Caroline tried to sleep that night, but as she turned on her side for the hundredth time, punching her pillow into a new position. She just kept playing the day, over, and over again in her head. She couldn't foster the blame solely on his shoulders for this encounter, she'd kissed him first, thinking back, she could have sworn that he made sure that she kissed him, letting her make that choice. Caroline hated having her choices taken from her, so the fact that he let her have that choice, for a man who clearly craved utter control was a serious omission. She turned over again, and punched her pillow again, deep in thought she didn't even realize she had woken Kat who slept in bed with her. Kat had been huddled in the corner of their room when Caroline had returned topless earlier that day, Kat had raised her eyebrows at Caroline's new style, and waited for her to find a new t-shirt to pull on. Caroline shook her head as Kat opened her mouth to ask what happened, "Don't ask."
They'd fallen into a truce of sorts, neither talked about the bombshell that Kat had dropped earlier, and they did not discuss the fact that Caroline still smelled like dog. But apparently intruding on Katerina's sleep was too much to ask, with all the grace of a freight train, Kat bunched her legs up under her and kicked Caroline onto the floor. She landed hard on the ground unprepared for such a move, flipping her hair over her shoulder, she looked up at Kat, who was grinning at her like a fool. "Please, please, please GO FIND THE HYBID AND GET LAID! SO, I CAN GET SOME SLEEP!"
Caroline blushed embarrassed, she was sure that the entire house had heard Kat shouting. She got the message, quickly grabbing her short swords, she moved her restless ass off the floor, sticking her tongue at Kat, who responded with a New York State Bird, and headed to the library. She turned the handle of her right short sword in hand, a nervous tick she developed at a young age, ever since Regin had put them in her hands. She moved silently through the house, the old echoes of an ancient plantation settling around her. Creeping up to the large oak doors of the library, she slipped silently inside breathing a sigh of relief.
She was utterly unprepared for what she found among the tomes of books. Paintings, at least ten of them, all carelessly left around the library, and they were beautiful. Caroline had seen art, but this was different. This artist left their entire soul on the canvas, and even an unartistic individual such as herself, could feel the emotions of the artist when looking at the canvas. She moved closer to them, noting that the first couple were of the plantation, she briefly considered that the painter was an employee; however, the next couple were beautiful heart wrenching blackness with a glowing white figure seemingly always on the edge of reach. Just glancing at them, she could tell that the artist was lost in the blackness, and that the white figure always at the edge of canvas, but never close enough, was their salvation. The last one she stumbled upon, had her going numb in shock. It was half finished but she recognized it immediately, the bright blue on the verge of being overcome with molten silver, glowing brightly. It was a landscape, and when turned on its side, looked to be a pair of eyes, glittering at the artist. She'd seen the same color in the mirror when her eyes turned silver with strong emotion, but only one person under this roof had seen her eyes like this. Klaus.
She hastily stepped back from the canvases, as if they could burn her, how could he have made these? The stories of the Hybrid King did not mesh with the sensitive artist. She glared at the paintings, hoping to wipe them from her memories, so she could go back to seeing him as the destructive monster incapable of emotion. A destructive monster she was insanely attracted to, but a monster none the less. A monster wasn't supposed to have a sensitive side! She stumbled back, falling against the wall, her short sword falling from her hand, breathing hard, the room felt to small, and her own eyes filled with passion glared at her accusingly. Swiping her sword from the floor, she ran thoughtlessly from the mansion, not caring that she ran past Bonnie's wards, she just needed air.
With her supernatural speed, she was five miles from the plantation within a couple of minutes, when she finally dropped to her knees, breathing haltingly, each breath taken in was shallow and panicked. She'd had panic attacks before, when Emma had been injured, and she thought that she was going to lose her sister, but this was worse. She tried to relax her breath, concentrating on breathing in and out. Caroline was finally gaining control of her rapid breathing when she felt eyes on her. She'd been so preoccupied in her panic, that she'd forgotten everything she'd ever learned as a Valkyrie. Regin would have had a field day. Whirling around, her swords at the ready, she saw four fire demons approaching from each direction, she'd run headlong into their trap. What were they doing so close to the plantation? Mikael had found them.
Four against one, weren't exactly stellar odds, but she'd have worse. Her Aunt Myst's voice came to her, it's not as if you just castrated an entire Roman Legion, you just have to make them believe you have. In more modern terms, fake it, till you make it. She twirled her right sword once, making it clear to the demons that they hadn't stumbled upon some helpless girl in the swamp. "I'd run if I were you, spark plugs, I'm not exactly the immortal you want to tangle with right now."
The largest one directly in front of her, snickered at her, dismissing her arrogance, "It looks like the little Valkyrie has gotten lost from her coven."
She barely gave the demon time to finish his taunt, before she lunged forward and sliced his head off with a shriek. When would immortals learn not to call her little?
The remaining three converged on her at once hoping to overwhelm her, she threw her left hand out injuring the one to her direct left her sword now embedded in his chest, and spun around with her right sword in hand, cleanly removing one of the other's head. The one from directly behind her took his chance by tackling her to the floor, he threw her remaining sword away, using his strength to hold her to the ground. The swamp mud clawed at her, what managed to find its way inside her mouth, was choking her. The demon straddled her back keeping her face down in the mud, not exactly the most advantageous of fighting poses, but again not impossible. She threw her elbow back, nailing the demon in the ribs, but he merely groaned in pain and summoned fire into his hand. She stopped struggling when she felt the heat of fire that he'd conjured in his hand, lowering it closer to her face, "Not such an arrogant bitch now, are you?"
Fire was dangerous to immortals, and could bring them almost to the point of death. Emmaline's husband had been burned alive for centuries, and when he'd finally escaped, he'd been a tad out of it. All the Fire demon had to do was drop the magical fire to her skin, and she'd be totally at his mercy in her weakened state.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to shriek, the weight of the fire demon was lifted off her by a blur. She turned over quickly, reaching for her sword, hacking up the mud that had managed to make its way into her lungs, and was stunned silent by what she saw. A gigantic black wolf had thrown the demon off her and had bitten its head off. Despite having removed the demon's head, it appeared the wolf was not quite satisfied with the demon's death. Growling, he tore the demon's headless body apart, leaving nothing but scattered entrails and bone. Caroline was shocked by the absolute rage that the wolf attacked the headless body, there was no point in attacking the demon's body, he was already dead, why proceed to destroy the remains?
When the other demon, with her sword still impaling him, tried to crawl away from the carnage, the wolf's predatory eyes turned to him. The wolf paced before the demon, and seemed to be enjoying the fear in his eyes, as the blood of the first demon was still dripping from the wolf's fangs. Before he could make any kind of distance, the wolf was on him, hot blood sprayed on her as the wolf attacked. But instead of removing the head as he had before, he ripped both arms from his, the demon crying and begging to be spared fell on deaf ears. Only when the wolf had slashed open the demon's stomach and cut out his entrails, did he finally remove the demon's head.
She'd never seen anything like this, when Valkyrie's attacked it was about efficiency and killing, never about torturing their prey. She began to scoot back slowly, not wanting to be the next on the wolf's list, but her movement caught his attention. Swinging his massive head towards her, the blood dripping from his fangs, and what looked like entrails hanging from the side of his mouth, his eyes were shadowed by the lack of moonlight in the bayou. She was sure that he was about to lunge forward and make quick work of her, but his vicious demeanor changed at the sight of her, he seemed almost chagrined for her to have witnessed this, and with another snap of his jaw, the wolf disappeared into the woods.
She must have sat stunned in the swamp mud for several minutes, before she finally collected herself enough to stand up. Grimacing at the absolute brutality the wolf had committed, she retrieved her second sword from what was left of the fire demon, before turning back towards the plantation. There were Lykae abounds in the swamps of New Orleans, but something told her that the Lykae who had intervened was not one of her many friends in the Lykae clan. This wolf was massive, bigger than any transformed Lykae she'd ever seen, and most Lykae she knew hated that they lost control when they transformed driven by instinct alone, this wolf had seemed to revel in it. He hadn't just killed the fire demons, he'd eviscerated them.
Wiping the carnage off her swords she moved closer to the plantation, but something tugged at her senses, like the feeling of eyes watching her. Glancing around, she saw no one on the fringes of the trees, but moved more quickly towards the wards, before she could reach the backdoor, she smelled something foul. It burned her nostrils, and was terrifyingly familiar, gasoline. Like a blur, she grasped the handle of the door about to yank it open, but a distant click beat her to it, an explosion which rocked the planation. Caroline was thrown back from the door, the explosive originating from somewhere inside the house, and she shrieked as she felt the fire catch her arm and shoulder, burning through the skin. Rolling in the wet grass, put the fire out, but her arm was useless till it healed, the skin was already turning black.
Looking back at the plantation, the entire first floor was a blaze, how did this happen? She needed to help, Bonnie was still in there! Hardly thinking, acting only on instinct she moved to the plantation, calling Bonnie's name. She had to save Bonnie! The explosion had disoriented her, so her first couple of steps seemed to be heading in the opposite direction of where she wanted to go. Shaking her head, she screamed as flesh from her arm seemed to melt off, but tried to move past it. She'd been trained for this, fighting an enemy while injured, she needed to save Bonnie at all costs. This time when she moved towards the plantation, she felt someone's arms hold her from behind, preventing her from moving forward to save Bonnie.
She looked back, feeling the flash of relief wash over, at the sight of Klaus holding her. He was looking at her arm, his brows drawn down in rage, but she grabbed his shirt pulling his focus to her eyes. "Help me! Bonnie's in there! I need to save her!"
Klaus looked toward the burning plantation, noticing that only the hull of the house remained, anyone who hadn't made it out was surely dead by now, especially the mortal. He looked down at his mate and shook his head firmly, "She's dead. We need to leave."
Caroline did not take this news well. She shoved him with her uninjured hand, and tried to move towards the flames again. "She's not dead! She's inside, I need to save her! She's my best friend!"
Caroline was still dazed, but she seemed set on this singular goal, of saving a mortal, as if she were equal to his mate's life. Klaus's more enhanced hearing picked up the sound of vampires arriving, no doubt sent from Mikael to ensure they were dead. His mate was foolish and young to think she could save the mortal, moving forward with lightning speed, he snapped her neck, knowing that she would not leave her friend in peril willingly, and throwing her over his shoulder, disappeared into the night. The blazing plantation, lighting their escape.
Caroline slowly came awake to the hum of cicadas, and intrusive morning sun across her face. Throwing her arm over her head, she turned over hoping to catch some more sleep. When her left arm was pinched on the ground, she let out a scream of pain. Moving to her back, she pulled her left arm out from the covers of the silk sheet, her burned arm partially healed, but she remembered the night before. Sitting up quickly, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, and took in her surroundings. She was inside an elaborately decorated room, a four-poster canopy bed that she was pretty sure was older than some of her aunts was beneath her. Reaching her good arm out she felt the softness of the silk duvet, a sparkling silver that kind of reminded her of her Valkyrie eyes. She was on the third story, and two sets of balcony doors were swung open to the left of her letting in the morning sun. Caroline could hear the distant hum of shops being opened and neighbors calling out to each other. Her shirt had been cut from her, and some type of green salve covered her burned arm, which she guessed hurried up the healing process but smelled like the worst type of body odor, she was wearing a silk negligee which she definitely had not brought with her on the mission. Someone had purposefully put her in this, sometime when she was asleep. Her head ached as the memories of last night assailed her in a single moment. She remembered vaguely screaming for Bonnie, but then blackness, she must have passed out. The explosion had knocked her out, recalling the feel as flesh fell from her arm, but nothing past, was Klaus there or was that some figment of her imagination?
Disoriented, she threw her legs over the side of the huge bed and moved towards the connecting door, which she hoped was the bathroom. One handed she yanked off the negligee and fumbled with the shower, before stepping under the full spray. Breathing deeply, she slowly brought her arm under the spray, breathing deeply through the pain, the salve slowly melted off revealing mostly healed skin beneath it. She'd still have to wrap it, but at least regeneration of her arm was well on its way. Using the shampoo and conditioner that was already in the shower, she fumbled through washing her hair, removing the soot and shrapnel that seemed stuck to her. When she was finally clean she reached for the towel hanging on the nearby hook, patting herself dry quickly. Wrapped in her towel, she carefully moved out towards the antique armoire that she notice earlier. Hopefully there was something in there that would fit her.
When she opened the armoire, beautiful gowns hung perfectly in place, of all array of colors, her claws curling she reached for the closest one, but stopped short. These were someone else's clothes, and she would only take what she needed. Sighing wistfully, she opened the drawers, fumbling to put on sapphire colored matching lingerie set, a tank top leaving her healing arm free, and carefully pulled on a pair of jeans that fit her like a second skin. If she didn't know better she would've swore that the jeans had been made for her. Spying some white cloth on the bedside table, she moved forward, and began to slowly wrap her injured arm from palm to shoulder.
"Need some help, love?"
Glancing up, Caroline saw Klaus standing smugly in the doorway, looking fresh with a new Henley and jeans. Caroline's mind short circuited temporarily as she remembered just how amazing he was without that shirt, and the feel of his mouth against hers. Shivering, she turned back to her task, "No, I don't need any help."
Klaus tsked at her stubbornness and moved to sit behind her, pulling the cloth from her to finish wrapping her shoulder, and anchor the wrap in place. With the final tug of the cloth, Klaus couldn't resist, he leaned forward to place a kiss on her injured shoulder, his mate had been so injured, it was a relief to see her awake and healing. Caroline shivered at the gentleness of Klaus's touch, he was again throwing her for a loop, how to consolidate the image of the ruthless hybrid king and the gentle man, tenderly wrapping her wounds. Before she could think better of it, she turned to face him fully, bringing her uninjured hand up to his face, she cupped his cheek and murmured, "Thank you."
He'd closed his eyes at the feel of her hand, but opened them at her gratitude. He placed the softest kiss into her palm, and stood up. Knowing that if this proceeded any farther, he wouldn't be able to control himself. Dawning the attitude of the arrogant king, he turned away from her gesturing to the outside, "I managed to make it to the one property that Mikael had not taken over, mystically hidden and protected, we hide so close Mikael would never think to look for us."
"What do you mean so close?"
He smiled smugly, "Don't recognize the French Quarter, Caroline?"
She gasped, lunging for the balcony, looking out on one of her favorite sights, the French Quarter in the early morning, as locals began to prepare for the day, cheerfully enjoying every second of an amazing city. She laughed, so happy to be home. Turning to Klaus, a smile lighting her face, her smile shifted as she saw the look of hunger on Klaus's. His gaze was fixed on her face, and the first genuine smile that she'd bestowed on him.
Clearing her throat awkwardly trying to get rid of the sexual tension between them, she turned back towards the bed. "What happened at the plantation?"
The hunger in his eyes temporarily abated, he sighed deeply, "Mikael got to us, sending in humans to lay the gasoline and blow up the house." He paused, glancing down briefly, "I have no idea if the others survived."
"What? You didn't try to save any of them? Bonnie was in there! And your siblings!"
Klaus glanced up, but the determination in his eyes was tempered with something that looked like grief, "Do you think that was an easy thing to do for me? There was no way I was going to leave my injured mate as a target outside the mansion, while I went on some fruitless mission!"
His temper was sparking her own, "We have to find them! They have to be alive! Injured, but alive!"
Before Klaus could stop her, she collected her short swords from where they had been left leaning against the wall, and strode towards the open door leading into the hallway, throwing herself down the stairs to the front door. She didn't hesitate until she painfully bounced back against an invisible wall. Though the door to the outside was open, a magical barrier stopped her from leaving the room. Pressing hard, there was no give in the magik, apparently, she wasn't going anywhere. This must have been a trap for her and Klaus. Wait…
Flying back up the stairs, realizing Klaus had not followed her dash to the door, she found him relaxing on her bed exactly where she had left him. Except Klaus didn't appear at all concerned about the fact that they were stuck in this house, instead he appeared satisfied and diabolical, "What the hell is this, Mikaelsson?"
He still sat on the bed, at her question, his smirk was still in place, enjoying that she was trapped. "I believe I once told you that your comings and goings were mine to dictate, welcome to your new home." Standing and spreading his arms wide, he indicated the four walls of the bedroom.
Gritting her teeth against the fury rising inside her, she stomped till he was face to face with her. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Again, he dared to smirk down at her, "Its quite simple, until I have regained my throne, this compound will keep you, my mate, safe."
She stuttered in disbelief, "You intend to keep me prisoner?"
Snickering, he shook his head, reaching out to touch her face, "No my little queen. I intend to simply keep you."
Caroline vibrated with rage, turning to the hand he'd rested on her cheek, and sunk her teeth into his hand, causing him to hiss and pull it away. She quickly yanked her swords up, crossing them across his throat, pushing him back against the wall. Then she froze, she could remove his head with a pinch of her swords, but Niklaus had no fear on his face, instead he looked proud. He's insane, Caroline thought, even the oldest of immortals would be cautious with a Valkyrie sword at their neck. "Release me."
Klaus leaned into one of the swords drawing blood from his neck, gazing down at her, "No." he responded resolutely.
She nearly screamed in frustration, noticing that his neck was bleeding, she pulled back her swords slightly, she didn't actually want to hurt him, but that slight room she gave him was all he needed. Moving as a complete blur, he knocked both of her swords away, switching positions, so she was pinned against the wall, with his hard body caging her in. "Let me go, you sick freak!"
She started to struggle against him, but her movements caused her to be more pressed against him, so much so, she could feel his hardness barely contained by his jeans. Gasping at the feel of his cock, her movements took a completely different tone. He had growled at the feeling of her body, and her gasp opened her mouth enough, that he swooped down to take it, their teeth and tongues clashing at the uncontrollable need that seemed to ignite whenever they were together.
More beast than man at the moment, his claws cut her shirt from her body, making short work of her bra as well. He'd buy her thousand more to replace them. Pulling his mouth away from Caroline's despite her disappointed gasp at the loss, he hunched down to bring his mouth closer to the ruby nipples that were quaking as her breaths continued unevenly. Moving his hand, he closed his palm over her breasts, groaning at the sight. His other hand found her right nipple, thumbing it roughly, he pinched one nipple then the other, enjoying her molten silver eyes staring down at him, letting him play with her gorgeous breasts.
He replaced his hand with his mouth on her, stopping just short of the nipple, so she could feel his breath on the sensitive peak. Pinching the other nipple roughly, he glanced up at Caroline's luminous face that gaze down at him, she was panting, and he could already smell how wet she was. Smiling wickedly, his voice was velvet when he asked seductively, "You want my mouth on this sweet nipple, don't you?"
She hesitated, then nodded, her logical thought checked out as long as his hands were on her. He breathed cool air onto it, making her nipple ache, her breasts were swollen, and she knew that she was soaked bellow. "You have only to ask me to put my mouth here."
He leisurely licked the tip, but didn't take it into his mouth, making it tighten to the point of pain. "P-Please."
Shaking his head, he blew cold air again, her hips jerking in response. "Say, 'I need you to suck my tits, my King."
She gulped again, trying to find some semblance of control, but he used his free hand to tear her jeans from her body, making quick work of her thong as well. She was completely naked before him, and he was fully dressed. Something about the being at his mercy, was seductive to Caroline, becoming even wetter in a rush.
"I-I need y-you to suck my tits, my King."
Groaning he took her nipple into his mouth, clamping down the wet heat, he sucked her hard, lathering her breasts with his tongue, sucking on her without thought. Moving to the other nipple, he sucked again, cause her hips to buck towards him. Someone else had to be controlling her body. She was aching for release, wetter than she'd ever been, and all because of the Hybrid in front of her. There was the slightest sheen of sweat on her body, as her breathing came in pants, what was he doing to her? She'd kill him if he stopped.
With his mouth on one, he tweaked her other nipple, earning a gasp from her. She felt the briefest nibble of his teeth, not breaking the skin, though some part of her, some very, very dark part, loved the idea of him taking her blood while suckling her. Her nipples tight and stiff, he removed his mouth with a loud pop, he couldn't resist the intoxicating smell of her pussy any longer. He reached down between them, his hand covering her little mound, but not penetrating her, merely keeping her on edge. "Gods, you're drenched for your king."
She quivered at the feel of his hand over the heat of her, why wasn't he putting his fingers in? She was so close, so needy, she might beg him to claim her. He smelled her honey, bring his hand to his mouth, licking her wetness from it. Moaning at the taste, his electric eyes promising her the darkest kind of sex.
Needing to see her sweet pussy for himself, he wrapped his arms around her body, throwing her onto the bed. She bounced briefly, and she was again aware, that she was totally vulnerable to him. He still had not removed any clothes. She closed her legs reflexively, even trying to cover herself with her hands. Tsking, he pulled her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart, removing her hands. "You will never hide this pussy from me. Say it."
Quivering, she dazedly responded, "I will never hide my pussy from you."
Groaning at the sight of the pink flesh, he tsked again, "This pussy doesn't belong to you. This is my pussy. Say 'you own this pussy, my king.'"
Her hands had clenched the duvet cover, her claws tearing the silk to shreds. When she didn't immediately respond, he covered her pussy with his hand, grinding his palm against her clit, but not entering her. "Say it."
"You own this pussy, my king."
Patting her skin roughly, causing her to jump, he leaned down to bring her pink flesh within inches of his face, she smelled like lilacs and sunshine. She moaned, rocking her hips forward. Klaus wanted her wanton, "There's my greedy Valkyrie, do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?"
Her head pulled off the duvet she saw him waiting for her, "I need you to fuck me with your fingers, my king."
"As my queen commands."
He slowly, moved one finger into her tight, wet sheath. Holding it still inside her, his other hand holding her hips still, preventing her from grinding against his hand. He hissed at the feel of his mate's sheath, too tight to fuck, have to get her ready first. He pulled his long finger from her pussy, dragging it slow, removing it completely. She gasped, and tried to roll her hips to bring him back inside her, but he held her in place. He shoved his finger back in roughly, causing her tits to shake and her eyes to almost roll back into her head. He pulled out slowly again, before slamming back into her, the sound of her wetness audible. He groaned, pulling his own zipper down, his length jumping free. From her vantage, she saw his huge cock straining towards her, gods he was magnificent. Pounding his fingers quicker now, he wedged a second inside her. She nearly shot off the bed. "You like when I fuck you like this?"
His words were accompanied by another thrust of her fingers, "I love when you fuck me like this, my king."
Grunting, he moved his other hand to her swollen clit barely touching it, before she screamed with pleasure. "You want to come?"
Whimpering, "Please make me come, my king."
In tandem, one hand rubbing her clit, the other pounding her pussy, he brought her right to the edge, and pushed them both over. Moving one hand away, leaving his fingers wedged inside her, he barely grasped his lengths coming in two short jerks. His cum falling to the floor while she screamed as she came.
Exhausted, he collapsed next to her breathing deeply. Trying to catch his breath. So, this was what the Lore spoke of when they spoke of matehood, he glanced at Caroline's flushed, shaking body, and thought wickedly, and this is only the beginning.
While Klaus's thoughts mused about the pleasures of their future, Caroline was stuck on what had just occurred between them. She had just orgasmed harder than ever with Klaus, she'd practically begged him to make her come! Gods, what was happening to her? She needed to get away from this Hybrid before she lost more of her control. Taking a deep breath to settle her nerves, she bolted up moving quickly to the armoire finding a robe to cover her, pulling the silk robe closed in front, she blindly grabbed more clothes and locked herself in the bathroom. She carefully kept her back to Klaus lying on the bed.
Breathing deeply, she shoved her hand through her rumpled hair her silver eyes reflecting in the mirror. Her breaths were shaking unsteadily, her palms sweaty on the marble countertop, struggling to get herself under control. Finally relaxing slightly, enough that her eyes returned to their clear blue and she wasn't shaking, allowing the functions that had short circuited when Klaus had touched her to return. Glaring at herself in the mirror, her fury finally ignited. What. The. Hell. Was. That.
She'd begged him! She. Begged. Him. She'd never experience such a loss of control in her life! She'd had sex before, but never had she ever forgot the entire world like she just did. Usually, her insecurities about being naked in front of her partner, full of a household of women the likes of which myths were written of, Emma's mom was freaking Helen of Troy, she always knew she couldn't compare when looked at closely. The inadequacies blared in her head whenever she was about to be naked with someone, even dimming her own desire to a point. But her insecurities were the last thing on her mind when Klaus's hands were on her, the only thought running through her mind was: more.
Pulling herself together, grasping the robe she'd yanked on with her hands till her knuckles were white, exiting the bathroom with an indifference she felt far from feeling. Klaus reclined on the bed, completely put together and immensely pleased with himself as she was losing it. Did he have to be so freaking handsome on top of everything?
Shrugging her shoulder aloofly, she turned toward the closet pulling on more clothes, careful to not reveal and inch of her nakedness as she pulled on underwear, jeans and a short-sleeve shirt. Noticing the set of shoes in the corner, she slipped on a pair of hunter boots and headed out of the room, her exit of the room alerting Klaus that she didn't intend to crawl back into bed with him. "And where do you think you're going Caroline?"
Pretending surprise at the fact that he was still present in the room, she stated dismissively, "Out."
Klaus heard the cold tone, standing from the bed moving towards her, "I thought we already established that you can't leave."
His smugness grated against her, raising her hackles in response, "Just because you've managed to trap me in this house, doesn't mean I have to spend it holed up in here."
Before she could make it to the hallway, he moved quicker than she thought possible to grab her arm. She barely managed to cover the shiver of awareness as surprise, looking down at his hand in derision. "Let go of me, Mikaelsson."
Klaus's face was genuinely puzzled at her flat tone, where was the goddess who'd rocked his world just minutes earlier? His face tightened, clearly coming to his own conclusions about her cold attitude. Not that it was any of her concern, glaring pointedly at his hand on her arm, waiting for him to release her. Instead of loosening his grip he growled low in his throat yanking her against him, yelping in surprise she looked at his face, seeing not the content, satisfied hybrid of seconds earlier, in its place was the cruel king that inspired legends. Caroline refused to cry out as his grip on her arm became punishing, leaving bruises, instead letting the challenge rise in her eyes, hiding her fear of the powerful immortal. He harshly murmured at her ear, "Do not mistake my leniency for weakness little mate. Go where you chose in this house, but return to me tonight, any illusions you harbor about sleeping alone disappeared the second you became my mate. Do not think of defying me, you will not like the consequences."
His final word on the matter releasing her, before stomping out of the room.