Chapter Twenty One: If We Only Have Tonight

"Touch me, yeah

I want you to touch me there

Make me feel like I am breathing

Feel like I am human…"

Soft, breathy moans filled the air as Klaus pressed hot, open mouthed kisses along Hayley's throat and down her chest.

Her head lulled back, baring her throat and shoulder to him, shivering when she heard his growl of approval.

More, her wolf growled.

Hayley's hands drifted down from his neck, pressing themselves against his chest. She then gripped his shirt before ripping it open.

Klaus' eyes rolled back when her lips pressed themselves against his chest, nipping and biting in a possessive way. With eyes like molten gold, Klaus then buried a hand in her hair, pulling her in for another searing kiss.

Desire rippled through Hayley, and her inner thighs grew damp.

Klaus caught the scent and snarled, his expression nearly feral. He leaned back, tugging off her shirt, desperate to feel her skin against his. His eyes showed no hint of blue as they took in the thin, lacy black bra that she wore.

Unlike before, that barrier was quickly divested like the shirt, leaving her bare from the waist up. Klaus' eyes strayed towards the bandages on her shoulder, uncertainty crossing his features again.

Hayley took his hands, placing them on her hips, silently commanding him to keep his eyes on hers and not her wounds.

Hayley then stepped forward, pressing herself against him once more, making them both groan at the sensation. Her hand impatiently tugged at his belt, and she heard him chuckling darkly.

A devious grin crossed Klaus' face before he had Hayley pinned to the wall next to the fireplace. His teeth scraped down the slope of her breast before latching onto the pebbled peak.

Hayley quickly wound her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her so she could roll her hips against his. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for purchase.

Klaus moved his attention to her other breast, making her cry out. He slapped a hand against the wall, the other drifting down to tear at her jeans, wanting nothing between him and her. He got a brief glimpse of another scrap of black lace before that was torn off her hips with a clawed hand.

Hayley's hands too tore away at his jeans, cursing when the snap got stuck then grinning when the material was pushed down and kicked away. Her hand then slid into his briefs, gripping his hard length, eyes flashing gold when she heard him snarl his approval.

Whatever brief control she had was lost when a hand slipped between her legs, parting her warm, wet folds, finding her center with ease. She whimpered when his thumb slid across her clit, then her hips bucked when a finger slipped into her slick heat, pumping slowly.

Hayley moved her hips forward against his hand, desperate to find some friction, growling when he kept moving at a slow, calculating pace. She squeezed her thighs against his hips, heels pressing into his lower back, drawing him against her.

"Please," she managed on a choked gasp.

Klaus snarled, then moved his hand, pressing himself to her entrance before thrusting inside her. His hands once more gripped her hips, claws digging furrows into the soft, warm flesh, and his teeth bit down on the juncture of her shoulder in pleasure.

The Alpha wolf cried out loudly, both in pleasure and triumph. She dragged her nails down his shoulders, tilting her head back as he marked the soft skin of her shoulder.

Mine.

The Hybrid then began moving, pistoning in and out of her at a fast, rough pace that they both craved. Claws tore at skin and left bruises that would heal, and teeth left their mark across every inch of skin.

Hayley bowed her back, drawing him deeper into her body, moving her hips against his until every thrust hit that sweet spot inside her. Her body tightened, and heat pooled in her belly.

Klaus knew she was close as her walls pulsed around him, but still he drove inside her, saying her name again and again like a chant. He could feel his own impending release and his movements became more erratic as it drew nearer.

"Almost, Klaus!" Hayley cried out.

Klaus drew back slightly so he could watch him drive in and out of her, then he reached up to gently pluck at her nipple like a violin string.

Hayley groaned, her own hand drifting south before two fingers found her swollen clit. She rubbed it as he watched, as though fascinated, and she whimpered at the sight and the sensation. The coil within her lower body was growing tighter, and she could feel herself climbing higher.

Klaus leaned down to lave his tongue across the mark on her shoulder, then he sank his teeth into her against before he thrusted inside her with more force.

The wolf in his arms screamed, her body pulsing like a heartbeat as she came, her eyes melting into gold. She cried out again as he kept pumping himself inside her, moving through her orgasm until he found his own with a shout.

Klaus stole several more thrusts as he emptied himself inside her, riding out the way Hayley's body quaked against his as she came down from her own high.

She made a soft noise, almost like a sigh, as she trembled against the wall. Her chest heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.

Klaus leaned himself against her, pressing them both into the wall. He dropped his forehead against her shoulder, drinking in her scent, before kissing her shoulder. Without pulling himself out of her, he gripped her tightly before moving them to the bed.

He maneuvered them so she was cradled against his side, limbs tangled together. They laid there silently, until their heartbeats slowed and the heavy feeling of satisfaction settled over them both.

Ooo0oooO

Tyler's gaze tracked Hayley as she walked out of the Abattoir early the next morning. She wore a knitted shirt with three quarter sleeves and a high neck, and the buttery gold color brought out the gold in her hair and eyes.

He frowned when he saw the expression on her face, a sort of softness he hadn't really seen before. It was almost like contentment, or maybe happiness, but not quite.

A smile crossed her face when she spotted his uncle and Eve and she went to greet them both. Her eyes looked them over, as if to reassure herself that they were fine and that any injuries they had sustained had healed.

Then she turned, looking at him. Her green eyes remained warm and she beckoned him to join her and the others.

Tyler walked over, casting a cautious glance towards the still quiet Abattoir. Another look was casted over his shoulder, checking for any lingering shadows.

Hayley didn't miss his tense body language, so she reached out to gently touch his shoulder, bringing his attention back to her. "You okay?" she asked.

The young Hybrid nodded, then focused on her. He inhaled, taking in her familiar scent, something woodsy and sweet and… and…

Tyler stiffened. His eyes flashed gold.

Hayley immediately stilled, her eyes remaining green, but now were cautious. "Tyler?"

"Why do you…?" He moved closer, stepping into her personal space, then growled. "Hayley, why do you smell like him?"

"Him? You mean Klaus?" Hayley asked, raising a brow. "The person I've been staying with for weeks?"

Tyler growled again. "Not like that. You smell like..."

Hayley stepped back, shifting her shoulder away from his nose. The movement caused the material to shift and gape open, revealing a pale, silvery pink scar shaped like a bite mark.

Mason and Tyler inhaled sharply at the sight. Eve looked smug, her eyes twinkling knowingly.

"Is that a-?"

Hayley cut Mason off. "It's none of your business," she said firmly.

The Beta seemed uneasy, his eyes raking over the mark. "But Hayley, that's-,"

"Nothing to concern yourself with now," Eve interrupted, giving the younger wolf a sharp glance, silencing his protests. "Go check on the pack. Take Tyler with you."

Mason looked at Hayley, who nodded. He huffed, then walked off, with Tyler trailing at his heels, whispering into his ear while casting suspicious glances back over his shoulder.

Hayley rounded on Eve. "What was that about?"

Eve hummed. "Oh, you know Mason. He was raised on our old beliefs."

That's not vague, Hayley scowled. "Eve," she began in a warning tone.

The older wolf sighed. "What do you know about mates?"

"Werewolf mates?" Hayley asked, giving her a raised brow look. "They're a myth, something humans made up."

"True," Eve agreed, nodding. "But do you remember how those myths started?"

Hayley thought back, then spoke slowly. "Long ago, when wolves found the partner they wanted to be with for the rest of their lives... Instead of following traditional marriage laws, meaning the exchange of rings and vows, they'd..." She trailed off.

"The two wolves would mark each other, thus bonding one to the other for life. Both would bear a bite mark to either the shoulder or thighs, as a sign of their devotion to only each other."

Hayley blanched. "So Mason thinks... Klaus and I... we..."

Eve smiled gently at the stammering Alpha. "Perhaps," she said. "It is an old belief. You know very well that we've embraced more traditional marriage rites."

"But the bites... they'd heal, wouldn't they?" Hayley asked, suddenly confused and panicked.

"Of course," the old wolf chuckled. "But it'd take a few days, and by that point the message was clear."

Hayley's hand drifted up to touch the mark. "So Mason thinks I've bonded myself to Klaus!?"

"It seems like the intention of that mark," Eve said, eyeing it approvingly.

Then the Alpha's eyes narrowed. "So this is a big "fuck off, I'm his" sign to any other wolves?"

Eve shrugged. "If you want to put it that way." Then she winked. "You could always return the favor."

Hayley blinked, struggling past the images of her sinking her teeth into Klaus' shoulder, marking him as hers for everyone else to see. She swallowed thickly.

Eve rolled her eyes at the conflicted, stubborn expression she recognized so well. "It's not like he marked you as his territory, Hayley. I doubt he even knows about thone rituals." Then she lifted a finger, cutting off Hayley before she could retort. "And if he does, I don't believe it was his intention. It just appears that way."

"Small difference," Hayley grumbled.

"Big difference," Eve corrected. "Do you truly believe he would do anything of the sort without your permission?"

"Well..."

Ooo0ooO

Klaus stood in the middle of his drawing room, eyeing the rough, quick charcoal sketches pinned to the wall in front of him.

There was a knock at the door, and it creaked open to reveal Hayley. She smiled at him. "You smell like... art."

Klaus laughed. "I didn't know that had a scent."

Hayley moved across the room to him. She ran her hands up his chest. "It smells like canvas paper, turpentine... oil paints." She then lifted a charcoal smudged hand. "And charcoal, apparently."

"I was sketching," he said, gesturing towards the wall.

Hayley's eyes widened when she saw who was the subject of each sketch. It was her, posed in an array of positions. Nothing steamy or scandalous, just images of her drinking tea or laughing, like how a photographer would capture her going about her day.

"Wow," she breathed.

Klaus moved closer to her, drawing her back against his front so he could rest his chin on her shoulder. The shoulder which, Hayley knew, bore his mark. She shivered in his embrace.

"Did you always want to be an artist?" she asked him.

"No. It was more of a... hobby, I suppose."

"Some hobby," she said, eyeing the detail.

"Why are you so curious?"

Hayley turned and gave him a questioning look. "I'm just asking because it's clear you enjoy doing this. People ask each other about their hobbies and passions."

Klaus' expression became oddly guarded. "I see."

"Like my hobby is collecting rocks and mood rings," she said, showing him the crescent shaped one he saw her buy in town.

"Why?"

She shrugged. "Because it's fun."

Klaus lifted her hamd, examining the color of the mood ring. It was a deep indigo color. "What does this color mean?"

Hayley smirked. "Passion."

Klaus looked pleased at that before he pulled her closer. He lowered his lips to hers. "I wonder if my mood is the same."

Hayley skimmed her hands down his chest, before they brushed over his iron hard length, which strained against his jeans. "I'd say the odds are in your favor."

"Isn't that from a magic eight ball?" Klaus teased.

"Shut up," Hayley growled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss.

Ooo0ooO

They wound up back in his rooms, naked and writhing as one in the middle of the large bed.

Hayley straddled his waist, sinking slowly down on his length while digging her fingers into his shoulders. Her eyes were heavy lidded, locked in his, dark and green.

Klaus leaned up to take a nipple into his mouth, biting down with exquisite pressure, making her buck against him.

Then she began to move, slowly rocking her hips in time with his, sweat beading their skin as the warm afternoon sun poured in from the open window. The sounds of the town didnt seem to distract them, as they were lost in their own bubble, wrapped in each other.

Klaus slid one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit like she had showed him before and watched as those green eyes blurred and lost focus. He leaned down to graze his teeth over the mark he left on her shoulder, pleased to see it had yet to heal.

Hayley groaned when he grasped her hips firmly, thrusting up into her in short, rough strokes. Her head fell back as she writhed against him, tilting her hips forward in encouragement so he would keep caressing her swollen nub.

She then lowered her lips, brushing them against the pulse point on his neck. She then bared her teeth, nipping at his skin.

Klaus moaned, unconsciously tilting his head to give her better access. He kept moving within her at a fast pace, knowing there would be time later to go slowly, to savor each other.

Right now though, the Alpha felt her body tightening, and as her orgasm broke, she bit down on his neck, lapping at the copper taste of blood as it filled her mouth.

Klaus gave a shout, then spilled himself inside her, his body pumping into her as the force of his release made his limbs shake.

Hayley hummed as her body pulsed, her tongue tracing the outline of the new mark Klaus bore, a perfect match to hers.

"She sought death on a queen sized bed

And he had said, 'Darling, your looks could kill

So now you're dead'..."

Ooo0ooO

Disclaimer: I do not own the Originals.

Author's Note: This chapter features lyrics from the song A Little Death by the Neighbourhood.

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