She so loved to push her limits with him. She loved seeing just how far she could go before he started to protest.

Usually he let her have her way. Whether it was yet another weekend getaway with his siblings—who she had developed a bond with, much to his discomfort—or dragging him to yet another shoe store ("It's the LAST one, Nik, I promise). He grinned and bore it, because he'd made the decision years ago that the rest of his existence would be spent making sure Caroline got everything her heart desired.

He'd even indulged her with a trip back to Mystic Falls for her mother's 75th birthday. A trip that, originally was supposed to be a short weekend, had quickly turned into more than a weeklong, once she'd discovered that the doppelganger was in town with the elder Salvatore. He'd even kept his mouth shut when the Lockwood boy showed up, mooneyes directed at Caroline, wanting to catch up with his former high school friends.

But she'd overstepped her bounds this time with her blatant disregard to his warnings for her safety.

Klaus' eyes were sharp and wary as he stormed into the Grill, searching for that familiar head of blonde curls and lilting laughter. There weren't many places to frequent in the small one-pony town, and once his eyes fell on the small intimate group in a corner booth, he knew his instincts had been correct.

Swallowing the growl he felt in his throats, he stormed through the room and towards the back corner. The doppelganger was the first to spot him, her dark eyes widening slightly before she nudged the blonde at her side, motioning towards him with her drink. Caroline turned her head, catching his angry gaze, and her eyes rolled as she sighed, a motion that only seemed to make his temper spike.

She barely had time to slide out of her seat and rise to her feet before he grasped her upper arm in his hand, sending a glare to her in the direction of her so-called friends, and dragged her out the side exit and into the alleyway.

Caroline scoffed and jerked her arm out of his grasp as he turned her to face him. "Not your most subtle move, Nik."

He growled low in his throat, taking a step towards her. "Do you not understand the meaning of the phrase 'stay put,' Caroline?"

"Actually, I don't understand the concept of when you make a demand, I'm expected to just lie down and follow orders," she retorted, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared up at him defiantly. "I'm not one of your hybrids, Nik, you can't just boss me around."

"When it comes to your safety, sweetheart, you can guarantee I can," he hissed, stepping towards her. "There is a threat looming—"

"Yes, a threat from an enemy you made a billion years ago, that has absolutely nothing to do with me."

"Do you honestly believe they don't know about you, Caroline?" he demanded, taking a step towards her, and watching as she took one back. "They will use you against me, and you being out in the open with the bloody doppelganger of all people—"

"Yes, Klaus, I know. You hate Elena. That's been made very clear," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Klaus narrowed his eyes, their steps continuing until Caroline's back brushed the brick wall of the Grill. "The only reason the doppelganger remains alive is because you wish it, Caroline. I've never hidden that fact. But this isn't about her. This is about you, and the fact that you don't listen. Remember your place, Caroline."

He watched as her eyes widened at his words, a flashing in fury as her jaw clenched as she uncrossed her arms from over her chest. "My place," she said through gritted teeth, "is as your equal, in case you forgot that whole speech you poured out decades ago. My place is not following your every beck and call, and being your little lapdop, Klaus. I have every right to go and do as I please, and you don't have any say in it. So stop being such a fucking Alpha male jackass!"

She punctuated her last statement with a rough shove against his chest, and while it barely managed to push him back half a step, the fire in her eyes certainly managed to capture his attention. He'd been so blinded by his anger, he hadn't even managed to actually take her in. Her long, shapely legs were on display beneath the tight black miniskirt that hugged her thighs, and her generous cleavage peeked from beneath the v-cut of her halter top. Her chest was heaving with every angry breath she took, her skin taking on that delightful pinkish hue he always found so appealing.

Suddenly his mindset was consumed once again, and this time it was the furthest thing from annoyance.

He took a step towards her, and Caroline's eyes narrowed when she caught the familiar gleam in his eyes. "Don't," she warned, holding up a finger as she pressed herself further back, the rough cement digging into her shoulders.

"Don't what, love?" he asked, raising his arm and resting his hand against the brick by her head, lowering his head until he could peer into her eyes. "You just said: you do as you please. Nothing I say or do can stop you."

He leaned down, brushing his nose against the skin of her cheek, hearing her sigh even as his fingers tickled the exposed skin between her top and skirt.

"Dammit, Nik….I'm mad at you," she breathed out, her voice just above a whisper.

"Then be mad, love," he said gruffly, kissing the corner of her mouth before pulling back and looking at her. "It's boded well for us in the past."

Caroline at him, shaking head slightly. She was furious; livid. With him and his stupid possessiveness. But things had been so hectic since they'd arrived in Mystic Falls. First with her mother, then Elena, and then the rumors of an old adversary making his way across Virginia. With everything, they'd barely seen each other. Barely spoken. Barely touched. And she could feel that familiar tightening in her stomach when she took in his hooded eyes and the way his grey Henley clung to chest. She could feel the black veins under her eyes growing in desire, and with a growl she grabbed his neck and pulled him down, crushing her lips to his.

He moaned against her, their lives moving in frantic tandem as his arms wrapped around her waist, his fingers against her hips in a bruising grip. He pressed her back into the wall as he covered her body with his, his hands trailing across her hips and down her thighs until they snuck under the skintight fabric. His fingers brushed against the edge of her panties, and with a quick yank he tore the fabric off her body and tossed it to the side, swallowing her gasp with a smile.

She tore her lips from his, looking up at him with a half-hearted glare before he cupped her face in his hand and reunited their lips, his tongue delving into her mouth to move against her own. He nudged her legs further apart with his knee, tightening his grip around her waist as his fingers slid across her wet folds, his thumb teasing her sensitive nub. Her arms draped over his shoulders, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she whimpered against him.

Pressing her further into the wall, he dove two fingers into her tight sheath, swallowing her moan as he curled his fingers and thrust in and out at a fast pace. Her legs trembled and gave way, her hands holding onto his shoulders to keep her upright. She tore her lips away from his and buried her face in his neck, her breath crashing sporadically against his skin as her hips bucked against his hand. He felt her walls clenching and quivering around his fingers, and he quickened his pace, thrusting into her roughly even as he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. And then she was gasping and clinging to him, her orgasm coating his fingers as she shuddered against him.

He pulled his fingers away, a smug smirk on his face, but before he could make single remark, her lips were attacking his. Her hand traveled to the belt at his waist and quickly snapped it off, whipping the fractured leather through his beltloops and tossing it away, the buckle hitting the pavement with a clank. Her hands worked at pushing his jeans down and over his hips even as his own bunched her skirt up around her waist, and then he was lifting her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she was pressed against the wall.

Their eyes met for a brief, heated moment, and then he moved, thrusting into her sharply, eliciting a fractured gasp from her lips. He groaned, his fingers digging into the skin of her hips as he held her tight, the warmth of her surrounding him. He shifted, nearly pulling out of her before thrusting in again, her walls enveloping him until he was nearly buried to the hilt. He shifted, tightening her legs around him, and started a slow, measured rhythm. He lifted his head to look at her in her prime, her face tilted back, blonde curls falling around her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth set in a firm line as she concentrated on chasing her own high, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she whimpered quietly.

"Fuck, Nik," she gasped, her stiletto heels digging into his lower back. "I'm not made of glass. Harder."

Klaus smirked at her, leaning forward to press a kiss against her lips, and then he quickened his thrusts, his hips pounding into hers, her cry of approval echoing in his ears.

Caroline could feel the roughened brick digging into her back, scraping her skin with every thrust he sent into her body. The pain blended with the pleasure when Klaus pressed his hand flat against her lower stomach, his thumb circling around her clit in time with his thrusts, and suddenly she didn't care that they were just outside the door to the Grill. She didn't care that anyone could walk in on them at any second. She didn't give a fuck about anything other than the feel of his cock sliding against her walls and his thumb rubbing a delicious pattern against her throbbing clit.

She could feel her fangs elongating as lust clouded her senses, and she snapped her eyes open, bracing her hands against his shoulders. He frowned up at her, not ceasing in his thrusts, and then he grunted when he felt her push him with a force enough to knock him back. Her warmth left him, and then he was flying across the alley, falling back onto one of the ratty old crates that were stacked haphazardly against the opposite wall. He straightened, beginning to call out to her in question, and then she was on him in a blur, sinking onto him, her legs straddling his hips as her welcoming heat enveloped him again.

"Fuck, Caroline," he growled out, his hands flying to her waist to aid her in her movements. He heard her laugh above him, her hands tangling in his hair as she bounced along his length, blonde curls flying as she tilted her head back, closing her eyes against the delicious tremors that were coursing through her body.

His hips bucked up into hers, the sound of the flesh smacking together seeming to reverberate against the alley walls, their moans and gasps creating a tempo that was all too arousing. His eyes were on her—his blonde siren—captivated by the way her lips curved into a smile, face flushed, her breasts arching against the restraint of her top as she moved her hands to his thighs, balancing herself as she quickened her pace.

So concentrated on her own pleasure, she didn't catch the quiet gasp that emanated from the end of the alley, but Klaus' head turned on instinct, and he couldn't help but laugh softly when he caught sight of the mortified face of the doppelganger, one raising to cover her mouth as the other pulled desperately at the jacket of none other than Tyler Lockwood himself.

The mutt was watching the scene before him with wide eyes and open jaw, a mixture of disbelief and anguish on his face.

Klaus couldn't help the smug grin spreading across his face as he wrapped his arms just a little tighter around Caroline, his eyes meeting the younger hybrid's as he continued his thrusts, every buck of his hips seeming to scream to the other man that she was his.

Years of waiting—hoping—believing that Caroline would once again be his even after she'd chosen Klaus seemed to drain from Tyler's face, and his jaw snapped shut as his hands clenched into fists at his side. He could see the smug satisfaction that was written on his sire's face, and he watched as his face shifted to its vampiric form, his hand reaching up to pull Caroline's neck to the side, and he sunk his fangs into her skin. Her moan of ecstasy made him flinch, and he turned away, pulling Elena with him as they both raced through the door, the music from the Grill drowning out the sounds of the fevered lovemaking that was going on behind them.

Klaus chuckled against Caroline's neck, feeling her walls tighten around him as her orgasm exploded, and then the telltale prick of her own fangs piercing the skin of his neck. He groaned, holding her close as her tight heat milked him for everything he was worth.

Yes, anger certainly boded well for them.