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This chapter is pretty much smut, so consider this your warning.
Kol lounged against the doorframe, surveying the scattered papers with casual interest. The moonlight illuminated bold lines of ink, faint outlines of ancient diagrams and the gold sparkle of her ring.
"What are you working on, love?" He already knew, but she hadn't spoken much in the four days since they left Oia and the slaughtered coven behind, and he missed her voice.
"Stopping the Harvest," she murmured, glancing at him.
"That's all I get," he clutched his chest, "a fleeting glance?" Mock outrage and devastation bled through his voice.
"If I look at you," she flipped a page, "you will distract me. You only have half of the information because you keep distracting me."
A wicked smirk graced his lips. In one fluid movement he swung her chair around, revealing her slender legs and lower thighs.
"Kol," she tried and failed to sound exasperated. Her eyes dropped to the exposed skin of his abdomen.
She bit down on her lip, placed her palm over his heart and got to her feet.
"Tell me about the Harvest, darling," his large hands found a home on her hips.
"You already know about the Harvest," she rolled her eyes.
"Perhaps talking about it will help us both through this block, and give us a new idea."
"How do I know you'll let me finish talking?" She held the sides of his open button down. "It looks like you came out here to seduce me."
"I'll be on my best behaviour, love," a flash of amusement crossed his face, "I give you my word."
She pursed her lips and tilted her head, pretending to consider his seriousness. Distraction, she decided, just might do the trick. And if not, at least her eyes would stop crossing from looking at the faded ink; he was far more pleasing to the eye.
"Alright," she smirked. Leaning forward she trailed her lips over his jaw to his ear.
"Darling?" His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hip.
"I never said I'd be on my best behaviour," she nipped at his ear, and blew a cool stream of air over the wet skin. Ocean spray clung to his body, invigorating her senses. "The Harvest is a ritual performed in New Orleans." As she spoke she pushed his shirt down his arms and teased his throat with her teeth. "They sacrifice witches and each one passes her power to the next."
He struggled to keep his hands still, fighting the desire to drag them up and bury his fingers in her chocolate curls.
"The last one escaped," she kissed the cleft in his chin.
His restraint grew precariously thin, nearly snapping when her lips covered his in a coaxing kiss, but he held tight to her hips and let her set the pace.
She wasn't done yet.
"That much power in one witch…" she breathed against his swollen lips.
"Four in one…" he closed his eyes. A thousand years of life had failed to teach him restraint and higher reason proved impossible with her nails scratching a path to his belt. "What…" her fingers pulled the buckle free, "… was her name again?"
"Davina Claire," she planted kisses over his shoulders.
"Claire?" His heart gave a startled beat. That was new information. The first time they had discussed it he had been distracting her and only gotten the first name.
"Yes," Elena froze.
"That's interesting," he breathed.
Elena took a step back and dragged her eyes up and over his shocked expression. With a jolt she realized that she had never told him the girl's surname.
"Yes," a slight edge entered her voice, "it is interesting. She is a powerful Claire witch."
The fog in his mind cleared and he found he was able to focus once more. A hard glint had entered her narrow eyes accentuated further by the tight twist of her lip. He tilted his head; a slow smirk lifted the corner of his mouth. He would set her straight, but he'd be damned if he didn't tease her about it first.
"Are you jealous, darling?"
"Jealous?" She scoffed. With a quick spin she stepped from his arms and bent her head over the table. "Why would I be jealous of her? I'm just wondering if I should be worried." She watched the tide rush in over the black pebbles beyond the balcony. Her voice emerged, colder than the ocean: "You do have a history of using the witches in that family."
He cringed at the note of brutal honesty, but most of her words stemmed from a clear cut jealousy.
Sighing he stepped up behind her and brushed her long hair over her right shoulder. His arms snaked around her slender waist and pulled her flush against him so she felt every hard inch of his body pressed to her back.
Elena tried to pull away, but she was at an awkward angle and not upset enough to use magic to escape her cage; besides, it was a nice cage.
His mouth brushed the spot that never failed to make her melt before grazing the shell of her ear.
"The Claires may be good witches," his warm breath ignited a fire under her skin, "but what would I want with one of them when I have you?"
He slid his left hand up her body until he reached her throat. The line of her jaw turned with gentle tugs of his fingers.
He looked at her with a tender gaze that left no doubt to his sincerity.
"I assure you, darling, it doesn't matter how much power she has, or how pretty she might be," Elena's knees weakened. "She could never hope to hold a candle to your flame; it burns too bright in my heart."
He captured her lips in a kiss even more persuasive than his words, turning her knees to water. Her left hand caught the back of his neck, her right clasping the arm around her waist for purchase. He broke the kiss and pressed his lips to the pulsing hollow at the base of her throat.
"I love you."
The breath caught in her lungs. She listened to the steady beating of their hearts and the calming sound of the crashing waves. Those three little words carried more weight than any vivid description of his devotion to her.
Kol nuzzled her neck. His anxiety mounted with each passing second of silence, but the truth was out and he wouldn't have taken it back if he could.
"Shall I help, or leave you to your work since my presence is such a distraction?" He moved to pull away but was stopped by slim fingers curling around his wrists.
"I think I could use a distraction right now," she guided his right hand down to the apex of her thighs. "It's gibberish at the moment… too much going on in my head."
"Perhaps I could help clear your mind," he bent, pressing his lips to her skin. He nipped at her throat, tasting the ocean's salt on her sun-kissed flesh.
He bunched the sundress around her hips until his knuckles grazed her inner thighs. He froze at the sound of her soft voice.
"Kol?"
"Yes, darling?" He hummed against her shoulder.
Elena turned in his arms. Her skirt fell down a few inches as she cupped his face in her slender hands. She stared into his darkened eyes and smiled.
"I love you too," her eyes mirrored the warmth in his. She grinned. "I just wanted to make sure I said that before you started distracting me. You really are a horrible distraction."
The seductive smirk turned to a grin of pure joy.
"Say that again, love."
"You're a horrible distraction," she teased.
"Elena," he pinched her hip.
"What?" She giggled. "You are horrible and I love you in spite of it."
His heart skipped a beat before pounding wildly.
She heard it and grinned. Stretching up on her toes she peppered kisses on his lips, murmuring each word between a kiss.
"I love you, Kol Mikaelson."
He gripped her waist and rested his forehead on hers.
"I could listen to you say that every day for the rest of eternity."
"As long as you return the favour," she smiled. Her eyes glistened in the night. "Now," she stepped back – just far enough to tear the sundress over her head.
A pulse of desire raced through his bloodstream. His dark eyes flickered over her lithe form from head to toe and he thanked anyone that might be listening for the private beach at the back of the house. The sight of her body belonged to him and him alone.
"Have you forgotten something, darling?" He drank in her nakedness. "Or did you have plans to seduce me?" His reply came with a promising smirk.
"Are you going to distract me from the mess on the table, or must I do it myself?"
As she spoke she dragged her fingers along the smooth expanse of her thigh inch by inch, leaving behind dark smudges of ink. Her legs fell open at the coaxing of her wandering hand to reveal the glistening arousal between her thighs.
He gripped her hips, hoisting her up on the table. Her legs snapped around his waist, drawing him in until the heart from her seeped through his jeans. A groan threatened to escape as her hips rocked and her eyes closed. He stilled her hips, grasped her thighs and took a step backwards.
Elena pouted.
"Patience, darling," he chuckled.
"You're telling me to be patient?" She pointed a finger at her fluttering heart, disbelief coloured her tone as her accusing finger leveled on him. "You?"
"I can be patient," he protested.
Her eyes followed him as he packed away her loose papers and carried them inside when the wind would be unable to scatter them.
"History does not support that statement," she smirked. "I've got the numbers of four people who would agree with me."
"Let's leave my siblings out of this," he reappeared between her legs. "They're not the names I want to hear falling from your lips, especially when you're naked and I'm proving how patient I can be."
He trailed his fingers down her thighs, ghosting over the skin; goosebumps rose in their wake. Placing a chaste kiss to the corner of her mouth he stepped back and removed the constricting material of his jeans. Then he sank to his knees.
He lifted her left leg and drew a path from her ankle to her knee and from her knee to her inner thigh, laying claim to every inch of skin with his lips. Her muscles quivered beneath his mouth, but instead of tasting the sweet ambrosia between her legs he dragged his mouth back down and repeated the process, switching to her right leg.
"Kol…" her voice shook.
"Yes, my love?" He bit her femoral artery hard enough to make her gasp, but nowhere near enough to break the skin and taste the spice of lust in her blood.
"You're teasing me," she grasped at the short strands of his hair.
"I am teaching you patience," he breathed against her skin and gently pulled her fingers from his hair, pressing her hands flat to the glass table behind her. "Good things come to those who wait."
Tiny tendrils of fire ignited under the path he kissed from her stomach to the patch of hair between her legs. He paused above the area she wanted him at, meeting her heavy eyes. She bit her lip and the strong desire to beg for her desire lest he take another trip down her legs; finally he dipped his head and inhaled her scent.
His tongue drew a leisurely line through her wet folds as his hands sought the pleasure points he could reach – the curve of her backside, the stiff peaks of his breasts, and the smooth curve of her inner thighs – while deliberately avoiding her swollen clit. He traced lazy circles over her skin with his thumbs until Elena felt certain the sun would crest before she did.
"Please…" she dug her nails in his hair and struggled to reposition him. Her chest heaved with each laboured breath.
He glanced up to her desperate eyes and smirked before blowing a cool stream of air over her swollen clit.
Elena's eyes fluttered shut. She fell against the table with a sharp cry as he finally focused his attention on her clit p drawing it in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, gently nipping with his teeth – and on her aching pussy – thrusting into her with his tongue.
He went back and forth, working her higher and higher until her thighs trembled on either side of his head.
She tasted the first hint of release on the tip of her tongue as the coil in her belly grew taut. She was there on the edge, ready to fall into her orgasm, but then Kol pulled away and she tumbled in the opposite direction.
Her glare would have melted ice, as would her heated skin.
"I told you, darling," he chuckled, standing between her open legs, "I'm teaching you patience."
"Good things come to those who wait," she grumbled, propping herself on her elbows. "When exactly do I get to come?"
"When I think you've learned your lesson," he smirked and bent her legs at the knee, urging her to hold them aloft.
She held the backs of her thighs, freeing his hands to draw her to the edge of the table. He brought one hand down to caress her pert ass before drawing back a delivering a sharp swat; her breasts shook from the impact.
"Do you want to come, Elena?" He rubbed the tender flesh, already healed.
She nodded, squealing when he spanked her again.
"Then what must you be?"
"Patient," she whispered. Her ass pushed down against his hand, but even she was unsure of what she wanted – oral stimulation, a further spanking, or his hard cock buried in her willing body – but it didn't matter; Kol had other ideas.
He thrust two fingers in her dripping pussy and curled them, locating the spongey spot inside that made her moan. He combined the erotic massage with his thumb working her over again until she was on the verge of orgasm before he stopped and denied her satisfaction once more.
"I thought you said that nobody leaves you unsatisfied," she panted, struggling to hold her legs up.
Kol chuckled – a dark sound in the back of his throat – and pressed his wet fingers to her lips.
"Who said anything about letting you leave?" He groaned as her tongue swirled around his fingers. "I'm never letting you go, Elena Gilbert?"
She let go of her legs and slowly sat up, dragging one of his hands to her waist and the other to her chest. Her voice – though exasperated – teased him; they both knew she wasn't going anywhere.
"Then you'd better work on keeping me satisfied," she pushed his boxer briefs down his thighs, grinning when he stepped out of them.
"As you wish, darling," he hummed.
In one swift move Elena found her body bent over the balcony where the cool metal pressed into her stomach. She opened her mouth to say something, but her words cut off in a silent scream when he entered her from behind with a smooth thrust.
She gripped the railing for purchase, meeting him thrust for thrust until he drilled into her and the only sounds that reached her ears were the lapping waves, the slap of skin on skin and her needy moans.
Just when she thought he was going to let her come – bringing orgasm after orgasm on her body – he pulled out and switched positions. The process repeated – against the glass doors, sitting on the patio table, down on all fours – until her mind and body were a blithering mess and all she could see was the intense light in his eyes.
The moon had begun to dip below the horizon when he decided she couldn't take anymore – partly because of the quaking muscles in his own body whispering to let go.
He hooked her leg over his elbow, brought his thumb to her clit, and sank his teeth into the rapidly pounding artery in her throat. The feel of her contacting walls combined with the taste of her blood and the sting of her teeth sinking into his shoulder had the muscles in his back stiffening. He bucked into her, forcing his release as deep into her body as he could before collapsing at her side in a tangle of limbs.
Her toes slowly uncurled as a feeling of utter bliss spread through her weary body.
"Are you still thinking of leaving?" He tipped up her chin.
"I'm too tired to move," she giggled.
"That's what happens when you practice patience," he teased, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Just shut up and hold me," she swatted at his arm, missing entirely.
"You can't even roll over," he crowed, grinning. He shifted her onto her side and curled his arm over her waist, tucking her curves into the contours of his body. "I satisfied you, darling, admit it."
"I would, but then I'd be stroking your ego," she closed her eyes.
"Would you prefer to stroke something else?" The chuckle rumbled through his chest to her back. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder.
"Maybe later," she hummed, "I'm too worn out to do anything but cuddle right now."
"I can do that," he murmured.
The feel of her heart against his chest lulled him to sleep moments behind her. Sunlight and soft hair tickled his senses waking him hours later. At some point she had rolled over and draped her thigh over his body.
"Your phone's ringing," she buried her face in his chest.
He threaded his fingers through her mussed hair and glanced at the nightstand where his phone sat, silent and still.
"It's not my phone."
Elena groaned, wrinkling her nose. She sighed and pushed up, dragging her breast over his chest and her leg fully over his waist. She half-straddled, half-laid on top of him and groped for her phone.
"I could get used to this," he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest.
"Behave," she kissed his cheek, squinting at the phone.
"That's no fun," his fingers traced down her spine, "but since I love you I'll listen."
Elena swiped the screen.
"Morning Bekah," she twisted her head to lie on his shoulder.
"I'm pretty sure it's afternoon there. Are you really still asleep?"
"I had a late night," she stifled a yawn.
"I'd ask for details, but I'm certain my brother was the one keeping you up late, so I'll refrain from gossip."
"I kept her up all night until she couldn't move," he chuckled.
"Kol," she pressed her hand to his mouth.
"Those are details I never wanted to know. Have either of you heard from Elijah?"
"Not since leaving Mystic Falls," she sat up, casting Kol a curious glance.
"He called me," he admitted, "weeks ago, but I didn't answer, and I won't until he apologizes for leaving you in that cottage and waking Nik."
"He hasn't been answering my calls; I'm worried Nik's done something horrible in retaliation for being daggered."
"Nik is always doing something horrible," Kol rolled his eyes.
"Do you two know what's going on in New Orleans?"
"Yeah," she pushed her hair back from her face, "that's why we're in Greece: looking for answers."
"I thought you understood all of that… never mind… if you hear from Elijah tell me, please. I'm going to New Orleans to look for him."
Elena agreed – though she didn't think Elijah would be fool enough to call her – and disconnected the call.
"I thought she'd never hang up."
She dropped her phone on the bed and tipped her chin up; giving him unrestricted access to her throat. She arched into him, guiding his hands between her legs, but before she could give in to the pleasure he built up her eyes popped open. Her voice came out as a moan when he traced the delicate shell of her ear with his tongue.
"Oh my God, Elijah."
Kol snapped back and met her eyes, cocking an eyebrow.
"What did I say about my family's names while you're naked?"
"Not that," Elena shook her head. She pushed on his chest, forcing him to lie down. "Last year – a century ago? – when Klaus used me, Elijah tried to save me." Her eyes lit up; she bounced, almost giddy. "He had an elixir he had made for Katherine with resuscitative properties, so I would be dead and then I wouldn't."
His eyes widened with realization.
"You want to make it for Davina?"
"I never used it," she bit her lip, "because Damon shoved his bleeding wrist in my mouth and vampire blood made the elixir useless. Elijah still has it… somewhere."
"So we're going back to New Orleans," he picked up her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers. "We'll head to the airport in a bit."
"In a bit?"
"Mmhmm," he rolled her over. "After I've made sweet love you."
"Kol," she massaged the back of his neck, "we need to be on the next plane."
"Is that a no?" He pouted. "Because if I'm going to deal with my brothers I need one more peaceful fix before we're drawn into the chaos and I have to be semi-civil."
She laughed, pushing on his shoulders.
"That's a 'take-it-to-the-shower-because-we're-multi-tasking'."