it mattered. She hadn't been that bold when she showed up in his room the first time around. Not that it deterred her from doing what she wanted. Like now, as she spoke. "You're lucky Tyler said I can't cause you any harm, because trust and believe, I'd be coming for those pretty cornflower blues."

"Babe," Matt said and pulled her back into the house. "Go wait in the room, okay? Let me talk to them."

Hayley turned and frowned. He wanted her to leave him to the misery of them. Granted Elena couldn't do much damage but Caroline? Her emotions were heightened, and Hayley wasn't about to leave him alone with them. Matt must have seen her defiance because he kissed her nose and then pressed their foreheads together. "I'll call if I need you."

Hayley's eyes narrowed. "Promise?"

"Promise," he replied. He gave her ass a soft smack. "Go."

She left but made sure to keep an ear out. Matt stepped out onto the porch, shutting it behind him. "What brings you two around?"

"As much as I'd love to ask why you're shacking up with a werewolf, I have more pressing matters to ask." Caroline began.

"About Tyler and Bonnie?" Matt countered and crossed his arms over his chest. "What about them?"

"You're defending them?" Caroline was confused. Matt of all people was morally righteous. She had thought he would be just as angry that they were hooking up.

Matt nodded. "I wasn't too happy at first. But don't think for one second this wasn't bad on Bon. She wanted to tell you so many times Caroline. It broke her heart."

"It didn't stop her though."

"Did anything stop you from falling in love with him when we were together?" Matt asked. It was still a sore topic for either of them; he knew it was a low blow. He was just coming into a realization that he was falling in love with Caroline but wasn't going to be an asshole.

"I..."

"You can't blame Bonnie and Tyler for their feelings. I'm sure she told you she was sorry," Matt said. "But we're not going to discuss this any further. This topic is something you need to have with both of them. So, if that's all you came here for, you'll have to excuse me. I've a pretty pissed off and horny she-wolf waiting for me."

He left the two on the porch and went in search of Hayley. He found her, sitting on his bed with her cellphone in hand. No doubt she was texting Bonnie about what happened.

She hopped off the bed and wrapped her arms around him. "You okay?"

"No."

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Bonnie glanced at the text on her phone. Hayley had sent at least four fully worded text messages. She hadn't taken the time to look at them. She was currently dealing with the vampire curled up on her bed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.

Damon snorted. "Really Bonbon, is this how you're gonna treat your family guardian?"

"You'd need to do a damn good job at protecting me to be that." Bonnie snapped. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"Your old man let me in a few weeks back." Damon said, examining a stuffed black teddy bear her dad got her when she was ten. "As for why I'm here, we need to have a chat about boys in your room."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bonnie snapped.

"Bonnie, be honest with me. Have you been playing tongue shuffle with a Lockwood and a Mikaelson?"