Sweet Release
Request from le anon ;) : Klaroline smut, maybe a little bloodsharing, a little gory, add some wolf-alpha-male behaviour, a little fluff is also welcome
Well, I tried. Smut. Established relationship. Because this is basically all smut.
Beta'd by the wonderful tattooed-she-wolf
She woke to the feeling of feather light kisses being traced up and down her neck. Caroline hummed in pleasure, arching her neck to allow him easier access. His hand lazily traced up, moving from where it had been resting on her hip, over her stomach, tracing patterns as he went, his hand barely brushing over the curve of her breast, and she moaned in protest, wanting, needing the feel of his strong hands on her, while he seemed content with barely touching her. The scrape of his fangs against her neck stopped her in her tracks though, thinking that he would finally give her the contact that she so desperately needed.
It wasn't new between them, to bloodshare. In fact, it was more odd if they didn't do it now that they had been together for over a year. It was enjoyable to them, euphoric, the rush of blood from each other, feeding off of each other. It was intimate, passionate, and their lovemaking was... different. It wasn't better- sex with Klaus was always great sex- it was just closer. So the prick of his fangs against her neck, combined with his hand knotting in her hair on the other side of her head to expose her neck more to him filled her with a delicious anticipation. And then his lips moved up her neck to graze over her cheek. She growled in annoyance, her whole body filled with need, the wet heat between her thighs growing, and all she knew was that she needed him to sate the desire that was coursing through her and he seemed content to only tease her.
"Patience love, you had your fun last night, now it's my turn."
She flushed at the memory of the night before his words elicited, how he had let her flip them over so that she was on top, the feeling of being in control, the feel of him filling her body over and over again... she should have known that he would never let it go. That his uncharacteristic move, letting her assume dominance, would be met by his need to reassert himself as the alpha male. In any other circumstance she would have been upset, but she really didn't mind half as much within the context of the bedroom.
Her eyes fluttered open for the first time since he had woken her, meeting his gaze as he moved his body over hers, dipping his head down to brush his lips over hers before he moved down her body, leaving soft kisses in his wake, a flick of his tongue over each nipple, until finally he was positioned in between her thighs, gazing down at her body wolfishly. Klaus' eyes darkened, the veins under his eyes forming and spreading, before he leaned down to place a kiss on the inside of one thigh, his teeth scraping against her skin delightfully, and she cried out when his teeth finally pricked her skin before sinking deeper into her, taking a long drag of her blood, and each suck of the blood from her veins sent a shock straight to her core.
Caroline savored the feeling, hands burying in his hair, her legs wrapping around his torso. He pulled away though, again as he seemed content with doing in that early morning, pulling her up with him, tilting his head to the side, leaving his neck open and exposed. Oh, she loved when he drank from her, loved the feelings it shot through her body, but she loved it more when she was drinking from him. She loved the taste of his warm blood flooding her mouth, the taste of him remaining in her mouth hours afterwards, and she lowered her lips eagerly to his throat, letting her fangs drop as she concentrated on the scent of his blood, the sound of his heart beat, plunging her fangs into his throat to his low growl.
His blood filled her mouth, the sweet taste better than any human blood she had ever had, and she felt the skin of her thigh knot back together, the venom of his bite killed by the healing power of his blood. She barely felt his fingers dance across her skin, over her thighs, until two of them were pushed inside of her, and she moaned against his neck at the dual sensation of his blood and his fingers pushing in and out of her. He found her clit, pulling and squeezing and rolling the bundle of nerves, the pleasure in her rising, rising, ready to crash all around her, bring her world down, but he removed his fingers from her, pushing her gently away from his throat, extracting her fangs from him. Caroline glared at her lover slightly, annoyed with his continued teasing, wanting to come already.
Klaus captured her pouting lips with his, letting the taste of their blood mix, their hands tangling in each other's hair, but it wasn't enough, and she needed him, and what didn't he get- he lowered her body back down to the bed, removing his lips from hers, moving quickly this time to his earlier position between her thighs, this time not wasting a breath to lower his lips to her moist folds. She cried out in pleasure, locking her legs loosely around his neck, determined to not let him leave her wanting again. She needed her release, and she needed it from him, and she was going to come quickly if he kept doing that with his tongue. He was licking, sucking, lapping up her juices eagerly. Caroline arched her back into him, needing more, more of him, more of his extremely skilled tongue.
The wave of her release hit her, hit her hard with full force, and she became boneless beneath him, her whole body shuddering in long-overdue-to her anyway- pleasure, the shockwaves coursing through her body. The little death. She loved the moment- minutes?- after he made her come to the highest of heights. Her whole world shrank down to him, only him, nothing else mattered but him and the pleasure he continued to bring her, his tongue still inside of her, riding out every last bit of her orgasm that he could. Oh, she loved it, she loved him, she loved how he knew exactly what to do to her body.
Caroline felt him remove his lips from her, a vague understanding in the back of her mind, and she gasped when his lips found her pelvic bone, sucking lightly on it as his fingers gripped her hips. "Nik." She growled lightly, wanting more of him, wanting to feel him inside of her, bringing her back to her peak of pleasure so that she could come down once more. He smirked against her skin, moving up this time, stopping to take one hardened nipple into his mouth, biting lightly, her back arching off the bed at the sensation as his hand found her other breast, fondling it, rolling and kneading it, before his fingers moved to her puckered nipple, squeezing and pinching. The feeling on his mouth and hands on her building the pressure in between her thighs once more, and she tugged his shoulders desperately. She loved the feeling that he caused with his adoration of her, but she had a greater need, far more pressing.
"I need you inside of me." She managed to gasp out. He didn't respond, continuing his attentions without pause, and she, in a moment of desperate need to have him hurry along, reached a hand down between their bodies, gripping his hardened length between her hand.
He growled against her skin, but he removed his mouth from her, looking up at her with a slight glare. "You're playing with fire kitten."
Caroline arched an eyebrow at him challengingly, hoping he was aware that she was only giving him a taste of his own medicine in retaliation for his earlier teasing. "Well then do something about it."
He moaned low in his throat, reaching his lips down to capture hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he positioned himself between her thighs. With a single thrust he was inside of her, stretching her. He paused for a moment, unmoving as they both adjusted to him being in her, before he started moving. Klaus pulled out to the tip before slamming back into her, repeating the move over and over. She cried out into his mouth, his hands gripping her hips, moving her with him, and her nails raked a trail down his back, the tearing sound of his skin and the smell of his blood filling the air. Caroline writhed beneath him, raising up on her own to meet him thrust for thrust. He went deeper, harder, hitting every spot within her that she so desperately needed him to, and before long, her body was teetering again, her inner muscles clenching around him. Her world shattered, and she fell, her body weightless, shaking, hot and then cold, and she clutched him to her as he spurted his own release into her, the tremors of her orgasm prolonging his own until he finally collapsed against her.
She clutched him to her still though, until he rolled off of her some minutes later, placing a soft kiss on her brow. "You should wake me up like that more often." She murmured softly, smiling up at him, still unwilling to move any further.
He gave her a devilish smirk, a promise that her wish would indeed be fulfilled. "That can most certainly be arranged." He dipped his head down, kissing her lips softly, deeply, and her hands found their way to his hair once more. He pulled back, just slightly, just enough to speak. "In fact, I don't think we should stop at one round. Two, three, maybe even four sounds like the correct way to start the day." A shiver ran up her spine at his words.
Maybe she could become a morning person after all.