Chapter 38:
As timid as she was around Elijah, somehow she ended up back where her anxieties started, in his office, standing in front of his desk while he sat behind it in his big office chair.
Somehow, being all dolled up suddenly made her feel more exposed, more vulnerable. Mari dressed nice for their day out, wearing a pretty beige sweater over a short white skirt. She had put on makeup that day, as well as catered to her natural blonde curls.
Her appearance was not lost on Elijah. In fact, that innocent look made him want to torment her even more. She was so much younger than him, even in physical age, putting aside his centuries long existance. Yet, her undeniable youth and naive sensibilities only made him more eager to make her squirm.
"I can wait for Klaus outside."
"He asked me to keep an eye on you, so that is what I'll do," Elijah sighed, reaching up to loosen his tie again. Mari stepped back one step, remembering what happened when he removed his tie last time. Thankfully, he just left it dangling loose from his neck as he leaned forwards on his desk and looked straight at her.
"I'll stay in my room."
"Marigold," Elijah said her name firmly. "I'm parched. Shouldn't you see to that?" It was such a plain, confident command that it stunned Mari into silence. She stared back at him with wide, nervous eyes, then took a single step forwards.
"I'm not... I'm not your blood slave," she replied as bravely as she could manage. Her nerves were shaky and weak, but she was determined to resist as long as she possibly could. The guilt wouldn't eat her alive if she at least tried to resist.
Elijah rose from his desk then, pushing his chair back and stretching his back. He sighed heavily, then crossed his arms over his chest in a way that made her regret being so defiant.
"No? Did Klaus not bring you here to be just that? Have you not served my brothers as much as they want for as long as you've been here? Day in and day out, you feed them. You're a slave to their hunger as much as they are a slave to their addiction to you. We're all slaves to something, all serving someone, somehow. That is the nature of being alive."
"Then what are you a slave to?" She questioned with a furrow of her brow. "What do you serve?"
He paused for a moment, as if he didn't want to say the answer, the truth, out loud. Perhaps it would make him vulnerable somehow. Mari kind of hoped so, since she was always the one with the disadvantage when she was around him. Knowing a weakness of his might give her some kind of ground to stand on.
"My persistent humanity," Elijah finally answered, falling back down into his chair with another heavy sigh. "The truth is I love too often and too hard. It causes me great pain, yet I do it all over again. I'm a slave to my... eternal desires for companionship."
His answer was not what she expected, and it admittedly softened her heart a great deal in that monent. Suddenly, he seemed less like a predator. He looked defeated, ashamed of the answer he gave and the truth of his words. Mari felt a little pity for him, though she knew he was anything but pitiful. His struggle was something she could relate to.
Elijah saw her expression change. Her body began to relax, and her eyes held a great deal of empathy and sadness for him. He would not be the hunter he was if he did not take full advantage of her moment of weakness.
"Perhaps that's why I torment you so often, Marigold," he looked up at her. "Perhaps I envy the bond you have developed with my brothers. They do truly seem to love you, as I believe you love them. I had that once, with Hayley. With Katherine. With other women who never seemed to last."
He stood again, then moved around the desk this time to stand closer to her. She didn't step back, didn't pull away. Instead, she seemed intrigued and perhaps even thrilled to hear what he was going to say next. Mari was likely waiting for him to reveal some great secret.
"I warn them of that with you," he added. "It is dangerous by our sides. Our world is one of blood and death, and you are but a naive little doe prancing through a century long massacre. Falling in love with you was as good as killing you, and I must admit that I... wished to avoid such a tragedy. I'm honestly quite fond of your presence in this compound, Mari."
It was one of the first and only times she ever heard him call her by her chosen nickname. Klaus and Kol always called her Mari, but Elijah never did. The name held a lot of affection, which was something Elijah never had towards her. She wondered why he used it then rather than calling her by her full name.
"Will you allow me to feed, Mari?"
She snapped back to the present situation and their previous conversation. He wanted blood, and he specifically wanted her to provide it for him. This time, his tone was much different. It was less commanding and more pleading. She felt obliged to give him what he needed.
"Just this once," she gave in reluctantly. "I can't... do this with you anymore. I'm worried about what Klaus and Kol will say if they find out I've been letting you feed from me in secret. I don't want another war within the family."
"If this must be the last time, then I shall enjoy it to the fullest."
Mari was about to ask him what that meant when he suddenly, with superhuman speed, hoisted her up in his arms, spun her around, and planted her bottom against the top of his desk. Her legs dangled from it, and he quickly slid in between her knees to position himself even closer to her.
A panic began to bubble up from within her as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her. His hands rested against her outer thighs, just under the hem of her short black skirt.
"E-Elijah," she stuttered out in fright. "What are you doing?"
"It is my last chance to feed from you, correct?" Mari stared at him for a moment, then nodded her head frantically. Elijah grinned up at her devilishly. "Then I would like to taste the tenderest of flesh. This is my favorite spot to feed from.
Mari was still a little confused until his warm fingers slid further up, under her skirt, and gripped her thighs tightly. Elijah pried them apart, exposing her inner thighs as well as her underwear. She was even more ashamed and freaked out than before.
"Elijah," she whined desperately, pushing at his shoulders with her little hands to no avail.
He didn't budge, not even an inch. The truth of the matter was that she was no match for him, and Mari was completely at his mercy for the moment. She wondered if she enjoyed it or not, since deep down, she wanted to see exactly what he meant to do.
Her questions were quickly answered when Elijah's fangs suddenly pierced the soft skin of her inner thigh. She bit back a yelp, not wanting to make any noise or spur him on any further.
As he sucked at the flesh there to draw more blood from the wounds, she became acutely aware of just how close he was to the part of her only Kol and Klaus were allowed to touch. So close, in fact, that she could practically feel his hot breath on her heated core.
Without realizing it, she found herself biting down on her bottom lip. Her chest was heaving with uneven and shaky breaths while her hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly. It was the only thing keeping her grounded in that moment.
He was close, so painfully close. Mari was even more ashamed of the fact that her body was reacting against her will. It was becoming excited, aroused even, though she demanded that it remain as stoic and disinterested as possible. Her body was failing her as it warmed all over, from head to toe and everything in between.
Elijah noticed her reaction to his proximity, and it made him smirk against her skin. After filling himself, he pulled his fangs free and looked up at her again.
"Are you so desperate to be satisfied, Marigold? That this simple act arouses you?"
"No," she breathed a lie, face flush and eyes fluttering. "I'm not-"
"I'm no fool. I've laid with enough women to know what it means when their whole body warms with the touch of a hand," he chuckled at her persistent denial. "Is it the feeling of my lips here? In such an intimate place..."
Mari shuddered when he suddenly lowered his head between her knees again to brush his lips over the skin there like one might do with a feather. It was the gentlest of touches that sparked something deep within her.
"Elijah, please... I can't. I shouldn't. This is... wrong." She was doing everything within her power to keep a level head, to avoid being seduced by yet another handsome Mikaelson brother. Oh, how badly she wanted to feel hands on her, lips and tongues.
"Do not touch me then and implicate yourself," Elijah hummed against her inner thigh. "Allow me to do all of the touching. You have satisfied my hunger, now let me return the favor."
"Elijah, don't-"
Her words and pleading were cut off instantly when Elijah boldly looped a finger through her lacy underwear and pulled it aside to allow his tongue to plunge into her depths with no restraint.
Mari moaned, much louder than she should have or wanted to. She quickly bit down on her bottom lip again to stifle any more unexpected noises that might burst from within her. Her whole body shuddered at the feeling of his tongue penetrating her most private parts.
After the shock passed, an unwanted wave of pleasure rolled through her, causing her to slouch over him. She only barely managed to keep herself upright on the desk so she didn't crash into him on the way to the floor. Her hands held onto the edge of his desk so tightly she thought it might break under the pressure.
Elijah's experience quickly began to show as his tongue expertly delved into her, tasted her, rolled in ways that made her come undone. She was finally squirming under his touch, really squirming, and it delighted the predator within him. He finally had his prey in his clutches, yet he only wanted to taste more and more of her.
However, his senses picked up on the sound of the front gate opening outside. Elijah pushed on a little bit longer, wanting to see it through. He reached up with a free hand to clasp a hand over her mouth. He couldn't have her sweet, sensual noises reaching the ears of anyone else, not before he was through with her.
It took only a mere moment longer for that expert tongue to push Mari over the edge she was so desperately clinging to. Her back arched, and her head fell back as pleasure took over her entirely. Her legs shook, her hands shook, and she moaned against his hand shamelessly.
After quickly and efficiently bringing her to orgasm, Elijah stood up quickly and tightened his tie again. He smirked down at her, then took a step back so she could slide off his desk.
"Go up to your room to wait for Niklaus and Kol to return. Freya is home, and we have things to discuss."
Mari didn't protest, didn't dare say anything. She was too breathless, not that she would know what to say after such a thing anyways. Panting heavily, flush from head to toe, she dropped from his desk and tugged her skirt back down into place. Still shivering from the after effects of a rather violent climax, she hurried out of his office and up the compound steps.