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It had been three days since she had seen Kol. Three days since he had convinced her that she could break her curse. Three days since she had done as instructed and gone to his brother's bed.
It had taken her three days to get over what she had done. Three days before she was able to leave her room for any extended period of time. Three days before she could face Elijah again.
It had taken three days for her to step back into the cemetery. Three days before she could open the door of the Playhouse. Three days before she stood in front of a shocked Kol and delivered a hard slap.
"Ouch," he rubbed his jaw, "as if my splitting headache weren't enough? What exactly have I done to earn your ire?" Kol blinked when he saw the tears shimmering in her eyes. "Alenka?"
"You were wrong," she cursed herself when her voice shook.
"Alenka," Kol lifted her chin and swiped away the few tears. "You…"
She nodded wordlessly.
He couldn't understand the rage that filled him. She had spent the night with his brother. He had told her to do it, but for some reason it still stung; knowing that Elijah had known her body had white hot anger curling at the base of his spine. He didn't know why it bothered him so; she was not his… she had never been his.
"You're still cursed?" The knowledge that she had given her body for no reason was heartrending; especially seeing how upset she was over having done it. "I'm sorry."
"Really?" Her eyes narrowed. "It looks like you're angry with me."
"That's because I am," he stepped back and grasped the work table. Glass shattered when he threw a bowl at the far wall.
"You have no right to be angry with me," her hands fell to her hips. "You practically pushed me through the door."
"Don't you think I know that?" Kol's jaw ticked. "I'm angry at you for doing it. I'm angry at myself for even suggesting it, and I'm angry at whoever started that bloody rumor that a soul bond could break a traveller's curse."
Tiny jolts raced up her legs as she stomped across the room. The click of her shoes echoed sharply over the stone walls.
"Perhaps it was a witch with a cruel sense of humor," she glared up at him. "Or… maybe the universe just has a mean streak. Maybe he's not my soulmate at all and the physical resemblance was just a coincidence."
"I," Kol started walking her backwards, "have lived a thousand years. And yes some of that time was spent rotting in a wooden box, but it was still a long time. I've learned something in that time, Alenka."
She swallowed. She glanced over her shoulder when her knees bumped into the daybed before meeting his eyes. "What have you learned?" Involuntarily her eyes flickered to his mouth.
"That there is no such thing as a coincidence," he leant so he was in front of her face. "Why are you so upset over it? Elijah looks like your husband for a reason, Ellie."
Maybe it was the use of the nickname she hadn't heard since before her death. Maybe it was the heat radiating from his body. Maybe it was just the proximity to his lips.
She inhaled once before pressing her mouth to his in a harsh kiss.
Kol shut his eyes and took hold of her hips. His mouth moved against hers hungrily. The sudden desperation that took over his body was surprising. He took shallow breaths, rested his forehead on her brow and watched the flush on her cheeks.
"That's why," she peeked up through her lashes. "Why are you so upset?"
He choked down the sob. Over the months he had spent with her he had come to know several things. She practically radiated light and warmth. She struggled with her transition from witch to traveller and mourned the loss of nature. And finally whether she believed it or not she and Elena Gilbert were the same person; even if she didn't remember. Knowing that, he was still mildly surprised by the feelings he had developed for her. He hadn't said anything because he thought she was in love with his brother.
"Because…" it hit him like a ton of bricks. Much like the Salvatores and Elijah he had fallen for a Petrova. "I fancy you."
"You fancy me?" The laugh that bubbled up in her throat was nearly hysterical. "Fancy? That's really the word you're going with?"
"Yes," he cupped her cheek and rubbed small circles into her hip, "is it that hard to believe, darling?"
"You told me I killed you," she chewed her lip when his touch set her blood on fire, "so yes I think it's a little hard to believe."
"You had your reasons," he stroked her jaw. "And in case you've forgotten I was quite angry in the beginning."
"I recall," her eyes drifted shut. It had taken remarkably little convincing for him to believe her when she said she didn't remember. He had refused to kill her without her knowing the reason why and had shown her his memory of the night. She had been horrified, but she still hadn't recognized it as her actions.
"Somewhere in the middle of trying to restore your memory so I could kill you in good conscious I stopped hating you," he kissed her forehead.
"Does that mean you're not going to kill me?" She teased. "Have you given up on returning back my current life's memories?"
"Yes," he nodded, "but only because I don't have the time."
She frowned and pulled back so she could meet his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Kol sighed. He knew he should tell her what Finn had done, but he didn't want to burden her with that right now. "I'm only human darling," his hand ghosted up her side, "and I'd rather not waste my time on that when I could be kissing you instead."
She wanted to press the matter further but his mouth descended on hers in a soft kiss. She slid her hands into his hair and pulled him forward so he hovered over her on the daybed.
The slow kisses turned heated quickly. Hands slipped beneath shirts to explore feverish skin. Buttons were pulled from their moorings with clumsy fingers.
Kol sat up on his knees so she could remove his light shirt. Before she could lie back he tore her blue shirt over her head. He brushed her hair back from her face and slid his hand around her back to unhook the black bra.
"Having trouble?" She mumbled against his mouth.
"How the bloody hell do you take this thing off?" His fingers ran over the material.
She giggled and reached around to unsnap the hooks. "Have you never taken off a girl's bra?"
Kol pushed her back with a small growl and flicked her nipples with his thumbs. "Cut me some slack, darling. The last time I was with a woman she was wearing a corset… I wasn't awake long before…" He trailed off.
"I'm sorry…" the amused smile fell from her lips.
"Why don't we forget about that?" He cupped her cheek and stared into her teary eyes. "Hmm? What do you say? You've got a very attractive half naked man on top of you."
"You're cocky aren't you?" She snickered. She opened her mouth and tangled her tongue with his.
"Extremely," he whispered. Breaking from her mouth he kissed over her cheek and licked the shell of her ear.
"Kol," she sighed when he sucked on her carotid artery. A thousand years had created some habits; he bit the skin and soothed the mark with his tongue. Tiny moans fell from her lips when he laved kisses over her collarbone and grazed her nipple with his teeth one of his hands lifted to knead the unattended breast before he switched.
She felt heat settle low in her abdomen under the assault of his tongue and teeth. Tugging on his hair she pulled him back to meet her lips in a frantic kiss. The hard ridge in his pants pressed deliciously against her center. She rocked up and ground her hips while sucking on his neck. His groan reverberated through her chest.
He pressed her back against the pillows and laid a trail of open-mouthed kisses to the waistband of her jean shorts.
She lifted her hips and shivered when he slid her underwear and shorts down her shapely legs. Her ballet flats clattered on the stone floor and were swiftly covered with the fabric.
Maybe it was a thousand years of experience. Maybe it was the intensity in his blue eyes. Maybe it was just him.
She was an addict and he was her drug. She craved his touch; it was both soothing and electrocuting. His hands stoked the embers into a fire. His lips traveling the length of her thigh created an inferno.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and reached over her head for the iron rail of the bed. Her moans and soft cries of his name were wanton to her own ears. Fingers flexed when his tongue plunged into her dripping centre. She was powerless to stop the undulation of her hips.
He added his fingers to the mix and made a come-hither motion while suckling on her engorged clit. Three minutes into that sweet torture and her head fell back.
"Kol," her voice was a high keen. Her thighs trembled on either side of his head. She couldn't help but make the mental comparison. Elijah had brought her undeniable pleasure, but even her most powerful orgasm couldn't have held a flame to what Kol had managed with just his tongue.
Her breathing was heavy as she came down from the high. She couldn't recall the time her body had felt so insatiable. She needed him, and she needed him now.
Grasping the back of his neck when he straightened his spine she kissed him and moaned at the heady taste that was her on his tongue. Her fingers trailed down his stomach and caught his belt. It took her a moment to unfasten the leather because she adamantly refused to break their passionate kissing. Eventually, though, she had to.
Kol smirked and caught her hands so he could stand and toe off his shoes.
She took advantage of the new angle and finally unhooked his belt. She heard him hiss when she stood and slid her hand inside to squeeze his throbbing erection.
A playful smirk crossed her lips as a light danced in her eyes. She saw his eyes darken with lust when she knelt and pulled down his jeans. She helped him step out of the dark material before wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock and circling the tip with her tongue.
He moaned and closed his eyes when she slid her swollen lips over his shaft and sucked. He pulled her off when he felt he was in danger of finishing early. He was unsure of his stamina in his human body and he had every intention of being inside of her when he came apart; he wanted to feel her walls flutter around his cock and know that he had brought her immeasurable pleasure. He wanted to drive any memory she had of Elijah from her mind.
The line that had appeared between her brows disappeared when he spun and sat on the day bed. She stifled her squeal when he pulled her to straddle his thighs and met her lips in a long kiss.
She slowly sank onto his hard cock and arched her back. A low moan escaped her lips when he trailed his lips down her throat and guided her hips.
They quickly found a rhythm that had her thighs trembling and her abdomen quivering.
Kol brought his hand between them and flicked her clit while driving up into her. He gritted his teeth when he saw the pleasure flash across her face and felt her walls flutter around him.
She inhaled and gasped when he laid her down on the bed and lifted her leg over his shoulder. She moaned when he buried himself in her dripping center and watched the tension in his jaw as he struggled to hold back long enough to bring her to completion again.
Electricity coursed through her veins and she knew she was close. She dropped her legs from his shoulder to his waist and brought her own hand between them to manipulate her clit.
She came with a moan. He caught her lips in a slow kiss and she felt him spill inside her a moment later. The warmth of his orgasm sent her into another; there was no explanation for the intensity of it though.
She couldn't fathom why her entire body seemed to light on fire even as it was doused in the cool spray of the ocean during a storm.
She threaded her fingers through his hair and held his head in place over her pounding heart. It had to be the post-coital bubble of bliss; there was no way she could actually feel the repressed energy in his body. It was wishful thinking. It was all in her head.
Wasn't it?
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