Previous nonny who asked for AH Klaroline. Is Rivaling Supernatural Warlords AU okay? or Mutants AU? Gracias

I don't know if this what either of us were expecting but here you go! NSFW. Mostly because of the smut (although it's light…)

"He watches you as though he wishes he could eat you."

Caroline didn't flinch from the unexpected intrusion of those words, the harsh tone and clipped words familiar enough that she barely reacted at all. She knew that was as dangerous as flinching, that he could read her anyway he wished, but she merely sighed and kept her eyes closed. "I'm not an easily digested meal."

The door clicked softly, and she opened her eyes then, turning her head to glare at the man who had interrupted her too short respite. Klaus Mikaelson was known for his brutality on a killing field, his ruthlessness in his hunt. She could testify to that ruthlessness in a much more intimate setting, that he could be just as merciless between her thighs.

His greed extended to all things.

But so did hers.

"Jealous?" She drawled, head tilting so the fall of her warriors braids were clear. She had not come tonight to be a woman, but a weapon. The last time they'd fought, it had been to a near stand still, her magic compensating for his brute strength and quickness. It's been the first time she'd allowed him to touch her with hands that gave instead of took.

It still felt like he'd bruised her, days later.

"Of him? No. Your eyes do not watch him as if you'd swallow him I'm greedy bites, as if you'd wear his skin if you could."

"Most would consider that a threat."

He laughed lowly. "Most have never caressed your thighs while you cursed and demanded more."

The stirring of arousal that had started over dinner as he watched her with a predator's eyes turned warm and heavy in her belly at his reminder. Klaus did not fear her strength, had merely laughed when she spelled him to the bed and bit his neck. He admired her soft breasts and hard muscles equally, and that made him so dangerous.

"I did not come to see you."

"I do not care."

She sighed. "My people require this alliance. You know this. I will leave you bleeding on this balcony if I must."

"A show of strength is unnecessary," Klaus murmured. "I already know your worth. The worth of your people's intentions are of course, a different matter."

Her smile was sugar sweet. "We didn't start the war, Klaus. Your people did."

He shook his head, amusement clear in his eyes. "Did we? Regardless, this simpering child will not give you want you want."

"You," Caroline said frostily. "Do not know what I want."

"Hmmm, perhaps not the way your people intended. I know the precise circles to make with my tongue against your clit to leave you trembling. I know the exact angle to drive my cock inside you, so that I'll feel the score of your nails for days."

She let the rush of heat wash over her skin, not bothering to fight the tightening of her belly, the slick rush between her thighs. Klaus knew exactly what he was doing and she would not show weakness by being ashamed of it. "Sex does not feed my people, even good sex."

His tongue slid slow and wet across his lips, and she stifled a moan. "I'm willing to negotiate."

Caroline blinked. "What?"

"I want you," he said simply. "And if I must placate the idiocy of your people to have you, I will."

Her lips parted, shock a bloom behind her eyes. "You hate my people."

"So I do," Klaus agreed as he stepped closer, the curtains behind him sliding closed, blocking them off from curious eyes. She shivered, as his gaze dragged along her finery, eyes hot. "But it is not your people I think of, when you are in my bed."

"I've never been in your bed," she pointed out a touch breathlessly as his fingertips smoothed across the skin bared between her breasts. "Klaus."

He slipped his hand inside her collar and found her nipple with his clever fingertips. She bit her lip, shuddering. "Perhaps we should change that. Come to my room tonight, and we'll negotiate."

Both of her eyebrows arched up, tone surprisingly even. "Why should I?"

His moved palm her breasts, callouses dragging against her skin, free hand slimming down her abdomen to slid through her thigh slit, lips curving as he traced the knife sheath. "How about I remind you at how good I am at getting you off. And then you can use that clever brain of yours, thinking of all the ways you want to tie me up, literally or figuratively. And I'll plot just how many ways I can convince you to break your precious rules."

It was an effort, to keep from panting as his fingers moved closer to where she was the wettest. She knew she could grip his hand, stop him from touching her. Instead, she was tempted to palm the front of his trousers, to feel just how much he wanted her.

"This will never work," she warned, skin rippling with a shiver as he stroked her firmly.

"Oh, I think you're quite wrong. And I look toward to proving it. Starting here," he rasped as her thighs widened, allowing his to press two fingers inside her. "And it's all I'm going to think about tonight as I watch you play politics, my fingers smelling of you."

It took a ridiculously short amount of time for her to come, swaying into him as he whispered filthy things against her ear. Her release was quick, but potent, and she struggled to catch her breath as he righted her clothes.

"Do leave that thigh sheath on tonight, love. I want to feel it when you wrap your thighs around my waist."

She was tempted to taunt him as he turned to leave. But they both knew that night would end in a spectacular fashion, and she was loath to ruin it. And it would be fascinating to see exactly what he thought of as negotiating.