*Warning there's a lemonade flood on aisle two, so if you're not Gucci with the juicy sour…ABORT!* Okay so the consensus Francesca and I gathered was to keep this WIP on the road so that's exactly what we plan to do. First off, thanks for showing love with the follows, favorites, and comments. It means everything to us! And just to be clear, we doing this one for the Bennett fandom. So when we say pairing is TBD that's all on y'all. Whether it be one or all. The power to choose is completely yours my fellow Bonnie lovers. Okay, disclaimer! Run it!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of these characters belong to me. And to add unfairness to poetic injustice, neither does the shows or the books. However, I still intend to pull the characters' strings and make them dance, all while having a ball upsetting canon plot lines!
"What the fuck did you sale Vicki last night?" Was the first thing Bonnie heard from Jeremy Gilbert upon slamming her locker door shut.
She swung a glance from left to right to make sure no one had heard, before drilling him with a homicidal glare. "Jeremy, if you don't shut the hell up I swear to…" she faked a smile when she saw the assistant principle watching them as he passed. "And if you're talking about Vicki Donovan, then that'd be not a damn thing. That bitch is—down the rabbit hole—cray and it'll take more than hand full of mushrooms or organic Mari J to get her to Wonderland."
"Well someone gave her something," he hissed in a lowered voice. "After she was attacked-,"
"Attacked?" She muttered. "Let me guess, another animal attack. Good ole sheriff Forbes cracks another-,"
Icey unawareness of something that should be known, sleeted her brain vessels and gave birth to one hellified brain freeze. She dropped to her knees while clutching her head as gory images assaulted her mind's eye. Images of a dark haired human monster gnawing on Vicki's neck.
"Bonnie?!" Jeremy kneeled in front of her, grabbing the sides of her face. "What's wrong with you? Are you alright?"
The visions ceased as quickly as they started. "Son of a-,"
"Jeremy, is she okay?" The sound of Elena Gilbert's concerned voice forced her eyes to roll. "What'd she take?"
"Fuck a soft one, Elena," she said as she allowed Jeremy to help her to stand. "I don't fucking sale and inhale!"
"Calm down." A guy she'd never seen before a day in her life, stepped forth to stand at the brunette's side. "There's no need to make a scene." He glanced over his shoulder at the slow walking looky loos moving up and down the halls. "We only want to help."
A chuckle geronimoed from the split of her stunned lips. "We?" She arched a brow as her questioning gaze darted from Elena to Jeremy.
"This is fucking dumb. I'm outta of here. Page you later, Bonnie," Jeremy said, before spinning on his heel to walk away.
"Damn it! Jeremy," Elena called after him.
"I'm going to the hospital to see Vickie. Deal with it, Elena," he called back before rounding the corner.
Bonnie ignored the, Flowers in the Attic, scene unfolding in the hall to run an assessing gaze over the green-eyed stranger who appeared to have had his hair cut by Edward Scissorhands. Upon conclusion of her assessment, she tooted her lips. To the normal teenage population sexually inclined to rate him, he'd probably earn a solid nine across the board. She, however, wasn't the normal teenage population, and she found him working with too many have not's.
For one, he did not have a British accent, silky blonde hair, and cerulean eyes that darkened to a sapphire hue when they were close to a major blow out. He also didn't have the knee weakening height, the—I know I'm the shit—arrogance, or a wicked, panty desecrating, smirk to get the type of points he needed to rock a ten in her book. He was about as boring and lame as the Mary Sue at his side. A soft five was the best rating he'd ever get out of her.
"When he pages you, do him a favor and ignore it." Captain save a bitch said in a lowered voice. "From my understanding, the kid is going through a lot and it'll be better for all involved if you kept your distance."
"And who the fuck are you?" Bonnie mentally shook her head. Seriously, she was going to need a bigger swear jar.
The epic teenage fail raised his hands as if he were attempting to calm an armed purse snatcher. Cautiously, he stepped closer and stared her directly in the pupils. "Walk away and never speak to Elena or Jeremy Gilbert again." He whispered, this time so low she doubted anyone else but her heard him.
"No, you're the one who needs to motherfucking walk away and take her nosy ass with you." The guy's green gaze flared. What, did he actually think she wouldn't bring it to his ass after he sent for it? "And as for me never speaking to Jeremy again, that's on him."
Teen Fail's eyes narrowed as he stepped damn near on top of her to eyeball the hell out of her features. An electrical surge shot from her center and hurtled through her vessels. Threat! The insidious thought slithered from a very dark crevice in her mind. Her pulsing hands fisted at her sides. If he took one more step she would fuck him up. She didn't know how, but something inside screamed that she could. He must've sensed it too, because he took a step back.
"Stefan?" Elena questioned as her brandy wine colored irises swung from her to him.
"There you are, Lovely Dove. My apologies for the delay, it would seem an entire forest was slaughtered to register Kol and I into this abysmal den of miseducation," Rebekah said, appearing out of thin air at her side. She looped arms with her, before giving her attention over Stefan. "Ripper, what the devil are you doing here?"
Just when Bonnie thought Stefan couldn't get any whiter he turned translucent. He blinked. "I…I'm sorry. You have me confused," he stammered, while backing away.
Elena's face scrunched. "You know her, Stefan?"
"Know me?" Rebekah tsked. "Oh, love…he was obsessed with me. There wasn't a night we didn't paint Chicago in the most succulent red. I, in fact, find myself pondering how many more names you've added to our wall of decadence."
Stefan looked like he'd just been pegged without the benefit of Vaseline, while Rebekah preened in the basking glow of his wrong end violation.
Unholy fuck! Was she actually flirting with Captain Cliché? "Would you two like to continue whatever the hell this is alone?" Bonnie questioned with a quirked brow as she waved a hand between the two.
"Yeah," Elena agreed as she rejoined the impromptu gathering at her damn locker. "What is this, Stefan?"
"Dove-," Rebekah began.
"Whatever what is, darling?" Kol appeared at her other side. His arm slid around her waist without even a second of hesitation and her body melted in to his without further deliberation.
Kol considered Elena and Stefan through narrowed eyes as a malicious smirk perched upon his life altering lips. Fuck, he was sexy. A gush of wetness heralded the ruination of her cotton whites. She noticed a slight twitch in Kol's nostrils right before his intense stare swung back to regard her. Damn! More gushiness. She was sooo twisted.
"Wow, another new hot guy," Caroline's high pitch soprano cut through the mounting tension. "And my birthday isn't for another six months."
An exhale forced its way out of Bonnie's mouth. "Well if it isn't the poster girl of insecurities. You nearly ran me off Wickery Bridge last night, Britney Spears! I'll be sending you the bill for my pager and bike."
"Oh my god." Elena's hands flew to cover her mouth. "Is that what really happened to the bumper of your car, Care?"
"And I don't do checks," Bonnie said, ignoring Elena's compulsive disorder to be front and center. "Mama's gonna need cash."
Caroline scoffed. "As if, Bennett. And Pager? They still make those?" She waved Bonnie off and extended her hand to Kol. "Hi, I'm Caroline Forbes."
Kol swept a critical stare over Caroline's hand before returning his gaze to Stefan. "Did I overhear you call this unremarkable toddler Ripper, Bekah?"
"You know very well you did, Kol," she answered, while locking hands with Bonnie. A show of affection neither Elena nor Caroline missed.
"So you're the sodding wanker Nik's always on about…The Ripper." Kol used his free hand to emphasize the title.
Stefan positioned himself in front of Elena. "Who the hell are you?" The darkness of his scowl shaded Rebekah first, and then Kol.
"See it's what I've told you all along, baby sister." Kol gave Rebekah a sideways smirk. "You're utterly forgettable."
"He doesn't remember me because our dear brother willed it so, you arse," Rebekah snapped.
When the first period bell rang, Bonnie disentangled herself from the Mikaelson's. Once free, she moved towards the center of the hall to escape the drama in which both siblings seemed to thrive. Without a word of explanation, she spun on her heel to head in the direction of her English class.
Hopefully everyone, including the Mikaelsons, would take the hint and leave her the fuck alone. She hadn't withered in this much attention since the summer after fifth grade. It's the summer Abby left and she, Elena, and Caroline stopped being friends. She'd withdrawn within herself and neither of her so called besties appeared to notice.
When she made it to her first period class, she took the seat at the back of the room. Not even a minute later Rebekah and Kol followed. The breath snatching blonde took the desk in front of her, while the walking embodiment of carnal sin slid into the chair next to hers. And if that wasn't bad enough, Elena and her stalker hurried into the room a few minutes after. Her eyes rolled as her hope for solitude slipped further away.
For the remainder of the class period they all participated in a battle of the glares, stares, and gazes. Upon learning Kol and Rebekah's last, name the class gazed at them like they both wore crowns. The Mikaelsons, however, only seemed to have eyes for her. While Stefan on the other hand glared at the Mikaelson siblings as if the anti-Christ sired them. And that was only when he wasn't gazing at Elena as if she had rainbows shooting from the crotch of her panties. Yet, even after all of his eye stalking, he still managed to find time to send a few curious stares her way.
Poor Elena didn't know where to look so she trained her gaze straight ahead, while Bonnie twisted her facial muscles in an expression that she prayed said, fuck you all!
By the time the end of period bell rang, she was done. Just done! After she stuffed her books in her bag, she hauled ass from the class. Her goal? To put at least fifty-eleven feet between her and the Mikaelsons. Their attention grated on her nerves, while her body's reaction to them confused the shit out of her. Whenever they came within ten feet of her vicinity, very sensitive parts of her anatomy, throbbed, ached, and apparently gushed. Her entire person felt like one giant exposed nerve.
Bonnie was one innuendo away from pulling Rebekah into a stall in the girl's bathroom and demanding she finish what she started the night before. And Kol had one more damn time to stare at her like she wasn't wearing stitch of clothing before she gave his sexy ass something to smirk about. If she hadn't stated it before she was putting it on wood now…They both were driving her fucking bananas!
Bypassing her second period class, she headed for the auditorium. Inside, she sprinted to the stairs next to the stage. She swung her head from left to right to make sure no one paid her any attention. Once satisfied, she opened the concealed door under the stairs and crawled inside.
Tyler Lockwood sat under a dim light with his back to the wall and sketch pad resting on his knees. When she slid in next to him, he acknowledged her with a sideways glance before giving his attention back to his drawing, which was coincidently of Vicki. Matt's sister. She rolled her eyes. Goddess, save her from alpha males and their misplaced hero complexes. Because everybody and their hairdressers knew Vickie Donovan didn't wanna be saved!
"What brings you to my office, Bennett?" He questioned without sparing her another glance. "Did you wanna make out?"
"Nope, just hide out," she answered as she allowed her eyes to slip closed.
He laughed. "What? You don't wanna see me rub one out. I'm hurt. Are you over me already?"
"Eat me, Lockwood," she said with no real conviction behind her words.
"I've tried, but you still refuse to allow me to even touch it." He bumped her with his shoulder. "You'd think after four years, you'd let me get further than a few kisses and over the bra action."
A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. She still remember the first time Tyler kissed her. Until the moment it happened, she'd never thought of Ty as being anything other than a spoiled annoying shit who craved attention. Then she caught a glimpse behind the curtain of Mystic Falls' first family during half time at one of Tyler's basketball games.
She'd just entered the seventh grade. Two years had passed since Abby walked out. By the time she turned thirteen, her dad had come to the conclusion he would no longer give her a pass to check out on life because her mother decided to leave. So he began demanding she participate in at least three school functions a month. The basketball game was the first event she attended.
For the first half of the game she sat alone and bored out of her fucking skull. If she'd had to spend another half hour watching Caroline and Elena compete over flashing their bloomers at Matt while supposedly practicing high kicks she would've clawed her damn eyes out. So when half time rolled around she decided to hide out behind the dumpster by the concession stand until the game ended.
After she'd taken a seat on one of the crates and settled in to listen to her IPod. Maybe thirty or so minutes later she spotted Mayor Lockwood and Tyler. The look on the Mayor's face contradicted the mask of quiet wise contentment he wore for the good people of Mystic Falls. Veins bulged from his neck and forehead, while spittle sprayed from his mouth as he yelled. Ty wore a scared shitless expression as he visibly shook from head to sneakers.
The unsuspected scene provoked her to snatch the earbuds from her ears to listen. It would seem the virtuous Mayor Lockwood was pissed. Tyler had pretended to hurt his ankle so the coach would bench him for the remainder of the game. When Mayor Lockwood demanded he tell the coach his ankle no longer hurt, Ty refused. This didn't surprise Bonnie. Making shit harder on everyone involved had been Tyler's default setting since first grade. So when he explained, he wouldn't tell the coach about his ankle because he'd pull Matt from the game to put him back in she found herself sitting on the edge of the crate ear hustling her ass off.
Plucking the question right off the tip of her tongue, the mayor asked Tyler why Matt being able to play mattered so much. He said it was because Matt's mom had finally come to one of his games and he wanted her to see Matt play at least once. Well Bonnie completely understood his reasoning. She thought his actions were sweet and selfless. Mayor Lockwood on the other hand did not. For a full five minutes he smacked Tyler around and slung him into the dumpster a couple of times in an attempts to get him to change his mind. Even after all of his dad's abuse, Ty still refused.
Several more minutes after being called every type of bastard under the stars, Mayor Lockwood stormed back into the gym. Instead of following his dad, Tyler duck behind the dumpster. When he saw her sitting there, they stared at each other for several seconds. During which time, they both came to a silent agreement to never talk about what happened.
Once those assurances were made, he came and sat on the crate next to hers. She passed him one of her earbuds and they sat their listening to music for a while until some bullshit inspirational tear jerking love song began to play. And for some reason watching each other's lips became the most normal thing to do. Soon after, his mouth found hers and continued to do so periodically for the next four years.
"Touch it? Please, Lockwood. I bet you wouldn't know what to do with this cookie even if I gave you the green light to take a bite," she said, while side-eying him with a smirk.
"I'll take that bet." He tossed the tablet across the small space of the room. The picture of Vicki landed face down. "Now give me the damn green light and let's find out." Not screwing around with warnings, Tyler snatched her into his lap.
She laughed as she squirmed to regain her freedom. That is, until TJ rose up to poke her hello. "Stop, Ty. We both know I'm not who you want. If I really was, then this would've already have happened between us."
"Come on, Bons. I've loved you since eighth grade," he whispered next to her ear as he slightly bucked his hips. "I'd choose you every time if you woman-ed the hell up and gave me the option."
Ty pressed a kiss to her collar bone, while his left hand gripped the nape of her neck. Sharp fingernails bit into her skin. The blend of pain and pleasure provoked a startled gasp to burst from her mouth. His right hand took the opportunity to slide down her spine and grab a fist full of ass. Tyler could be so rough sometimes and his touch always felt possessive. But who the hell was she bullshitting? His borderline viciousness during their play sessions turned her the fuck on each time. Hell, the last time they'd taken it there, he'd legit growled like a wild beast. Her world came undone and she'd almost let him shove his hand in her panties.
"Ugh." She faked a groan to cover up the moan vibrating at the back of her throat. "We've already been through this, Tyler. Your mom and dad made themselves Windex clear."
He tore his mouth away from her neck to frown at her. "That was at the beginning of eighth grade year. We're juniors now."
"So?" She cocked a brow as she returned his frown. "What the hell's that supposed to mean? I'm still black and my last name is still Bennett. No matter how many years get between now and then, those two things will never change about me, Tyler."
"Bonnie, screw my parents," he said as his fingers began massaging the nape of her neck. "I could give two fucks about what they think. So stop using them as an excuse to push me away."
"That's not what I'm doing." She ripped herself from his arms and slid out of his lap. When free of him, she stood. As she began putting her clothes to rights, she damn near slipped on Tyler's sketch pad. Cursing under breath, she snatched the tablet from the floor only to come face to sketch with a smirking Vicki Donovan. Her eyes rolled.
"You know, if you would've said all of this to me three years ago, maybe then I would've believed you. Now," she shook her head as she tossed the sketch pad to him, and then spun away, "you'd only be saying it to piss off your parents." With her hand on the door knob, she chanced an over the shoulder glance at him. "You should really go see her by the way. Jeremy says she's not doing too well."
Not waiting on his practiced response, she fled their sanctuary. This time instead of searching out a place to hide, she opted to leave school altogether. Since her father was out of town yet again on business, there wouldn't be any uncomfortable conversations at open house of why she decided to chuck deuces at Mystic Falls High for the remainder of the school day.
Kol Mikaelson watched the little witch scurry from her hiding space under the stairs. The muscle in his jaw twitched. Rage simmered just beneath the surface of his deceptively calm exterior. A protracted burn threatened to incinerate the vow of compliance he declared to Esther and Nik upon being undaggered. A vow he'd no intention of keeping. For he'd meant to have his leave of his dysfunctional family as soon as the opportunity presented itself.
Fate, however, rarely favors or respects the meticulous preparation of a well plotted plan. A verity she more than demonstrated when she deposited the ever enchanting Bennett Witch in his sights. Yes, the draw of her budding ancient magic intoxicated him, but he'd had dalliances with other witches from her prestigious lineage in centuries gone by. Yet, none of the others ever moved him to want to possess them. He'd most assuredly never wanted to call any of them his. Why the bleeding hell would he? They were nothing more than a means to unlocking his magic.
So what the sodding hell made Bonnie Bennett the exception? Perhaps, it was because when she caught a glimpse of the burning darkness that dwelled in the deepest parts of him, instead of fleeing as many of her ancestors had chosen to do in the past, she endeavored to taste the blackest part of his flames.
The obsidian coercion to covet her forged within him in a single moment. Niklaus be damned! Everything she was, would be his to claim. Her will, magic, body and heart. Unconditionally in such order.
That's why the whelp under the stairs had to make the acquaintance of his end. He'd committed the grave error of touching what belonged to him. Kol already would have to suffer the bloody travesty of his siblings preparing his prized possession for the night of her quickening, he'd be an Original fool if he allowed an inconsequential human such liberties. The transgressions the two had nearly shared wouldn't be permitted to leave the little sod's tongue. Kol meant to make short work of him before his third period class. With his plan well in hand, he stood.
"Sit down, Kol," the arrogant edge of his elder brother's voice compelled him to reclaim his seat.
"Elijah," Kol greeted the elder Original in an ice cold tone which would serve the sinners in hell well. "Would I be accurate in assuming you're here to assess the Bennett witch's charms before you partake in preparing her for the quickening?"
"I must confess my keenness has succeeded in besting my will," Elijah's reply floated down to him from the entry way of the theater. "Where might I go to seek her out?"
"My deepest regrets, brother. It would appear the little witch is well practiced in the art of truancy. She sought her leave several minutes before," Kol said, while never removing his eyes from the utility closet under the theater stairs. "However, fear not, oh noble one. I'm sure the quite human Petrova doppelganger's charms are more than sufficient to hold your amusement."
A vile smirk toyed with Kol's mouth upon the cracking of Elijah's mask of impassivity. Bewilderment peeked through the crevices of his feigned indifference. One hundred years later and he still knew which strings to manipulate to force his siblings to cavort.
"The Petrova doppelganger you say?" Elijah questioned while attempting to school his features. "Has Niklaus been apprised of this development?"
"As of yet…no, but I'm sure Bekah will remedy the oversight soon enough," He said, and then added an uninterested shrug for good measure.
"And what of you?" Elijah asked. His tone precise and deliberate.
Kol frowned as he observed a brawny, dark haired, human male exit the utility room under the stage stairs and dash away. Blast it Elijah! "Whatever do you mean, brother?" He forced through clenched teeth.
"Will you not deliver the news of the human doppelgänger to our perpetually mistrustful sibling? Such gratuity on his part may very well afford you decades free of the dagger." Elijah's voice drifted closer as he descended the theater steps.
Kol's agitation over being denied a kill eased as he assessed the true meaning between his elder brother's inquiries. The tenacious smirk reclaimed his lips. Elijah had yet to even meet the chit and already he endeavored to evaluate threats to the girl's continued survival. Really, his sibling might as well had been a toddling child in possession of a purse filled with sweeties.
"Everything Nik has ever yearned for is nearly within his grasp. It'll do him well if he's made to stretch to obtain what he perceives as his," he said as he gazed at his self-proclaimed noble brother from the cut of his eye.
Kol could sense the tension take leave of Elijah's person. "Kol, I fear you may be right. Niklaus has never recognized value in treasures which are easily gained." He turned and ascended the steps. Halfway up the stairs he paused to query him once more as predicted. "I do believe I'll have a word with our dear sister while I'm here. Where can Rebekah be located at this hour?"
Kol's smirk blossomed into an open lipped grin. "Have a peek in the dining hall. I'm told today's meatloaf Tuesday." Elijah lifted a brow and he shrugged in return. "Bekah insists upon behaving as an adolescent human, which apparently entails embracing blatant mediocrity."
Elijah inclined his head once before flashing away. Kol resettled himself in his seat. Distracting his sibling had proven to be even more effortless than he initially thought. Now only Finn and Rebekah remained as contenders for the Bennett witch's sultry charms. He chuckled to himself. Finn's diversion would attend him shortly, while Rebekah's digression only needed to be compelled to remember. Yes, victory was nigh and to the victor would go the Bennett.
When Bonnie arrived home she noticed a black luxury Sedan parked in front of her house. The car had a temporary paper tag placed where the license plate should've resided. A frown tugged on the muscles in her face. Did her dad cut his business trip short? Had he finally given in and decided to buy her a brand new car? Gawd, she hoped so.
Pedal pushing had played out in ninth grade when all of her ex friends began receiving cars. Rudy, however, refused. He'd claimed not to see the logic in buying a car for someone as antisocial as her. Said it would be a waste of green backs and he couldn't afford to be frivolous. The memory snatched a long suffering sigh from her lungs. How the hell could he not? Her dad stayed changing area codes for the sake of business. As much as he got it in for his practice, he should've been able to purchase the whole damn dealership.
A card shoved under the windshield wiper nabbed her attention. As she yanked the envelope free of the wiper, she noticed her name scrawled across the front in elegant handwriting. The stationary alone appeared to cost more than her bike. Exhaling a lung full of air, she removed the thick sheet of paper. Which read…
Miss Bennett,
Hannibal recovered your bicycle this morning from Wickery Bridge. Much to my dismay, Barnibus, my transportation engineer determined your push-bike is damaged beyond repair. So I took the liberty of purchasing you a more enduring vehicle. I also would like to extend an invitation to dinner at my home this evening. There are several details regarding the Bennett lineage your grandmother never had the opportunity to discuss with you. Details which urgently requires your review. We dine at eight, Hannibal will be around to collect you at seven. Until next we meet.
Your Ever Doting Benefactress,
E. Mikaelson
At the bottom of the envelope, Bonnie found a key attached to a silver key chain which read Bennett. Her jaw dropped. Had Mrs. Mikaelson lost her damn mind? She couldn't accept a car from her. Rudy would give birth to a set of twins. Shaking her head, she hurried around to the driver side of the vehicle and climbed in.
The drive to Mikaelson House took less than fifteen minutes. During which, the tires practically made love to the asphalt. Floating on air wouldn't even compare to what it felt like to drive such a shiny little beauty. There's no denying it, she loved the fucking car! But she couldn't keep the damn thing. Could she? No, she could not! Reluctantly, she slid out of the driver's seat as she attempted to strengthen her resolve.
When she stood in front of the ornate double doors she raised her hand, but before she could press the buzzer the doors swung open. Kol stood on the other side wearing his signature narrowed eyed smirk and once again he made a sopping wet mess of the crotch of her underwear. His smirk bloomed into a tiny grin.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" She questioned, while trying to see around him.
"Am I wrong to assume I live here?" He quirked a brow as he clasped his hands behind his back.
Hot salty water seeped from the pores at the very center of her back. For some silly ass reason, his indulging restraint irritated her, while at the same time, it incited her nipples to strain against the cotton lining of her bra.
"Um…" she swallowed, and then took a step back. "Aren't you supposed to be in fifth period right now?"
He stepped forward. "What can I say? I misplaced my motivation to remain." He continued his stroll forward until he towered over her.
"Is R-reb-bekah here too?" She could've kicked herself in the ass for stuttering. He already knew he affected her on some level. Butchering the English language on his behalf was over kill.
Kol's head swung from side to side, but his narrowed pleased gaze remained fastened on her face. "Rebekah has chosen to be a willing participant in all of the rituals performed by the modern day youths."
"And I suppose, you like to think yourself to be above it all, huh?" She held his predatory stare determined not tuck tail and run. "A regular Sebastian Valmont reboot whose purpose for the time being is to soil the fluffy white fur of the innocent little Bonnie. News fucking flash, Mikaelson. I'm far from innocent and I'm damn sure not white." She move forward, and he began to back track his steps as she continued giving him the business. "So go find yourself another naïve country dumb girl to corrupt, because all you're doing now is wasting your sermon on the converted."
The front door slammed shut behind her. The loud clap scared the brakes off of her and she nearly dropped to hit the floor. Until she noticed she stood in the middle of the grand foyer with her breast pressed firmly to Kol's chest. Pulsing jolts assaulted her frame from hair roots to toenails. Her hands twitched uncontrollably at her sides. Her lips tingled and her skin burned as if it had been licked by ten thousand flames. Not to mention, she'd never recalled her mouth feeling so dry. Damn, the Mikaelsons hadn't been in residence a full twenty four hours and they'd somehow already managed to turn her into a thirst buster!
Despite the tilted predicament of her physical state, her mental capacity thrived. Truth be sold, her spidey senses were doing the damn fool. She'd gone and thoroughly fucked herself. In leaning over the hearth to admire the inviting glow of the fire, she had unwittingly fallen victim to the blaze.
"You know, Pierre Choderlos de Laclos did in indeed base the ever disreputable Vicomte de Valmont on my very daring nature," he said as he dragged the pad of his index finger down her arm. "However, had Choderlos de Laclos really done my true character justice those fictitious correspondences would've never known the warmth of candle light, darling."
"I'm confused." She shook her head as she stared at him with stretched wide eyes. "I don't know whether you're eccentric or just completely insane."
His fingers interlaced with hers. "Do you dare to fall a little further into me in pursuit of an answer?"
"Are you saying to know you is to fall for you?" Her question left her lips as a breathy whisper.
"I'm saying," the melodic lilt in his voice softened to a soothing timbre. "Once you're truly familiar with whom I am, you'll fall to your knees and worship me with the sodding devoutness of a fanatic."
An image of her on her knees before him putting in exceptional mouth and lip service decimated her brain. She blinked to blot away the vision, but her mind's eye refused to allow her to see anything other than his enthralling features stretched and locked in a pleasure enflamed expression. Even as the veins moved sluggishly under his blood red eyes and a hint of fang peeped just beneath his upper lip, he still remained the most beautiful monster she'd ever seen.
Bonnie swayed from side to side. She placed her free hand on Kol's chest to steady herself. The contact only made her feel even more off balanced. What the unholy fuck was wrong with her? Ever since the previous night, things she'd normally kept in pocket now spun wild and free out of her control.
She no longer held any power over her zone. Her body did whatever the hell it wanted. Fantasies of the Mikaelson siblings consumed her brain. She'd even found herself questioning her sexuality. Fucking Rebekah! Sexy, blond, and statuesque Rebekah…the fuck! Oh yeah, her issues were real.
"Is your mother home?" She needed to have a serious conversation with Esther, and then put all things Mikaelson in her rearview.
"A thousand apologies, darling." He placed a hand on the small of her back, before drawing her lower half closer to his. The nice sized bulge in his jeans forced her breath to catch. "Mother and my dullard of a brother are out calling on the influential residents of Mystic Falls. They won't return until later this evening."
"Well, I'd better go," she said, moving to back out of his grasp.
His grip on her hand tightened even as his palm slipped from the dip in lower back. "Rubbish, you've only just arrived. Moreover, there's something you really must see before you take your leave."
Without giving her a chance to refuse, he took advantage of their clasped hands and tugged her deeper into the mansion. They walked for several minutes until reaching a pale yellow room. Inside, he guided her through a set of cut glass doors that led outside to the back of the estate. She gasped. A palatial pool dominated at least three and a half acres of the area. The lagoon styled theme featured a grotto about an acre away from the house. And as much as she craned her neck to see inside, the foamy water fall which poured over the cave like opening concealed the contents of the enclosure from view.
"Worry not, your exquisiteness," Kol said, casting a glance at her over his shoulder. "We'll have ample opportunity to explore every clandestine location this estate has to offer. You have my word."
Her eyes rolled as she wondered exactly how many times he'd ever heard the word no in his life. "Where are you taking me, Kol?"
"Patience, darling. It's not much farther now," he said, while guiding her around the grotto towards one of three over water bungalows.
He skillfully maneuvered her over the stone and planked bridge that led into the Maldives inspired pool house. Well damn! What a silly Bonnie she'd turned out to be. She'd happily hopped into a trap of Kol Mikaelson's making. Now there she stood in the center of a bungalow cloaked in shadows waiting for whatever he deemed fit to come next. A moment later a soft glow from the track lighting flooded the inside of the hut.
"So what did you have to show me?" She asked, her gaze never straying from the queen sized mattress laying on a solid cherry wood platform.
Kol placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her in the opposite direction of the bed. The sight which greeted her motivated a crap ton of oxygen to invade her lungs. She stumbled and fell back into the youngest Mikaelson son.
"Well, what do you think of my surprise, darling? Assure me it's exactly what you desired."
"Kol…"
Her voice trailed off, because she didn't know what the hell to say. What could one say about two lingerie clad women tongue kissing on a chaise lounge in a corner of the room? Especially, when they both appeared absolutely oblivious of their surroundings. She tried to turn around to give them at least the illusion of privacy, but Kol held her in place.
"Attend Celeste and Amerie, Bonnie," he whispered next to her ear. "They've cast aside their midday duties to execute this highly stimulating demonstration for you. Least you can do is observe."
He placed his hands on her hips as he nipped at her earlobe. "Hmm…," she moaned.
Slowly, his hands slid up her hips to grip her waist. "Bonnie, do you see how Amerie responds to the softness of Celeste's lips? The breathy sound Amerie makes when Celeste relinquishes her mouth in favor of dusting open mouth kisses over the column of her neck. Ah, and what of her hands," he murmured before pressing a kiss behind her ear.
A gasp pushed itself free of her mouth as one of his hands stroked her lower abdomen. "Kol…" She called his name with the full intention of telling him to stop, but she was too caught up in her voyeurism to put any actual sincerity behind the word.
When Amerie straddled Celeste's lap and slowly began to grind, Celeste's low throaty groan motivated Bonnie to squeeze her thighs together and slowly sway her hips from side to side in hopes of easing the aching throb building within the center of her core.
Kol's right hand slid up her stomach to palm her left breast. He applied pressure to her cotton encased nipple with the pad of his thumb. "Have a look at the expression of rapture on Amerie's face. How do you think it feels to her when she grinds her crotch into Celeste's entrancing undercarriage?" Bonnie's eyes rolled backwards as she continued to wind her hips, desperate to relieve the pounding. "Do you imagine it feels as good to her as when Bekah did the same to you?" The thought of her denied orgasm brought hot tears to her eyes.
His left hand slid down her lower abdomen until his thumb rested on the button of her jeans. Gently, he nudged her head to the side. When she'd bared her neck to him, he began nursing the exposed skin at her throat. He paused every so often to nip at the over sensitized area until her moans bounced off the walls of the bungalow and serenaded them in surround sound.
Celeste yanked Amerie's breast free of the lace bra. The sight of Celeste's pointy pink tongue teasing Amerie's dusky taut nipple morphed her longing moans into mournful whimpers. "Darling, lend me your consent and I'll pay homage to each of your breasts in painstaking detail."
Before she could consider his offer, his hand slid into her underwear. She opened her mouth to protest, but snapped it shut again when his finger found the magical button nestled between her pop rocker's lips. The pleasure jolt that ripped through her body damn near tore in two. Kol lifted her in his arms, and then tossed her onto the bed. She bounced once before she sank into the downy mattress.
He towered over her from the side of the bed. His voracious stare travelled over every inch of her. On conclusion of his evaluation, he raised his hand and made a circular gesture with his finger. "Rotate your body until you achieve the ideal angle to resume watching Celeste and Amerie, darling."
"I'd rather watch you…"
She propped herself on her elbows to lose herself in his chocolate browns. After a moment of visually eye fucking him, she tossed her head in the direction of the now bare assed females. Amerie had her head buried between her lover's thighs, while Celeste murmured nonstop in French. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip as fingers found the nipple Kol had so mercilessly teased.
"I'd rather watch you doing that to me," she managed to force out on the heels of a raspy sigh.
Dark veins writhed beneath his lower lids, reminding her of the vision she'd seen earlier. She blinked, sure her eyes and lust had played her. It was merely her subconscious way of granting her darkest desires. To be taken down fast and hard by a beautiful ruthless monster. The beat of her heart began to imitate the drumline from Destiny's Child, Lose my Breath.
"Remove your clothing," he said as he challenged her with that face, those eyes, and a zipper full of major wood. Challenged accepted. She snatched her shirt over her head, and then shifted her hips to wiggle out of her jeans.
He leaned forward to place his hands on hers. Leaning even further into her, he angled his mouth next to her ear. "Completely disrobe." His finger slid under her bra strap. "There should never be anything," he pressed an open mouth kiss to her shoulder, "or anyone between you and I." He moved his hands around to finger the clasp at her back. "May I, darling?"
"Please." Her head bobbed. "Get me the fuck out of this thing."
"Hmm." He leaned away to consider her expression with penetrating eyes that seared. "I count the seconds until you allow me the privilege of savoring your depraved tongue." Clever nimble fingers unclasped her bra. "If the explicit succulent muscle is truly as wicked as I deduce it to be, then I'll be entirely besotted with the sharp little thing by the time we're forced to part."
She laughed. More at herself than him. How was this even happening between them? The word easy didn't apply to her. Not emotionally, physically, and damn sure not sexually. People who knew her would no doubt describe her as a mess of contradicting complexities. Yet, there she sat in nothing but her bra and a pair of jeans impatiently waiting to be consumed and eventually invaded by Kol Mikaelson of all people. She didn't even like conceited guys. Yet, there she kicked it with the youngest Mikaelson son who, coincidently, had self-centeredness down to a fucking science.
Bonnie's lips ensnared his. He hummed his surprise at her forwardness, but being an expert on all things freak nasty he still stuck the landing by sliding his tongue into her mouth. In slow deliberate strokes the soft flesh tangled with hers as his hands worked to move the straps of her bra down her arms. Once the undergarment hit the floor, he released her mouth to press wet kisses down her neck and over her chest until he was face to nipples with her breasts. He grasped both of them in the palms of each of his hands, and then squeezed. She mewled. The contrast of his cool palm on her searing skin snatched salt water from her eyes.
Good, gawd! She had to own this man! She grabbed a fist full of his silky brown hair and tried to bring his face—but more importantly his mouth—closer to her breasts. He, however, refused to budge and she nearly clawed gouges into his scalp for his defiance.
Frustration moved her to pull his hair. Hard. He didn't even fucking flinch! "Kol…" Her plea slid from her lips wrapped in a whine.
As the tiny veins continued to writhe under the skin beneath his eyes, her pop rocker drooled its approval.
"Speak my name again," he demanded before grazing a nipple with the tip of his tongue.
"Kol, please," she squeaked.
An unrepentant smirk desecrated his mouth. He then squeezed her breasts together and began tonguing each of her nipples. That's when the babbling started. She wasn't sure if she spoke an actual language or gibberish. Truth was, she didn't fucking care. His mouth, eyes, and hands, had a choke hold on her mental.
After he'd licked, sucked, and nibbled her nipples into two aching rigid bits, he released his hold on her breasts. Ignoring her whimpered pleas, he straightened from his crouch. His heated stare travelled over her until he reached her feet. Faster than her damn eyes could move, Kol took hold of the hem on her pants and snatched her jeans from her body in a single move. He'd even managed to snag her Fruit of the Looms' tightey whiteys.
Dropping the jeans and underwear on the floor, his stare moved to claim possession of her bare naked body. With a slightly wrinkled brow, pursed lips, and an expression made for the sole purpose of coaxing reluctant consent, he gazed down at her.
After several moments of deliberation he spoke, "You'll require a safe word. Do you have a preference?"
"How about stop?" She asked, beginning to feel just a little self-conscience.
"How about not," He responded in a tone tinged with condescension.
She grabbed the edge of the duvet, and then pulled the suede material over her stark naked frame. "Why not? It's simple enough. And why the hell do I need a safe word if you don't? Yeah, I may be small but I'm packed tight and I can definitely bring the pain if the situation calls for a vicious take down."
The many freaky downloaders on the fifty-eleven online porn sites had educated her well on how to talk the talk even if she hadn't necessarily walked it out yet.
"Ha," he released a bemused chuckle, "select another."
She scoffed, and then her eyes narrowed to slits. "How about wait or even better…not tonight?"
"Darling, you're too extraordinary to suffer with such an obscene lack of imagination." He reached down and wrapped a hand around her ankle. With a tug he snatched her to the edge of the mattress, causing her to leave the cover of the duvet behind. "Stop, wait, no, don't…you'll be bellowing that twaddle quite frequently throughout the duration of our time together. Furthermore, those are the infantile terms I tend to ignore. But worry not, I'm well practiced in assigning words of safety."
"Wait, what-,"
He licked the pad of his thumb, and then slid the digit between the lips of her pop rocker. When his finger connected with her pearl she almost swallowed her tongue. He swung a scrutinizing stare to the ceiling. As he murmured random words to himself, he continued to manipulate her magical little button. Nonsense spilled from her mouth the closer she came to reaching the peak of the pressure building inside of her.
Two respiration cycles before her fragmenting world shattered into jagged shards, Kol's eyes flared, and his thumb stopped moving. "Ah, I have it, darling."
His decadent brown stare reclaimed hers. Once he had her drowning is those bottomless depths, he shoved two fingers inside of her. Pain tore the mounting pleasure spasms from her grasp.
"Kol!" She hissed.
"Nulla misericordia," he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. "Those are the words you'll speak when my…appetites threaten to pilfer air from your lungs."
"Nulla whaaa," His fingers began to move in and out of her in long even strokes. "Ooh, Kol…ooh, shi-iiidddd." Once again, when she'd almost reached the end of her suffering, he curved her and withdrew his fingers.
"Many apologies, but I fear I'm inappropriately overdressed." In a blink of an eye Kol removed his clothes. Seriously, she blinked and he stood before her wearing nothing but skin.
What the unholy fuckery? "How'd you…"
"Shh." He settled himself in the space between her open thighs, and then until the hard length of his wrist (because she knew like hell it wasn't his penis) slipped between the lips of her pop rocker. "Well isn't Nik the lucky bastard," he grunted under his breath.
"Who's, Nik?" She whispered
"A living and breathing parody of regality who's not a compelling enough distraction to interrupt the seeking of our carnal pleasure." He plunged his tongue in her mouth, moving it in deep sweeping motions as he rocked his hips against hers.
His good boy slid over her slit to connect with her clit. She moaned into his mouth and he deepened the kiss. For several minutes he plundered her mouth, while he tweaked her nipples between his fingers. In full fledge savage mode, he plunged the bell head of his rod against her pop rocker.
A multitude of images wam-bammed her mind. Visions of them in various sexual positions flooded her thoughts until her head swam. Something stirred within the deepest darkest parts of her. The thrumming coiled energy slowly unwound itself. Dark currents pulsed throughout her body to mingle with the sensual pressure building within the walls of her core and lower abdomen. Her entire frame vibrated. Fuck, he would explode her ass yet! Afraid she'd suffocate, she broke the kiss. Something sharp sliced her bottom lip when she tore her mouth from his.
Kol growled. More hot liquid gushed from her slit. The speed of his thrusts increased. Moans and whimpers fell from her mouth without even a smidgen of shame. A tangled in a mess of indiscernible sound. What the hell was her beautiful monster doing to her? She opened her eyes to visually devour him. The veins in his face still squirmed just beneath the surface of his skin, but now they also affected his eyes. His irises damn near drowned in a pools of red. Even unmasked as a demon, he still took her breath away.
She reached up to run the pads of her thumbs over his upper cheeks. He turned his face into her touch and licked the palm of her hand. Spasms attacked the walls of her core as she huffed and puffed her way to a major blow out. Her fingernails raked layers from his back even as she tumbled a little further into him.
He leaned down and drew his tongue over her oozing bottom lip. "Sweetness, you're unquestionably luscious. I'm bloody tempted to drain you."
"What are you?" She whispered, attempting to stave off the overwhelming erotic force that threatened to blow her mind apart.
Before she allowed herself to die by an end of his making, she wanted to know him. No, scratch that, she needed to know the thing she'd been compelled to want…to need.
"Who would you have me be, darling?" He slowly descended her body pressing cool open mouthed kisses along the way. "Your possessor…instructor…ruler…your lover. In what role would you cast me?" When he reached her pop rocker, he grabbed one of her thighs and placed it over his shoulder, while jacking the other up so far her knee touch her waist.
"Who you are is not what I mean, but I think you already know-,"
His mouth covered her pop rocker and a tenth of a second later his tongue slid over her clit. The mammoth of all orgasms slashed her spidey senses to shreds. Her body popped and locked so hard it threatened to dislodge her joints from their sockets. Tiny pleas shot from her lips. Yet, none were the safe word she needed to put an end to her exquisite misery.
The exact moment she knew she couldn't take another wave of pleasure, he shoved his index and middle finger inside of her. Her core contracted and released around his fingers as the second orgasm descended on her. She screamed, while attempting to pull her middle from Kol's punishing tongue and devious fingers. The nails on his free hand punctured her hips, determined to keep her in place.
Bonnie's mind spun as she passed beyond her threshold for pleasure. She now writhed in the realm of, just put me out of my fucking ecstasy. Almost as if Kol had heard her silent plea, he pulled his mouth from her convulsing center. Her tortured senses gave birth to a sigh and just when her instincts perceived the possibility of survival, he turned rabid. In all of his monstrous glory he perforated her femoral artery with a set of fully extended…fangs? What the fuck? Her vision tunneled. The sight of Kol gnawing happily on her thigh dwindled until nothing remained but blackness and death inspired silence.