A/N: Hey all :)

So this is my 200th drabble, which is why I'm not caught up on 25 days of Klaroline. It is also the incentive I did for Klaroline Gives Back (the fandom's charity project). I hope you guys enjoy it :)

This is set right before Klaus breaks the curse, but includes Original!Caroline. There's some mate trope, and it is most definitely NSFW.

"I don't like this plan, Niklaus."

She was snuggled into his side, the door closed to ensure that he wouldn't show any weakness from the position they were in, something that she felt she'd roll her eyes about for eternity. God forbid the guards stationed outside the door caught a couple that had been married for over a thousand years cuddling.

"So you've said at least a hundred times," he said boredly. "It's necessary."

"You could do it another way."

"But it wouldn't be as fun."

"Well, I hope you'll survive the two-week-long dry spell until the next full moon."

"But the woman he's seeing is such a pretty little thing."

"Say another word and I'll rip out your eyeballs."

"They'd grow back."

She snorted. "Yeah. Painfully."

"You know that I'll have to keep up the charade, love. They can't suspect a thing," he said with a smirk before grunting in pain as she shoved her hand into his abdomen through his shirt, curling it around his liver. "Now, sweetheart, let's not get violent. I was only teasing," he wheezed, reaching down to wrap his fingers around her wrist.

"I know," she said, pulling her hand away, ignoring the roll of his eyes as she ripped a strip of his shirt away and began to clean her fingers with it. "Not funny."

He moved away from her slightly to pull his ruined shirt off completely before grabbing her hip and pulling her so that she was straddling him. "I will miss you, Caroline."

"I know. I'll make sure you do," she said, bending to kiss him softly, running her hands against his bare chest and tugging his lower lip between her teeth as she pulled away, drawing blood.

He smirked, his hands sneaking under the skirt of her dress to rest against her thighs. She moaned softly as he squeezed her ass roughly, and his nails scraped against her skin, and she shifted against him, feeling him grow hard beneath her.

"But I'm going to bed," she said as she pulled away, a wicked smirk on her face.

His expression was long-suffering as he let go of her, and she walked to the mirror to remove her necklace and earrings, watching Klaus's eyes drink her in hungrily from the reflection.

"Teasing me is a bit rude of you, especially since I'll be in a different body in less than twelve hours."

"Well, look at the bright side. Humans have a much lower sex drive. You won't suffer as much. Unzip me?"

Klaus stood up and walked to her, tugging the zipper down and watching as the bodice of the dress fell before she stepped out of it, tossing it in the hamper in the corner. He bent to kiss her shoulder and she allowed him to for a few moments before pulling away, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor before pushing her boy shorts down and kicking them away. "Come to bed with me."

"Now, love, I don't take orders from anyone. You know that."

She turned to look at him, her eyes narrowed. "Oh, really?"

"I am, however, happy to join you of my own free will."

She scoffed and walked to the bed, settling under the covers and waiting for him to turn the light off, undress, and join her. When she felt the mattress sink slightly as he climbed in, she snuggled against him, relishing the feel of his arms wrapping around her to pull her against his chest.

"I'll miss this," she said, her voice muffled against his chest.

"Don't be dramatic."

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed with you. I know you're going to be in just the next room, but it'll get cold."

She felt him smile against her hair as he tightened her body against him possessively, tangling his fingers loosely in her hair, playing with her curls.

"That feels nice," she said softly, nuzzling against his shoulder.

He hummed in agreement, shifting against her, and she tangled her legs with his, settling into the position that they usually favored.

She could hear the slow beating of his undead heart, his breathing even, and she had almost fallen asleep when he spoke.

"Are you afraid?"

"Of?"

"What will happen when I break the curse."

"Well, Elijah's here and he's out for blood. It's his last chance to kill you."

Klaus snorted derisively. "I'd like to see him try."

"Don't tempt the gods to change your fate, Niklaus," she said for what she felt must have been the millionth time.

"It's not what I meant, in any case."

She was silent for a moment, unsure of why he was bringing up the proverbial elephant in the room now when he hadn't for hundreds of years. "What would I be scared of?"

"You're a possessive little thing when you have any reason to be."

"I don't have a reason," she said stiffly. "And anyway, it's not like you aren't possessive."

"Are you not afraid that I'll have a mate? Start chasing after a pretty girl hundreds of years younger than you?"

"You have a mate already. We've been together for a thousand years, and nothing's torn us apart yet. I don't see how this would be any different."

If she was honest with herself, she occasionally worried about it too. However, she had a theory that he wouldn't have chased after her so determinedly when they were young if she wasn't his mate. It hadn't made sense back then for him to be so interested in one woman alone, but once the knowledge of his wolf side emerged, it made a lot more sense.

However, that didn't mean that he didn't worry about it, and she understood.

"Confident."

"Honest," she corrected, her voice sharp. "And, as I said, don't tempt fate. You were convinced that we were meant to be when I'd just reached marrying age, and it was true, no matter how much I disagreed with it back then."

"Very well."

"I thought you didn't take orders?" she said teasingly.

"I choose to think of each one you give as unsolicited advice," he said dryly, and she smiled against his chest.

"Don't be afraid, Niklaus. I'll be here, and if you have a mate that isn't me, I'll kill her. Unless you'd like the honor, of course. Do you understand?"

"I'm not afraid."

She decided that it was not a battle worth fighting and let her eyes close. "Tomorrow we'll do the spell, I'll let you suffer for however long it takes for you to get this stupid thing over with so that you can get back in your own body, and while you're amusing yourself with pretending to be an evil overlord, I'll incapacitate Elijah if I can. We'll break the curse, wake up Bekah and your idiot brother, and be on our way."

"Which idiot brother?"

"The little one."

He chuckled. "I think Kol would be opposed to you referring to him as such."

"He's been opposed to it for a thousand years. He seems to forget that it was I who took care of him when your mother was off doing whatever she did all day. All I will ever see him as is the tiny little boy with stew spilled on his tunic. Either way, he'll be happy to be up without Elijah to spoil his fun, and I think that will help us earn back his trust."

"Always the planner."

"Well, someone has to be. Now, I'm tired, so unless you have anything else to say I'd like to sleep."

He kissed the top of her head. "Goodnight, Caroline."

XXX

Caroline woke to soft lips on her neck. She stirred slowly, her eyes opening blearily as Klaus's stubble scratched pleasurably against her skin. "Good morning," she said, shifting towards her husband before gasping softly as his lips attached to her nipple, his teeth tugging softly.

"Good morning," he said after releasing it, mumbling the words against the sensitive skin of her waist as he moved down.

She shivered, and was seriously tempted to allow him to continue his ministrations, but she'd promised him an Alaric-long dry spell, and she would deliver. She checked the clock quickly as his lips brushed over her knee. "Niklaus, we only have an hour or so before we have to collect the teacher. You need to get up and get ready so that your little sycophant witch can lock you in a coffin."

"Jealous, love?"

"Of Greta?" she asked, scoffing. "Please."

He continued to press open-mouthed kisses to the inside of her thigh, and she shifted.

"Niklaus…" she said warningly, sorely tempted to knee him in the nose.

It would heal.

He seemed to sense her train of thought because she felt him moving back to the pillows, and in less than a second she was splayed on top of him, her face tucked into his neck. She settled comfortably against him, moaning softly as his half-hard cock brushed against the apex of her thighs.

She let her fangs descend and scraped a small cut on the skin of his neck, her tongue running along the wound. "You have no idea how much I'll miss your body while you're gone, how I'll pleasure myself with my fingers at night wishing it was your cock. The things I want to do to you, Niklaus...His pathetic human body would not be able to stand it."

"Planning to tease me, I take it?"

"Don't I always, Niklaus?" she asked, pulling up to give him a wicked smile. "I plan to make you want to body jump back as quickly as possible."

"It hasn't even happened yet and I'm already regretting it," he mumbled grumpily, cupping her ass in his palms, groaning as she licked and sucked at his neck before wriggling away, rolling over in bed.

"You still have time to change your mind."

"And look indecisive in front of my...employees? Not a chance."

"You should shower, then," she said coldly, turning on her side to face away from him as he climbed out of bed. "I'll go after you."

"You won't come with me?"

"No," she mumbled, burying her face in the pillow.

She heard Klaus grumble something about her being a stubborn little tease before he walked into the bathroom and the shower started.

She smirked. If he thought she was teasing now, he was in for a rough two weeks.

It wasn't that he'd never body-jumped before. This had happened more than a few times over the years, but he always seemed to forget how miserable she'd make his life while he was...indisposed.

Or perhaps he enjoyed her reminders.

A thousand year long relationship had given her intimate knowledge of his sweet spots, and she used it to her full advantage here. She knew the subtle ways to make him hard for her, the way he liked her hair to expose her neck, the way his eyes would lock on the subtle sway of her hips as she moved…

She turned to bury her face in her pillow, kicking the sheets to tangle around her legs as she drifted off again.

Caroline was soon jerked awake by the bathroom door opening, and she heard Klaus pause in the doorway before his towel dropped to the floor with a soft thwump and his footsteps padded against the plush carpet as he walked to the closet to dress.

She felt the heat of his body as he bent to kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent as his hand stroked down her spine. She made a sound of contentment and shifted slightly.

"See you soon, love."

She hummed. "You mean I'll see Alaric soon," she said.

"Now, love, let's not be grumpy."

She turned on her back to face him, her naked body exposed as she looked up at him. "I'm not grumpy. I just know that I'll miss you."

"Something tells me that I will be the one suffering," Klaus grumbled, and she smiled, reaching to run her fingertip down his jaw.

"And whose fault is that?" she asked unsympathetically, before smirking. "How about I make you a deal? Hopefully that'll make you come back a bit faster?"

He perked up. "What kind of deal?"

"Once you get back to your own body, we'll each come up with something we've never tried before. Whoever has the idea that turns out to be the most fun, wins."

"And what do I get when I win?"

She laughed. "I'm sure we'll think of something to do when I win."

"I'll be sure to get back to my body as soon as possible, all right?"

"Yep," she said, dodging his attempt to reach out for her again.

They both know he could have easily grabbed her, but he just rolled his eyes.

"Goodbye, Caroline," he growled, and she smirked, watching him leave in a huff, enjoying the way his jeans clung to him.

XXX

Klaus got the prickling feeling up his spine that told him he was being watched and looked up from his file (he was reading up on everything they'd been able to discover about the doppelgänger and her friends) to see Caroline leaning against the doorway in one of his shirts. Her long legs were bare, and when she walked to the bookshelf, turning away from him and bending down to pick something in a way he knew was in no way accidental. His shirt hiked up around her hips as she moved, the lace thong framing her tight arse, which was peeking out from beneath the fabric.

It had been a thousand years and he was still mesmerized by her. He couldn't tear his eyes away.

She turned to him, a flicker of annoyance passing across her face. "Don't give me that look. It's creepy when you're not you."

"You're my wife."

"You're an ass," she said, giving him a pointed eyeroll, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Careful, love. Wouldn't want to upset me," he said through gritted teeth, knowing that she was teasing him on purpose, and she knew exactly what was happening.

What it was doing to him.

"So what if I do? You're in a human's body, Niklaus."

"I will be back in my own body soon enough, Caroline. In two weeks, I will be the most powerful being on the planet. Perhaps you should consider the consequences of your teasing."

"Well, maybe you should consider the consequences of threatening me," she said with a twitch of her lips, completely unconcerned. "As we have learned over the centuries, I can hold out much longer than you."

He stood and advanced on her, invading her personal space and backing her up against the bookshelf. She tipped her chin up, looking him in the eyes, and he saw the hint of a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

One of the first things he'd learned about Caroline once they'd married over a thousand years ago was that she liked it rough. She liked watching him lose control. He was self-aware enough to know that she provoked him with the intention of watching him do just that.

"You'll want me," he said quietly, his nose brushing hers. "You like it when I'm rough with you, love, and I know that you'll be itching to test my new limits. You've always been a fan of experimenting." His hands gripped the shelves on either side of her head as he pressed himself against her, and both of them knew she could simply throw him off of her and leave, but she didn't. "Will you track me down the morning after the ritual, love? Find me in the forest and beg me to take you from behind against a tree?"

She held his gaze, allowing him to feel her soft curves against the human vessel's muscled chest. "We'll revisit it when you're back in your own body, I guess."

His cock twitched against her hip, and she shifted slightly to create friction against him, and he groaned as he hardened against her. He knew what was going to happen even before she pushed him away roughly, though not enough to hurt him, and smirked.

"Sorry to bother you, Niklaus. I'll just take my book and go back to my room. Sound good?"

He scowled as she left, her hips swinging seductively. His cock was almost painfully hard as he watched the hem of his shirt lift as she walked, flashing glimpses of her perfect arse.

He groaned.

XXX

"Hey, Ric."

Klaus's face stayed perfectly blank as he turned to face the elder Salvatore, trying to figure out when the first possible moment would be when he could kill him without attracting unnecessary attention. He hadn't anticipated Damon Salvatore being a problem, and if Klaus had known the intimate details of the life of his vessel before he'd picked Alaric, he might have reconsidered.

"Damon," he responded, nodding.

"You've been screening my calls."

"Sorry. Been busy," Klaus said vaguely, and Damon raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against a pillar in front of the bar.

"Well, sucks for you. You could have told me. I thought we were friends."

The exaggerated pout on Damon's face was incredibly irritating, and Klaus was not feeling indulgent. Unfortunately he had to be, at least until the ritual.

Well, mostly, anyway.

"There are just lots of tests to grade, and I think Jenna's starting to suspect that...you know...Look, man, next Sunday, maybe?"

Damon seemed to buy Klaus's Alaric impression, simply nodding with a shrug of his shoulders "Fair enough. Good luck with Jenna."

Klaus fought a disgusted eyeroll at the wiggle of Damon's eyebrows before excusing himself to go back to the house he was sharing with Caroline, trying to figure out how to explain the problem and somehow garner sympathy rather than amusement or, perhaps worse, interest.

After he and Caroline transitioned, their heightened sex drive, combined with her seemingly endless goal of one-upping herself on everything, meant that they had tried almost everything imaginable at least once.

His wife occasionally enjoyed sharing. Being the attentive and loving husband he was, he indulged her. However, when Caroline hadn't asked, or begged rather, he had no interest in having relations with a man, and Damon Salvatore's constant advances were most certainly unwanted. However, from what he'd gathered, his vessel had been most receptive to the other man's interest.

This was a conundrum that he was not sure how to solve.

"Caroline?"

His wife stood from the chaise she'd been reclining on, setting her book on the side table and walking to him. "Yeah?"

"We have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

He swallowed when he realized that she was in only a thin silk robe that clung to her every curve, her pebbled nipples showing through the fabric. She reached to straighten his collar, causing the fabric of the robe to slouch across her breast, showing him a flash of the deliciously creamy skin of her cleavage.

Her knuckle brushed across the skin of his neck as she moved back, making him shiver, and she pulled her lower lip between her teeth, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "Niklaus? What kind of problem?"

"Damon bloody Salvatore."

"Oh. Him. He's not very polite, is he? He pinched my ass when I walked by him at the bar the other day."

"He what?"

She gave him a deceptively innocent-looking stare. "Oh, did I not tell you about that?"

"No, you most certainly didn't," he growled.

"Well, now you know."

"I'll kill him."

"I'm counting on it," she said, dodging his reach for her hip. "Nope. No sex until Sunday when you're back to yourself."

"Duly noted," he muttered, a bit petulantly even to his own ears, and he sat down on the couch, simply watching her move as she sunk down beside him, setting her feet in his lap.

"It's only four more days," she said consolingly.

"It'll feel like eternity with you in front of me while I'm unable to touch."

"See, you're trying to be romantic, but it just doesn't have the same effect when you're not in your own body. Imagine that."

"Caroline…"

She just gave him an infuriating grin and turned back to her book, not bothering to adjust her robe, which had bunched around her hips, exposing a great deal of creamy thigh.

Sunday couldn't come fast enough.

XXX

"Elijah."

"Caroline," Elijah greeted without turning away from the fireplace. "I would assume that your presence indicates that Niklaus is not far behind?"

"Well, I would guess that depends on your answer," she said quietly. "Do you intend to kill my husband, Elijah?"

"Your husband no longer exists. Niklaus is not who he once was."

"It's been a thousand years. I would hope that such a long time would allow for some personal growth. None of us are who we once were."

"Niklaus used to care a great deal for family."

"And he still does."

"And yet, my siblings are in coffins at the bottom of the ocean while my brother selfishly seeks to break his curse with the only member of the family not of his blood."

"You're a fool," Caroline said quietly, her voice eerily calm.

"How so?"

"Niklaus cares for family enough that he and I each know the location of only two of the coffins to prevent our enemies from gaining access to them. I can tell you, Elijah, that Kol is safe in a storage facility that is most definitely on land. In addition, although I do not know exactly where Rebekah and Finn are being held, it is not at the bottom of the ocean."

"And the fourth coffin?" Elijah asked quietly, and Caroline could hear the resignation in his voice as he turned, only to have the dagger go through his heart.

"Niklaus is no threat to you, Elijah. Regardless, I will keep your location a secret, just as I do Kol's," she said, watching as Elijah crumpled to the floor, his complexion greying.

XXX

Caroline hummed to herself as she scrubbed the desk in the study with a wet cloth, trying to remove a particularly stubborn stain of god-knows-what from the wood. She'd been reasonably successful at concealing her stress from Klaus, especially since he lacked the vampire senses to detect the Lysol or to hear her tossing and turning at night, but she had been quietly sterilizing their entire mansion throughout the last two weeks, unable to sit still for longer than a few moments.

They'd been waiting to find the doppelganger for a very long time, and after Katerina had the unfortunate accident, this was the first time they'd managed to track one down. Needless, to say, it made her nervous that something would go wrong.

"Stressed, sweetheart?"

Caroline looked up to see Klaus in his own body leaning against the doorway. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, a small smirk on his face, and she dropped her cleaning supplies to launch herself at him, kissing him hard, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

"Yeah, just a little," she said, pulling away. "I just want to make sure everything goes well."

"It will, sweetheart. Would you like some help relaxing?"

She laughed, but nodded, letting out a soft shriek of surprise as he picked her up, speeding them to their bedroom and throwing her down on the bed, making her giggle as he climbed on top of her. "I missed you," she said between kisses, and he grinned as he nipped her ear.

"I missed you too, love. Although that's your own fault."

She huffed, pushing him back slightly to glare at him. "It wasn't my fault. You shouldn't have decided to body jump. We could have been having amazing sex for the last two weeks. But no, someone had to jump into the body of the local high-school history teacher."

"Don't be impertinent."

She scoffed. "What are you going to do about it?"

She knew that they both knew exactly what he was going to do about it.

Her wrists were pinned above her head in less than a second, every line of his body pressed against hers, and she moaned as he bit her neck harshly before pulling back. "Keep them there, Caroline."

The tone of his voice made her core clench with want, and her lips parted slightly as she pulled back to peel off his shirt, throwing it to the side. She watched him undress, knowing her eyes were dark as she licked her lips, her wrists still held obediently next to the headboard, and he moved on top of her, undressing her slowly, his lips placing hot, open-mouthed kisses on every piece of skin he revealed as he tugged her clothes away.

She arched her back as he took a nipple in his mouth, spreading her legs to wrap around his waist, groaning as his hard cock brushed against her folds. "Niklaus…"

He pulled away, ignoring her gasp of annoyance, and got off the bed to get a toy from the closet, bringing it back and pressing it into her hand.

"I want to see you fuck yourself with it," he said quietly, and she nodded, wrapping her fingers around the handle.

She settled back against the pillows, hitting the start button and setting it to the lowest setting so that the vibrator attached to it moved in slow thrusts. It had intimidated her just a bit when she'd first seen it, mostly because of its striking resemblance to a power tool, but the handle was just an easy way to direct the angle of the vibrator. She spread her legs, hooking them around the mattress and let the tip of the toy tease her entrance, her eyes fluttering shut as she moaned softly.

"Look at me," Klaus ordered, his voice rough, and she opened her eyes to see him on the chair near their bed, his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly.

Her breath caught at his dark eyes, his heated gaze full of want for her, and she moaned as she raised her hips a bit and pushed the toy inside of her, flipping the switch to make it go faster.

"I love watching you like this, sweetheart. You look so pretty with your skin flushed, your legs spread as you fuck yourself with a toy."

She moaned as she sped the toy up, and it moved faster, fucking her hard as she directed its movements to hit her g-spot with every thrust. Klaus watched her every move, and his hand was moving faster. He groaned as he brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock before he continued to stroke himself, watching her with the toy.

She always felt so sexy when he watched her with that much need in his eyes. She gasped out his name as her eyes shut again, her back arching.

"Look at me, Caroline," he growled, and she turned her head to face him again, moaning loudly as she changed the angle slightly, the lust in his eyes making the ache in her lower belly intensify, her walls clenching around the toy.

"Is this how you've been managing for the past two weeks? Using the pathetic toy while you wished it was my cock?"

"Yes," she gasped out.

"Do you wish that was my cock inside of you now? I'm just in front of you, so close, and I'm sure you've missed the way I fucked you."

"Yes," she panted out, keeping her eyes on him. "I love it when you watch me, but I want you inside of me so much more."

"I'll take you once you come around the toy," he said, and Caroline nodded, moaning as she sped up the toy again, raising her hips to meet its almost painfully fast thrusts as it pounded into her, the pleasure of the roughness making her moan almost embarrassingly loud. She gasped out his name as she felt the ache building inside of her, the need for him making her mind go blank as she tipped over the edge, clenching around the toy as she came.

She felt the toy being ripped out of her hands, the clatter as it fell to the floor echoing around the room as Klaus filled her, both of them groaning. "You feel so good, Caroline, so tight and wet…"

"Harder, please," she gasped, and he obliged, the slap of his skin meeting hers filling the room as she wrapped her legs around him, her nails clawing at his back, and he groaned as he pressed his mouth to hers, biting down hard on her lower lip and drawing blood before sucking it away.

She whimpered against his mouth, clenching around him as he fucked her, and she could hear the bed knocking against the wall with the force of his thrusts, his palms cupping her ass to pull her against him, matching the intensity of his thrusts.

He pulled away from her mouth, his fangs descending, and she nodded as she tipped her head to the side as an invitation.

"I'm so close," she gasped before clenching around him hard as he bit into her neck, drinking from her, and she felt the tension in her snap.

Caroline came hard, writhing underneath him, screaming his name, and she felt her fangs descend at the pleasure of it before she bit into him as well, taking gulps of his blood.

He came inside of her soon after, slumping against her as he nuzzled her neck, licking the specks of her blood he'd left behind from her skin.

XXX

Klaus smiled to himself when he arrived at the ritual site in the late afternoon and saw Caroline following Greta around with her clipboard, double checking all of the young witch's preparations. He was fairly sure his wife was just trying to annoy the girl (she'd never been fond of Greta or the hero-worship visible in her eyes when she looked at him), but he knew that Caroline was also a worrier, and he did not doubt that she was trying to reassure herself that nothing would go wrong.

She'd apparently become so deeply absorbed in the preparations that she only noticed he was there when he cleared his throat. "Niklaus," she greeted, not moving to touch him, but giving him a warm smile.

Touching between partners in front of others had only recently become admissible, and though Caroline was free with her affection in private, she still frequently reminded him to "comport himself with the behavior acceptable for a gentleman" in public. Though she scoffed at the very idea of functioning without her iPhone ("Look, Niklaus, Thalia has facebook! You remember her, right? From when we lived in the villa in Moscow? I haven't talked to her in centuries.") or going back to a time when Bath & Body Works didn't exist ("I know you don't like it when I don't smell like me, but this has the word 'flower' on it, which means 'nature', which means that it's natural, which means you should like it so I'm going to wear it, okay? Okay."), but when it came to manners she was very, very firm in her belief that they should be adhered to.

In any case, he watched her shiver from the heated look he pinned her with, the one that promised everything he'd wanted to do for the past two weeks, and was content to watch as she ordered Greta and Maddox around until she felt the ritual site was perfect.

He was fairly certain she would be posting the pictures on The Instagram later, but who was he to discourage the recording of such a momentous occasion?

A few hours later, Damon Salvatore and Tyler Lockwood were dead in their places, Elena Gilbert was crumpling to the floor in a heap, Greta was dead, and Caroline was watching in fascination as he transformed into a wolf.

He kept his mind when he transformed, he realized as his paws hit dirt, and he padded over to Caroline, who was watching him with interest and a healthy dose of fear, and looked expectantly up at her.

She hesitantly reached to touch his fur, and he closed his eyes as she stroked him, reveling in her touch. However, both of them looked around when they heard the crunching of leaves to see Stefan Salvatore and the Bennett witch running towards them, and Caroline raised a hand to stop them.

"You shouldn't be here."

Stefan sped to Caroline with the clear intention of snapping her neck as Bonnie held her with an aneurysm, and Klaus sprung into action instinctively, the need to protect his mate overwhelming him.

He ripped Stefan apart and gave the teenage witch a warning look as he gnawed on a rib like a chew toy. He then turned to Caroline once the girl had run, dropping the bone at her feet.

Klaus felt his fur stand on end as he shook, attempting to get comfortable in his new (but somehow intimately familiar) form, and took off through the trees, content to explore the limitations of his wolf's body.

Once he returned to his vampiric form, he decided, he'd most definitely be exploring the limitations of his new strength present in that body as well…

XXX

Caroline returned to the forest with a set of Klaus's clothes in a plastic bag (getting them dirty wouldn't help anyone) early the next morning, walking to the clearing where the ritual site still was, noting that someone (probably Stefan) had taken the bodies. "Niklaus?" she called, and a few seconds later, he came darting out of the trees, still in wolf form.

She watched him change back, wincing at the clear pain he was in, and walked to him, offering the clothes, knowing he wouldn't take them. Sure enough he took the bag and threw it to the side, grabbing her by the wrists and speeding them to slam against a tree, his nose buried in her neck to inhale her scent.

"My mate."

"Told you," she gasped out, and she felt his teeth move against her skin in response, the pleasurable pain of it making her squirm against him. "Niklaus…"

His body was pressed against her completely, his hands moving to push her skirt up around her waist as he pushed a thigh in between her legs, encouraging her to rub against it. His skin was hot against hers, and she rolled her hips against his thigh for friction, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "Take me home," she gasped as he bit and licked at her neck.

"No," he said roughly, and she found herself spinning around, her hands pinned to the tree in front of her, the bark rough against her palms as Klaus ground into her from behind, his cock hard against her ass. "I'm going to pull your knickers around your knees and take you from behind against this tree. I want you to scream for me, Caroline."

She moaned as he tugged her thong away, his finger circling her entrance. "You're so wet for me, love."

She just moaned in response, rolling her hips against his fingers until his cock replaced them. She moaned as he pushed inside of her, filling her, and he set a brutal pace, making her gasp as the rough bark rubbed against her through her clothing, the pleasurable pain of it making her clench around him.

"Niklaus…" she gasped, her mind going blissfully blank at the sensation of his cock filling her as the bark of the tree dug into her, the scent of him surrounding her, and she moaned loudly, her fingernails digging into the wood.

"I'm going to mark you, sweetheart. When you walk back to our apartment, sweaty and sated, I want you to drip with my scent so much that a human could detect it. I'm going to make you beg for my cock, my mate. I'll pleasure you until you cannot tell one orgasm from another, writhing against me as you scream. I want to fuck your pretty lips, making you gag around your alpha's cock before I come down your throat. I want to taste you, listen to you beg for my tongue as I lick your arousal from your skin. Do you understand, sweetheart?"

She gasped out a yes, leaning against the tree, her nipples sensitive as they rubbed against the cloth of her blouse, sending sharp jolts of arousal to her lower belly as she clenched around him.

He reached under her skirt to pinch her clit hard, and she shattered around him, moaning his name. He came soon after, and she could feel his come dripping down her thighs as he pulled her thong and skirt back into place before taking her hand and pulling her against him.

"On your knees for me, Caroline. I want to take you from behind again before I flip you over and fuck you while I watch your face. I'll lick our mingled release from your pussy next before I fuck your pretty little arse and cover your skin with my mark again. My wolf has had a thousand years to crave you, and I intend on following through with every single filthy fantasy I've had since I saw you in the village before we married. I knew you were mine then. I could feel it in my bones, how much I needed you, and I intend to claim you in every single way I can."

"Niklaus…" she moaned as he entered her, his body pressed against her back, and she sobbed out his name again as he set a brutal place, her walls clenching around his cock.

They didn't leave the forest for hours, and that was only to get blood. When they finally collapsed into bed after he took her against the wall of their shower, he nuzzled her neck, pulling her against him.

"So, it's not that I want to say 'I told you so' or anything, but I did tell you that I was your mate."

A/N: I really hope you enjoyed it. Please tell me what you thought :D Did you have a favorite line or scene? Thank you so much for reading.

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-Angie