She'd been turned on before.
Caroline was no stranger to the little tug in her lower belly when she was watching a particularly sexy movie scene, or the occasional dampness on her underwear when she was sharing a goodnight kiss with a hot date. She'd even felt the fire building in her, slickness running down her inner thighs when she lay in bed indulging in one of her most sinful novels with a surly but heavenly-built ranch hand as the hero and a million erotic scenes in a barn.
She'd been turned on but unable to act on it fully before. She'd conjured up unappealing images like spiders or red shirt paired with purple pants in the movie theaters, said goodbye to those hot dates with a smile and a wink, and helped herself in the silence of her room with her fingers and maybe a small toy that she wouldn't tell anyone about. She'd been fine in all the above scenarios, if not sated then at least calmed down enough to go around her usual business.
She'd been turned on before. But never like this.
Her body was on fire. Every inch of her inside and out was burning, melting, and wanting. She's stripped down to only a thin tank top and her pajama bottoms, the fabric of her day clothes causing too much friction on her hyper-sensitive skin. But even now, curled up on her bed, she still ached every time she made the tiniest movement, pants and low moans pouring out of her when she accidentally brushed her swollen nipples against the cotton sheets. Everything was too much. She was sweating profusely, her hair matted on her forehead, her face and her neck, but she didn't dare move to brush it away. Every single time she moved the arousal just stabbed at her even more aggressively, momentarily consuming her until she saw white behind her eyelids and had to bite her lips so hard to keep from crying out.
She'd never felt like this, scorching desires washing over her like waves, drowning and plundering until they took every piece of her together with them. And then they attacked again. And again. The never-ending loop left her weak and trembling, the sheets under her soaked from sweat, tears, and her release. The inside of her thighs was a wet sticky mess from her few desperate attempts to pleasure herself, but the orgasms she managed to coax out of her screaming body were small and unfulfilling. As soon as she came down from the inexistent high the fires flared up again, ever stronger and ever crueller.
But worse still was what she thought about when she was trying to get off. Or rather, who she thought about. She couldn't forget those few minutes when she was dangling on the edge, her mind teeming with images of Klaus's flower-painting, arrow-throwing, neck-breaking hands, on her, over her, in her; and that annoyingly perfect smirk, with dimples and stubble, hovering above her then crushing down, grazing any and every part of her in need. She tried so hard to push those images out of her mind afterwards, but it seemed as if her unspeakable desires of Klaus were bound together by some unknown force with the fires wreaking havoc in her body. Every time a wave of arousal pushed her to the excruciating limits she relived the feelings of his lips, which only made her ache more.
She was so wrapped up in the heat she didn't hear the soft knock on her door.
"Caroline? Love are you alright?"
Caroline froze upon hearing the voice.
Klaus. On the other side of her door.
The mere notion sent another searing current through her, and a half-moan half-whimper slipped out of her lips.
Klaus was crouching before her in an instant, eyes alarmed, "what happened?"
Caroline snapped her eyes shut. She could feel her body screaming in his presence, his scent alone made her nipples harden and wetness pool between her legs. She took a careful breath so as not to create any more unwanted stimulations, opening her eyes to glare at the hybrid, her defiant voice coming out only a whisper, "nothing that concerns you."
Klaus frowned, "what are you talking about? Caroline you're obviously in pain –" His hand reached over, trying to brush the damp hair out of her face, but Caroline jerked away, hissing at him.
"Get away from me!"
The sudden movement only stoked up the flames in her, blinding blazes of need left her curled up in a ball, utterly spent, shaking. She couldn't bring herself to look at Klaus, feeling powerless and ashamed even if she didn't have a reason to be. For a few moments the only thing she could hear was her own loaded breathing, until Klaus finally broke the steaming silence, voice soft and restrained.
"Does this have to do with the box left on the floor in the drawing room?"
So he'd seen the opened gifts and connected the dots. Caroline gave a tiny nod of her head, and heard Klaus sigh.
"I see."
Another long pause, and then his voice turned enraged, "whoever did this, I'm going to track them down and skin them alive. They dare to mess with what is m-"
"I don't care!" Caroline cut off his rant with a low scream, "I don't care what bloody scenes you're planning to cause. Go bother someone else. Pitch it to a movie studio. In case you haven't noticed, I'm not in the mood to hear you droning on about graphic violence!"
Silence again. Klaus was probably biting back a thousand snarky comments due to her current situation, as he should be. Her body was literally being pulled to shreds by the desires roaring within. Revenge wasn't even on her list at this moment, nor was dealing with his unnecessary drama. Caroline breathed heavily, head dizzy from the yelling, or possibly the dehydration. She could use some peace and quiet right now. As much peace and quiet as she could get, with the fire that seemed to have fused itself into her essence. She felt like she would never stop burning.
But as the silence dragged on and Klaus's presence still unmistakable in the room, Caroline became suspicious. This was not a sulking silence, or an awkward one. No, this one felt calculating. Even her muddled brain could basically picture Klaus's teeth grinding and eyes flashing, trying to get out of this. Trying to get her out of this.
She would have none of that.
"And before you say anything royally stupid – don't," she warned, fingers digging into the sheets to steel herself. "I don't want nor need you to get involved. I know the spell –"
"Do you really, love?"
Anger rose in her faster than ever before, "take your patronizing questions and shove 'em up your Original ass! Which one of us is the witch?"
Klaus's voice was still controlled, but she could hear the hints of frustration seeping through, "I'm just saying, love, that you clearly haven't seen this before. It's a pesky little spell, not vicious per se – when used right it could even spice up the bedroom now and again." Caroline snorted at that while Klaus continued, "but it is surprisingly strong and persistent with no counter spell. I hate to say this but you need someone to help you."
Hate to say this? Oh she bet it was the stark opposite. He must be enjoying this tremendously.
Propelled by the sudden rage, Caroline struggled into a sitting position, now directly facing Klaus. She gasped as she had a good look at the hybrid's face, her core instantly clenching. His eyes dark and stormy with a wild desire almost matching her own, Klaus's whole body looked rigid, like he was holding himself back. But it only made the tense lines of his muscles more prominent, and Caroline couldn't help but trail her eyes hungrily down his figure, inch by mouth-watering inch from neck to chest until just below his waist. She swallowed, a new thirst burning in her throat. He was hard. Her eyes flashing back up to meet his, she caught him staring entranced at her nipples pebbling under her soaked tank top. But just a second later, he ripped his stare away, head turned to the side, Adam's apple bobbling in the stillness of the room.
She wanted to touch him. Everywhere that he wanted her.
But no. That was the spell speaking. And Caroline would never give in to anything that tried to control her, even if her own desires – be they real or not – were used against her. Painfully.
"I don't need any help, especially not yours," she hated how her voice tried to contradict her own words. "Why don't you go back to whatever you've been busy with since we got here? You seemed pretty comfortable with leaving me alone."
"There were pressing matters that I needed to attend to, sweetheart, like tracking down the person who tried to kill you at the wedding. But apologies for my poor judgments, since apparently you needed supervision!" Klaus ran a hand through his hair, golden curls suddenly messy and loose making her insides churn. Caroline resented him for it, even more than his words.
"So you're saying this is my fault?" She tried to stand up, feeling weak and insignificant when he was towering over her, accusing her of her own carelessness. But the simple change of position brought an overwhelming wave of heat tumbling through her. Losing balance, she fell to the floor in a panting heap, agonizing throb between her legs. Klaus was instantly by her side, trying to hold her up. One brush of his fingertips on her arms and Caroline felt like screaming, in pleasure and in panic.
"I said stay away from me!"
Her magic, agitated ever since the spell hit her, chose this very moment to break out of her, sending Klaus crashing into the opposite wall. Caroline leaned back on the bed behind her, knees pulled up to her chins, exhausted, but sill so, so insatiable. She clenched her eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears.
She heard the quiet rustle of Klaus standing up, then his voice, now low and gentle, almost hesitant, "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should have been here." He sighed, long and deep, like he was dreading what he was going to say, "but I saw you sleeping in the car, leaning away from me, looking so peaceful. And I... I wanted to give you some space. The last thing I wanted was to impose."
Caroline couldn't believe what she was hearing. At any other time, she probably would be understanding, even glad that he was being vulnerable with her. But her patience was worn so thin she only snorted a bitter laugh, "you're such a coward. You take whatever you want without thinking about anyone else. But the second it dawned on you that you would have to deal with it, you bailed."
"Has it ever occurred to you that this is hard on me too? That for the first time in centuries I have no idea what I'm doing?"
She should have kept laughing in his face. But something in his voice, something small and tentative and... scared, clang to her heart and echoed, vibrating all through her, threatening to break down the last shred of her defiance.
"Stop it! Just stop!" Stop that frustrated truthful voice. Stop trying to bare your heart. "Stop all of it and get out!"
Her scathing words did not get the expected result.
"If you think I'm going to leave you like this, Caroline," he spat the sentence out like a curse, even when the intention was anything but. "Think again."
"And what exactly can you do if you stay?" She groaned, "let me repeat myself in case you haven't heard me clear the first time – I'm not letting you help me."
Klaus huffed, clearly annoyed with her, but he stayed where he was without moving a single step, "fine. Be that way. But I'm staying whether you like it or not."
"You're just –" She tried to snipe at him again, but stopped mid-sentence as a frown suddenly appeared on his face. His eyes flashed, a tiniest incline of his head indicating that he'd heard something with his vampire hearing. And judging from his darkened expression, it was not good. "What's wrong?"
He waited for a few moments before answering her, the smile adorning his lips oddly comforting, "nothing that concerns you, sweetheart."
Caroline groaned again, burying her face in her palms. She didn't know which one was warmer, the burning surfaces of herself blending into a borderless land of heat and thirst. She hated how he was still here, seeing her like this; she hated herself for secretly liking it – craving it. His presence flared up the ravenous desires assaulting her on all front, but the deepest part of her, the part that was hanging on a thread fighting it all, was grounded by the simple notion that he was here.
He was the attack and the shelter, wrapped up into one. The irony nearly sent her into a fit of hysterical laughter, but in the end Caroline only sighed. "Go." She urged him, knowing whatever he heard just now must be troubling him. She added before he could protest, her voice raw and close to pleading, "now is the time you give me that space you thought I needed."
Vampire flashing was a funny thing. It was so fast and so quiet that an average human's eyes wouldn't even notice. Caroline blinked once, and found Klaus gone from her vision. With all the energy left in her she dragged herself back onto the bed, half-leaning half-shriveling against the headboard, trembling all over from the overstimulation. She truly didn't know how long she would last before she went crazy.
But in a breath's time his scent was back, feeding into her greedy senses, wrapping her in a cloud of momentary satisfaction and long-lasting emptiness. The edge of something cold was pressed to her lips, the feeling so soothing she grabbed onto the glass and gulped down its content. He retrieved his hand as soon as he was sure she could hold the water on her own, careful not to make contact with her skin.
"I'm afraid a wall apart is all the space I can give you, sweetheart," he whispered. "I will be next door, and I'm not leaving until this is over. One way or another."
The finality in his voice made her shiver.
The water was cold on her skin, but Caroline barely felt it. She was surprised that it didn't turn into steam upon landing. Groaning, she pressed her heated cheek to the tiles, the cool texture providing little comfort. She'd thought a cold shower or two could help her situation, if not cooling her down then at least assuaging the desperate needs clamoring inside her, even the teensiest bit. Apparently not.
It'd been a few hours since she was hit by the fucking spell. Though her body seemed to have built up a minimum tolerance to the attack, her limbs no longer so weak they couldn't even hold her up, the waves of desire rushing through her had not ceased for a moment. All this time she'd been panting and squirming in bed, her mind getting more and more tired of the sensory overload with no escape. She tried distracting herself, playing on her phone, checking her bookmarked websites showcasing room decors and storage, making to-do lists in her favorite scheduling app - things that had helped every time in the past when she wanted to calm herself down. But nothing worked. She was still too warm, too hazy, and too horny to form a single coherent thought.
It was pure torture.
And she'd do anything to end it.
Switching on the faucet, Caroline started filling up the bathtub. Moans threatened to slip from her pursed lips whenever she tried to make a larger movement, her pussy clenching painfully around air. Ignoring the slickness running down the inside of her thighs for the countless time, Caroline turned around and grabbed the big bucket of ice she'd asked one of the house staff to bring to her door. Compelled or not, these people were discreet, or just jaded enough not to show a sliver of surprise when she initiated interaction through the tightly closed door. Still, it was the most embarrassing thing she'd have to do, half naked, wet and dripping, talking to a stranger.
It could not go on any further.
Caroline dumped the ice into the tub, took a deep breath, before throwing herself in.
For a second she thought she succeeded. Her body was enveloped in almost painful numbness, her mind, which had been harassed by the insane arousal for hours, suddenly going blank. But a few breaths later the desire came roaring back in full force, and she was left once again a panting, squirming mess, her body wracked with shivers, from cold or need she didn't know, couldn't care. Stimulation was everywhere. The stirrings of the icy water felt like electric charges on her skin, and the unmelted ice cubes kept brushing over her breasts and the hardened nipples. The cold surrounding her was every bit as harsh and unrelenting as the fires inside, the dichotomy driving her crazy. Caroline whimpered at the myriads of sensations ambushing her, no longer caring if Klaus could hear the pathetic sounds.
She knew he was right outside. Surprisingly all through her ongoing predicament he'd kept his promise, shut up in the neighboring room in what appeared to be a calm silence. But deep down Caroline knew he was far from calm. If she had vampire hearing she probably would have heard him pacing back and forth wearing a hole into the carpet. And even without the enhanced auditory capabilities, she'd heard loud and clear something shattering against the adjoining wall when she'd asked for the ice in her aroused and weakened state. And he wasn't kidding when he set his terms about only a wall apart. As soon as Caroline locked herself into the en suite bathroom, she'd felt him following her, leaning on the frosted glass door, his shadow reticent and dejected.
Thinking of him within a few steps from her had the flames burning even higher. Caroline threw an arm over her eyes and groaned. She'd only got a few peeks of him during their short confrontation earlier, but the view was seared into her mind. He was wearing one of those Henleys that he either adored or got a full load of wrong shipment and didn't bother to return. But damned if they didn't always look so good on him, clinging to his sinewy shoulders and chest so snugly that she just wanted to run her hands over the fabric, and the stretch of muscles underneath. And then there were his ever-present necklaces, framing the lines of his neck, so messy and tempting. He was wearing a dark-colored rosary that day. When he bent down the necklace would dangle so deliciously in the hollow between his clavicles. If Caroline wanted she could just give it a little tug, gentle or maybe rough, and their bodies would be fusing together like magnets. The tip of her nose would touch his skin stretched taut over his Adam's apple, the smell of his aftershave flooding her senses. It was sandalwood that day. Freaking sandalwood.
Without even noticing, Caroline sent her other hand dipping into the icy water and found her folds, slick and warm, tightening desperately around her fingers. She started touching herself, imagining licking that rosary bead by bead, tasting the salt of his skin, lapping up the sounds he made in the depth of his throat. When his breathing got heavier she'd rub him over his pants, a tease of thumb here and a scratch of nails there, and soon he'd be grunting, thrusting into her hand. He was so hard. She'd press herself even tighter into him, her swollen nipples brushing over his chest again and again and she knew he'd feel it. He'd raise his hands to touch her, wanting to knead her breasts and tweak her nipples but she wouldn't let him. Not just yet. She'd give the beads another tug so his lips were on her. Lips and tongue and teeth, going deeper and deeper still, their moans blending and echoing in each other.
She was working her fingers with abandon now, thrusting into herself hard and fast, the water around thrashing. She brought down her other hand and started rubbing her clit, circle after circle until her moans were bouncing off the walls. She knew Klaus could hear her. In that moment she prayed that he heard her so his senses could claw at the sounds wild and frantic without an out. He'd be so hard and desperate his fingers would dig into the walls and leave fingerprints for all to see. But he couldn't touch her. Couldn't even get close to her. A door apart he'd be driving himself into a frenzy thinking about what he couldn't have, with his rock-hard cock straining against his pants picturing caressing her, kissing her, bending her over the bed, pinning her into a wall...
His head was between her legs. His tongue was licking her clit furiously. She was so close she could lose her mind. And then his fingers, thrusting into her, filling her, stretching her. A fingertip, pressing down on her G-spot, hard.
Body arching out of the water, she came. White light bursting behind her eyelids, her whole body buzzing and pussy spasming, she realized that the last part of her fantasy wasn't just her imagination. It was a vision. Goddamned witchy senses no doubt heightened by her sex drives. And now that vision was playing on loop in her mind, so vivid she could feel the phantom of Klaus's fingers in her, and though she'd just come seconds ago, she was already feeling empty again, the fiery desires flaring anew, consuming every inch of her even when she could faintly feel the numbness of her skin in the cold.
Everything hurt. Everything burned. And everything yearned in unquenchable thirst.
Her only comfort was the sound of Klaus punching and presumably cracking the wall outside.
At least she was not alone.
Caroline was still panting when she heard Klaus's voice, hoarse and restrained, rasping across the air, "you know this is not going to work, love."
Apparently his limit was two orgasms on her part.
Klaus did always appear to be the impatient type. Tough. Considering he wasn't even the one under the spell.
"You don't have to be here, you know," she was too spent to raise her voice, knowing he would hear every word no matter how unsteady they were.
"Caroline, I'm assuming you know this spell. It's not going to go away just because you've decided that you're above it. You'll feel exactly the same, if not worse, if you don't get someone else to help you."
Caroline inwardly groaned, knowing he was right. She'd heard enough about this particular spell through the whispers and giggles of the women in her coven to know what it was capable of. When she was younger, recklessly adventurous and eager to please in the sex department, she'd even mentioned it once to Elena, who covered up her own ears and claimed she'd never try it to save her life. Funny how Caroline's life, or at least the overall quality of her life, was now desperately dependent on fulfilling what the spell demanded of her.
She just wasn't ready to do that.
So she scoffed at Klaus's probably well-intended warning, "I'm sure you would like that."
"Do not test me, sweetheart," there was a dangerous edge to his voice. "I am provoked as it is." He took a deep breath, stalling as if what he was going to say physically pained him, "it doesn't have to be me."
"What?"
"Who would you like it to be? I could call Tyler for you," the words sounded like gravel against his throat. "I could compel another human, male or female, and they wouldn't remember a thing after your... situation is dealt with. Or maybe you'd like one of my siblings?" He snorted, sarcasm seeping in, "you were staring at them quite attentively yesterday."
"Ew no! Stop!" Caroline banged on the tiles, furious, "are you crazy? I don't need Tyler, or your creepy siblings, or some random stranger you picked off the side of the road!"
But the unmistakable trembles in her tone suggested otherwise.
And Klaus definitely caught it.
"Then stop being so bloody stubborn! What are you holding off for? You can rub your own clit off but you won't feel any better unless you're appeased by a partner."
His coarse choice of words angered her further. And when she was angry, she nitpicked about the most ridiculous things. This time, it was the clinical term that appeared to have come to him so naturally, yet irked her deeply for no reason, "a partner? When the hell did we become partners?"
"When you married me you –"
She cut him off, not giving him a chance to finish whatever insulting name he was about to call her, "so is that what this is to you? A fucking partnership? Oh let's tear off our clothes, roll into bed and conduct some business? Is that what you want?"
"What I want," Klaus snarked back so loud the air seemed to vibrate around her, "is for you to be safe, and well, and not freeze yourself to death in that godforsaken bathtub before we figure out what this is!"
The silence was stormy with both of their heavy breathing. Caroline wanted to answer him, but so many thoughts were tangled in her already emotion-riddled brain she couldn't pick out a single thread. So she pushed them all aside and followed what had always been there. Something that couldn't be named, or pictured, or articulated. Something that she was unsure of but trusted nonetheless. She followed it, not thinking, but feeling.
Caroline stood up from the tub, air hitting her drenched body making her gasp. She shuddered, feeling drops of water rolling down her sensitive body, neck, breasts, thighs and shin. When the overwhelming sensations subsided a little she resumed her motions, stepping out of the tub and walking barefoot to the door. She was so warm, the floor so cold, that in her mind's eye she saw scorch marks left there smoking and sizzling. The fire inside her was still roaring, making everything seem almost surreal. She felt like she was walking in another vision, but kept on walking.
She didn't bother with a bath towel.
Naked and burning, she reached the door in a haze. But a clarity suddenly dawned on her when her fingers touched the cold metal of the door handle. She could see Klaus's shadow cast on the frosted glass, now straightened up, tentative, waiting. He was not a patient man. But he was quiet on the other side of the thin layer of glass that he could break with a flick of a finger. He was quiet, petulant but somehow forbearing, arms locked at his sides, like he would wait forever.
The handle was now searing in her palm.
They say that in a fire, you should never open a door with a warm handle. That the other side would have been combusted, and you'd be instantly consumed by the flames. There was no going back.
But what if you were already burning? What if you were the heat, the oxygen, and the fuel?
Chanting a silent incendia in her mind, Caroline slowly turned her wrist.
Klaus's eyes widened as he saw her, turning an even darker shade of blue, speckles of gold flashing. For long moments it was like he didn't know where to stare at first, those stormy orbs flickering from her flushed face, to the damp hair sticking to her neck, to her breasts and then down, down, until they snapped back up. His lips opened a few times, not quite catching up with his mind that was too preoccupied with drinking her in.
Caroline watched him, every bit of shock and awe and hunger on his face, eyelids fluttering involuntarily at the stirrings in her lower belly. There was no feeling more intoxicating than to know that Klaus, feared by all and deterred by none, was reduced to an almost catatonic state by the mere sight of her body. But no matter how good it felt to watch him stare at her, there were better ways for worshipping.
And after all these hours of enduring she didn't want to wait one second longer.
With just half a step her body was melting into his, soft Henley feeling titillating on her skin. She ran her hands like she had countless times in her fantasies, all the way from his chiseled chest to lean neck, to the stubbled jaw that tickled her palms. She couldn't suppress the low moan slipping from her lips, the heady contentment instantaneous from what her body had wanted all this time. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. So much more. Lifting her chin just a bit higher she pressed her lips onto his, the touch of plump flesh sending waves of pleasure all the way to the tips of her fingers. Klaus, still half-frozen before this moment, suddenly sprung into life. Hands warm on her back, he ran his tongue along her lower lip before engulfing her in a breathless kiss.
Lips, tongue, and teeth. Caroline never knew they could speak of such want and need, searching and plundering like they were trying to take each other's soul. She pressed herself more firmly into his frame and moaned into his mouth, running her hands through the curls at the nape of his neck, and felt his chest rumble against her breasts. Every inch of her body screamed for attention, aching, but she couldn't bring herself to end the kiss, so possessed by the passion that washed over her in never-ending waves.
Eventually they broke apart, her breaths short and erratic, feeling Klaus's hands gently cupping her face, his thumb brushing a wisp of hair stuck to her jawline.
"Are you sure?" He sounded so hesitant, as if he was the unsure one.
Caroline met his questioning eyes with a small smile, nodding, "yes." Her smile grew wider when it was matched by his, but the tented fabric of his pants brushing her thigh reminded her of something. She pushed him away roughly, softening the blow with her demanding voice, "strip. You're wearing too many clothes."
"As the queen wishes," Klaus smirked.
Caroline rolled her eyes. Typical Klaus. He'd find any chance to flatter himself, even when he was bowing down before her. But as soon as he started stripping his pompousness was immediately forgotten. Caroline stared with hungry eyes as he pulled his Henley over his head, tousling the blonde curls and revealing the firm chest and abs. He was not as muscular as some of her past flames, but there was just something about his lean figure that made her itch to run her hands along the clean lines. And the tattoo. Caroline wondered whether those little blue birds would look like they were flying when his chest was heaving and flexing from exertion, the dampness between her legs growing again as she imagined tracing her tongue over each and every one of them.
"You have no idea how good it feels, how hard it makes me," Klaus held her eyes as he unbuttoned his pants, "to see you there naked, lusting after me. Your eyes are beautiful when they are brimming with desires, sweetheart." He stepped out of his pants and socks, leaving nothing but his dark underwear, tip of his swollen cock visible from the waistband.
"Off," Caroline commanded with a dip of her chin, voice raspy.
He smirked again, getting rid of the piece of fabric in one fell swoop, before strolling towards her in predatory steps, "you look so perfect, with your skin all wet and flushed, rubbing your legs together. I can smell you, you know." He was pressing against her now, nose at her pulse point, inhaling deeply, "I could smell you even from the next room, and it drove me half crazy." He gave her a little peck where her neck and shoulder joined, and Caroline shivered.
"Then why don't you do something about it?" She snapped at him, her body getting even more sensitive when he was this close to her, but not quite touching.
Klaus straightened up, "you have to say the word, love."
She was about to bark at him to stop with the teasing when she saw the lack of a smirk on his face, his eyes all seriousness.
"Tell me what you want in clear terms. Whatever you do not say, I will not do."
She nodded after a second, understanding the weight of his words. He was silent again, shoulders tense and cock hard as iron between them, but he wasn't making one single move, his eyes dark yet awaiting. Suddenly she was the one who felt the urge to tease, "so you want me to order you around."
"Right now, yes."
Her pussy throbbed at the three simple words.
"Then kiss me."
His lips were on hers in an instant, and everything faded away except the desires rushing through her like fiery tides. Blindly she searched for his hands, and put them on her arching breasts, panting in between licks and nips, "touch me."
One brush of his thumbs around her nipples and she was almost done for. Caroline's eyes rolled back at the sensation, the lower half of her body involuntarily grinding into his hard cock. The unexpected friction caused her to moan loudly against his hot lips, her pussy clenching frantically trying to retain the pressure. Klaus chuckled, the sound going straight to her belly stirring up the already blazing flames. He took her taut nipples between his fingers, rolling and rubbing and squeezing, making her shake with unbearable need.
"Lower..."
"Hmm? What was that?"
She could feel his smirk, now in the crook of her neck, arousing another wave of pleasure in a whole new region, his fingers never stopping their ministrations. Caroline squirmed desperately against him, wanting to tell him where she needed him the most, but couldn't find the words. All that came out of her mouth was a string of moans and whimpers, the stimulations almost too much for her body that had been deprived for so long.
Klaus took pity on her, but not before coaxing out another moan and a grind of her hips by biting her earlobe, "do you want me to touch your pussy, sweetheart?"
She could only nod.
The next moment Klaus's warm hand cupped her lower lips. Caroline keened, the feeling almost sending her body into over shock, her head rolling back crashing into the wall behind her, but Klaus's other hand was suddenly there to buffer the impact. "Careful there," he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive spot behind her ear. "Good?"
"Klaus, I need..." The lower half of her body chased Klaus's palm, looking for the right angle and the hard, rough touch. But he wasn't giving it to her, hand just below her pussy, barely grazing, the radiating warmth and the ghost brushes driving her into a frenzy.
"What do you need, love?" He taunted her, fingers cushioning her head brushing her hair gently, but it only served to arouse her more. "Too bad those lips can't do the talking for you." One of his fingers bent to stroke her folds, but only once, and Caroline whined at the loss. "They'd be begging so prettily, just like they are now. You're so wet, sweetheart. I'm barely touching you and you're dripping right into my palm. So eager." Suddenly he pressed the ball of his hand into her throbbing clit. Caroline's legs gave, shuddering as Klaus caught her at the waist.
"Klaus I swear to god..." She panted, glaring at him as hard as she could in this state.
He smirked so smugly, but the kiss he dropped on her shoulder was soothing, "then we better move this to a more comfortable location. Do I have your permission?"
She wasn't even done with her grudging nod when she felt herself placed securely at the foot of the bed, legs dangling down the side, parted, with Klaus kneeling in between. He was looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, the sight so erotic Caroline's pussy clenched out of pure need. He glanced hungrily at her glistening folds, before looking back at her, a wolfish smirk appearing, "tell me, sweetheart."
Caroline groaned, already feeling the edge of an orgasm, her body apparently not up for any more teasing, "just touch my pussy and make me cum. I don't care how you do it, fingers, tongue - Fuck!"
A strangled cry left her lips as she felt both.
Caroline fell back onto the bed, her fingers aimlessly twisting into the rumpled sheets under her. Klaus's fingers were stretching her pussy so skillfully she was clamping down on his knuckles like a vice. But then he brushed her walls with just a hint of nails, all the while his lips locked on her clit making fire erupt in her. Waves and waves of fire. Caroline arched and writhed, not knowing if she was chasing or trying to escape the almost painful pleasure. But his tongue followed her every little movement, flicking and lapping her clit wherever her hips thrusted until even Caroline's screams came out breathless.
"Faster... oh god go faster!"
He hummed against her clit, then chuckled as the vibration made Caroline jump. "You're so beautiful like this, spread out wide showing your pussy to me shamelessly." He started thrusting his fingers into her hard and fast, and Caroline's hips almost arched off the bed if not for his other hand holding her down, the tilted angle only helping his fingers go deeper, reaching and calling alive spots that she wasn't even aware were craving him with such ferocity. Klaus added another finger, "you like this don't you? Did you dream of it when you were alone in your room? Is this what you pictured when you were touching yourself in that tub?"
She felt so stretched and full, yet still empty, all the sensations running through her body listlessly trying to find a release. Suddenly his fingers grazed over a spot inside her, and it was like all those wayward fires burned white at the same time. Caroline screamed out.
"Fuck yes! There, Klaus... right there. Shut up and put you lips back."
"Where?"
He asked, lips hovering over where she wanted them the most. Just when Caroline was about to answer he stroked torturous circles on her G-spot, drawing a long-suffering moan out of her. "Put my lips back where, love?" His warm breaths were only stoking the flames higher, heated currents melting her into a pool of aching hunger and wild desires.
"On my clit... On my fucking clit. Goddamn it Klaus just do it!"
He was more than willing to oblige. lips swallowing her clit, his tongue matched the punishing rhythm of his fingers, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Caroline tossed her head side to side, the pleasure too much and too strong she felt like losing her mind. All those times that she came unsatisfied in the past hours blazed their embers with renewed fervor, the remnants piled one upon another joining the raging fire that was about to consume her whole. She felt her powers rattling inside her, tangled with the flames, raw and feral, just looming on the precipice of her consciousness, tearing at the seams. She searched for something, anything to let out her frustration and finally dug her fingers into the pillow just above her head, burying a half-sob into the sheets.
Klaus seemed to sense her inner struggles, "shh, sweetheart. Let it out."
"But my magic..." She bit her lips when another ravaging current threatened to take away her words.
"Immortal, remember?" He gave her throbbing clit another kiss, soothing and provoking at the same time, "just let go."
He sucked on her clit hard, his fingers giving her G-spot a few rough taps before pressing down and Caroline was done for. Screaming at the top of her lungs, she came. And came, and came. White lights flashing in front of her eyes, Caroline was thrusted into hundreds and thousands of explosions of pleasure, every inch of her body rejoicing in the sensations that washed over her and drowned her in the most sinful ways. Her orgasm kept on rolling as Klaus's tongue and fingers prolonged the pleasure with gentle but persistent strokes, and for long moments Caroline lost all consciousness of her quivering limbs, the only thing she could feel the buzzing and tingling that took over her whole body.
When she finally flinched from the overstimulation, Klaus retrieved his fingers, lips leaving with a gentle kiss at the top of her thigh. Keening, Caroline opened her eyes, and instantly gasped at the sight above her. Feathers, propelled by her magic straight up to the ceiling, were just now floating down.
"Wow," she breathed, feeling the empty pillowcase still clutched in her hand. Letting go of the ruined fabric, she flicked her wrist and sent all the feathers flying to the other side of the room.
"Taken the edge off?" Klaus smirked between her legs, stubble scraping her flushed skin, and already Caroline was feeling heated again, another stab of arousal spreading from her lower regions.
"Not even close."
Klaus chuckled, eyes crinkling from smugness and something softer, more intimate, like affection, "that was quite a... display."
"Shut up. You try being turned on for the whole afternoon."
"Who told you I haven't?" He tilted his head, dimpled cheek half nuzzling into her thigh.
Caroline snorted. It was just like him to be bragging about something like that when he'd just... suddenly a question popped into her mind, "how did you know you'd survive my magic? Other than being immortal, that is." Her powers had always been unsteady at best, and Klaus had seen first hand the result of a volatile outburst. Thinking back to the state she was in just before the orgasm, there was really no telling how it would end.
"You magic, as far as I see, is highly driven by your feelings. And I had an inkling you didn't want me dead yet," Klaus answered, his still glistening chin grazing her folds in the process, and her pussy went into another round of spasms. Klaus's soft laugh accompanied her uncontrollable moan.
Feeling the fire in her blazing back in full force, Caroline hunched over and grabbed Klaus's shoulder, guiding him up until they were face to face, lips just a breath away. She could almost taste herself in the air, and somehow it turned her on even more, "what I want," she brought him into a deep kiss, tongues tangling together over and over – and she did taste herself, with a hint of him, "is your cock."
Klaus's eyes were dark and tempestuous, gold flashing in the irises, "and how do you want," a nip on her lower lip, and a grind against Caroline's wetness, making her hips thrust up, craving the fleeting touch, "my cock?"
"Figure it out," Caroline impatiently ground against his hard length, feeling her desires growing more and more unbearable, and the moan she drew out of him only barely appeased her.
"I thought you were the one in command?"
Caroline grunted, arching up to wrap a leg around his waist, heel pressing him hard into her core, her lower lips greedily trying to swallow his tip, making them both shiver, "now I'm delegating. Fuck. Me."
"Anything for you, sweetheart." He sunk his full length into her in one push, holding her eyes as Caroline moaned loudly from the sudden stretch. And soon her mind went blank again in his relentless thrusts, moaning and crying incoherently at every change of pace or angle. All she could feel was fire, fire, fire. Burning her inside and out, melting skin and flesh and bone until a small voice in the deepest corner of her heart breathed that she would never, ever be the same again, before that voice too was swept away in the blinding flames.
Caroline didn't know how many times she'd come, her memories blurring just as her past few orgasms blurred into one another. She vaguely remembered being on her back, then on top of Klaus, then on all fours, then bent with her legs at each side of her head. At one point she'd even tasted Klaus's cock deep in her throat as he sunk his merciless tongue into her pussy, both of them humming and moaning into each other's body like they were nothing but vessels of never-ending primal desires. Images of her thrashing, screaming, scratching her nails down his back or the sheets, hands gripping the headboard, pussy gripping his cock, kissing and licking and sucking swirled in her mind and she couldn't tell if it was reality, or just her mind twisted by the need in the deep of her bones or seeping out of her every pore. All she knew was she was always coming, or on the verge of coming.
Right now she was on her back again, her eyes barely open, her body trembling nonstop. The fire in her seemed to have died down quite a bit, and Klaus's thrusts were now slow and sensual, taking note of her exhaustion and the dwindling power of the spell. Caroline could feel another orgasm under her now oversensitive skin, teasing and taunting her just out of reach. Sweaty forehead falling into the crook of Klaus's shoulder she whimpered, her voice low and raspy, "I don't think I can..."
"Shh, just one more and it'll be over," he pressed his lips to her temple. "I can feel it."
He began massaging one of her breasts with his hand, head bending down to suck the nipple on the other. Caroline writhed under him, feeling the throbs in her core all the way to her throat.
"Touch yourself for me."
She followed his words, fingers finding her clit and started rubbing small circles around it, pussy clamping around Klaus's cock.
"Yes, just like that," Klaus pinched her nipple before soothing it with the pad of his thumb. "It was torture hearing you from the other side of the door, love. Hearing all those pretty little noises you were making, knowing that you were pleasuring yourself merely feet away from me. Do you know how badly I wanted to break the door down and watch you? I wanted to see how your eyes flutter when your pussy swallow your fingers with its greedy mouth. I wanted to do this," he rolled her nipple mercilessly and felt her jump, "when your brush over the tip of your clit. Yes, do that again, sweetheart."
He pulled her nipple harshly as her finger stroked over the sensitive bud, a cry strangled in her throat.
"I wanted to fuck you, over and over again until you barely had any strength to scream, but your body would still respond so beautifully to my touch," his hand ran down and every inch of her body instinctively rose to meet its trace. Slowly it reached below her abdomen, joining her fingers to rub on her little bud, wet and slick and messy. Klaus was picking up speed, seemingly blindly caressing her hand and her clit, while her hand was on her clit. "Come for me," she heard him whisper into the side of her neck, almost as desperate as her, a hint of his sharp fangs tentatively scraping her skin. Caroline never knew the tips and insides of her fingers could be so sensitive, the notion that her and Klaus were exploring the most secret part of her body in tandem sending her over the edge.
Her head fell back as a silent scream left her lips, orgasm sweeping over her like floods that drowned out an eternal fire. Hips rolling and body quivering, she thrashed like a little boat in the sea of euphoria, curling in on herself as a few tears slipped out of the corner of her eyes from the overstimulation. Hazily she felt Klaus stopping the thrusts and strokes, carefully retreating from her as he brushed her tears away.
"It's okay now, sweetheart. You're okay."
She must have blacked out for a few minutes, floating in the sweet bliss of unconsciousness, her body depleted. When she gradually came to, she felt Klaus's presence by her side, the back of his hand brushing hers. In the temporary stillness of the room it was easy to take in the nuances of his very existence, the undiscernible breaths and the unusual warmth, half vampire, half wolf.
It always amazed her how profound understandings could be gained by simply being in proximity with a person in total silence, something she rarely did. But astounding as it was, once in a while, forgoing the conversations that begged to be struck up and the facial expressions that clamored for attention, two bodies could just... be. Secrets and histories, pains and joys, things that the body carried wordlessly bared in the air that hosted them. Sometimes the bodies knew each other before the minds caught up.
Caroline wondered what the post-coital revelations could mean for her. She'd just had sex with Klaus. Hot, wild, over-the-top sex that absolutely blew her mind, with her enemy-turned husband about whom she had a thousand and one reservations. She waited for the panic to kick in at any minute, but it never did. That in itself should be reason enough to panic. But whether it was because of the serenity that came with a dozen orgasms or the perspective she acquired in the rollercoaster of a past week, Caroline felt oddly calm. So she had sex with Klaus. If she had to make a list for damage control – so to speak – the first item would be a long, long shower. A hot one this time.
She was shocked out of her musings by the sudden crack of the door. In the blink of an eye Klaus shot off the bed, followed by a sickening sound of bones breaking, and then something wet and squishy. Caroline scrambled to sit up, one hand grabbing the sheets, haphazardly covering herself while the other tensed at her side, her magic already gathered at the fingertips. The sight in front of her didn't relax her much: Klaus was standing in the center of the room dragging up a strange man by his collar, whose heart was inches outside of his chest squeezed between Klaus's bloody fingers, no longer beating.
It was a vampire. But how...?
She was about to ask when Elijah strolled into the room. Other than the slightly tousled hair and the one speck of blood on his cheekbone, the elder Original looked impeccable as always. Glancing at Caroline and quickly averting his eyes, he turned to a now very enraged Klaus, looking almost bored.
"Kol insisted on making it a game. That one slipped us by."
So all the Original siblings were here? But that would mean they heard Klaus and her... Feeling the burning on her cheeks, Caroline inwardly shook herself, trying to focus on the important matter at hand. Apparently there had been some kind of an invasion downstairs – wait. A memory flashed through her mind where Klaus seemed to have heard something when he was confronting her about the spell. Suddenly the dots connected.
It was all planned. They were trying to use her to distract Klaus while they attacked.
"Excuses? Really, Elijah?"
Klaus's voice was dark and taunting, but the accusation didn't faze Elijah in the least. Adjusting the cuffs of his suit, he subtly gestured at the body in Klaus's hands with his chin, "do you want me to take care of that for you, or are you deigning to join the clean-up in your… modesty?" He needled Klaus with the sharp articulation of the last word, a spark of mirth in his eyes.
With a huff, Klaus threw the heart he was still clutching right at Elijah in vampire speed, but the elder Original swiftly turned to the side to dodge the organ before catching it firmly in his palm, without one drop of blood spilling. Frowning at Klaus in mock disapproval, he threw the heart carelessly into the hallway, "Italian suit and Persian rug, Niklaus. Savagery does not equal humor."
"Your annoyance does."
"You have enough ways to humor yourself as it is," Elijah gave a nonchalant shrug, sharp eyes returning to Caroline. "Sorry for the intrusion, Ms. Forbes. I'll leave you to your rest."
Irked by his attitude, Caroline forgot all about the embarrassment of being mostly naked and blurted out at his retreating form, "it's Caroline."
Turning around, Elijah fixed his eyes on her again, silently demanding reasons for a normally very reasonable request.
Wrapping the sheets tight around herself, Caroline straightened up as much as she could, "that was no way to address your sister-in-law, don't you think?" Elijah raised an eyebrow, still silent. Caroline forged ahead, "but thank you. And Kol and... Rebekah, I assume? For dealing with the troubles downstairs while I was... indisposed."
He held her eyes under quiet scrutiny for a few more seconds, before a small smile crept up his lips, "we take care of our own, Caroline." Exchanging an unreadable look with Klaus, he left the room, dead body in tow.
Klaus turned around to face her, voice concerned, "are you alright, love?"
Caroline rolled her eyes, "I'm thrilled to learn that your siblings have just listened to an hour-long erotic podcast starring us."
"More like three hours but don't mind them," Klaus laughed under the daggers she was shooting him.
"Yeah, right, considering I'm still naked in a room without a door."
"We can always go to mine," he nodded towards the neighboring room he'd been in. Of course. All the rooms in the huge mansion and she had to pick the one right next to his. Why was she not surprised.
Throwing on the pants that he left on the floor, Klaus strode over and sat down on the edge of the bed, "but enough deflecting."
She knew what he was referring to. "What exactly happened? Were the witches and vampires working together?"
"You are so much smarter than people give you credit for," Klaus smiled before turning serious. "Yes. Not everyone was happy about this union, some on your side, some on mine."
"Grayson and Miranda? And the Florida coven?"
"Among others."
When he didn't get a reply Klaus spoke again, voice harsh with threats, though not directed at her, "don't worry. When I'm done with them they'll regret ever being born."
Caroline looked down and saw his hand clenched into a fist, drying blood staining skin like it would never wash off. The hand of a devil. She took the hand in hers, dragging the broken pillowcase over and wiping at the bloodied fingers, surprisingly compliant in hers, "is this why you changed the vows?"
He must have suspected something like this would happen. Or he wouldn't have stricken her coven and her blood out of the magically bound oath.
"It had to be done," he sounded stubbornly defensive, fingers tensing under her touch. Caroline kept on running the fine fabric over his skin, bending and molding those obstinate knuckles to her will.
"But you centered it around me," her stare was glued to his palm, as if she could read him through the blood-filled lines. By the wording of the vows he could slay anyone but those that she considered hers. His cruelty and mercy, all dependent on her.
"Allegiance shift all the time, sweetheart," he answered quietly. "You're here to stay."
Caroline's heart skipped a beat. Then she looked up and met his clear blue eyes. She had to. "You're that sure, huh?"
"Just hopeful," Klaus's eyelashes fluttered, a soft curve along his lips. "I dedicated a room to you, didn't I?"
"Still doesn't excuse you lying to me."
His eyes flashed, so easily clouded by groundless anger, "Caroline, it wasn't –"
She threw away the pillowcase. It was no use trying to clean that hand. Didn't mean she couldn't take it again, hold it firm, and make a mess of her own though.
"Here's what we're gonna do," she shut him up with a look. "You are never, ever keeping things from me again. You are going to find me a nice guest room while I shower." His eyes were clearing up shade by lighter shade like a dawning sky. It took her breath away. So she waited until her heart calmed from the thunderous pounding, inhaling deeply, "and then... We'll figure this out, together."
Klaus didn't ask what this was.
"As the queen wishes," he laid a sealing kiss on the back of her hand.
