Darkest Temptations
Chapter Thirty: The Wild One
Klaus Mikaelson
When I got married, it felt as if nothing about me had changed; everything seemed to remain the same, at least for the first twenty-four hours. But soon, I realized subtle changes were happening within me. I had a new family now—one I was an integral part of and one I needed to protect. From the outset, my family understood that I wasn't the kind of man who would be home each night at five o'clock. It wasn't who I was, and it never would be. I had ambitions that stretched beyond the typical expectations. Besides wanting to grow my family, I dreamed of building an empire. Megastores might not have been something that captured attention initially, but they were needed here in Utah. This realization transformed them into a vital component of the personal arsenal I was assembling. I envisioned a future where these stores would stand as a testament to my dedication and foresight.
My ambition was not just for myself but for those I cared about. I wanted to create a legacy—something that could provide security and prosperity for my family. As a plural husband, I knew that balancing my personal aspirations with my family responsibilities was crucial. Each step I took was with the aim of nurturing both my family and my dreams. I was determined to succeed. The path I had chosen was not an easy one, but it was a journey I was willing to undertake. My ambition was a driving force, propelling me forward even when obstacles loomed large. I wanted my family to look back and see that every decision I made was with their well-being in mind. I was committed to ensuring that this life I was building would be one of meaning and fulfillment for all of us. Sometimes in order to move forward, decisions have to be made that aren't always easy; lies are part of everyday life, and they were certainly part of mine since the moment I set foot in Sandy for the first time. I'd been lying about my feelings for Caroline, my attraction for Elena, and my unexpected bond with April; each of them was capturing a different part of me, and I wanted each of them in my life and in my bed. But none of them, not even Caroline, who I loved more than she knew, were aware of the ambition, greed, lust, and desire that burned within the hybrid side of me.
I'd wanted more from Elena and April physically; I'd been feeding my hunger with Caroline. I'd slept with her every chance I had, and she did calm the storm threatening me, yet it wasn't enough since we returned to Utah. I loved her wholeheartedly; there was no doubt about that, but there also was no doubt over the hybrid within me and its strength. I needed more; I wanted more, and I'd spent far too long pretending like I didn't. I would never dream of forcing myself on any of them; I was nothing like my father; he'd slept with every woman in our village and done so with a song in his heart and a sick, smug grin upon his lips.
I am nothing like him.
This morning I'd confronted Vickie, gotten the answers I required from her, and in doing so was presented with the opportunity to eliminate her from our lives. She'd left of her own accord without so much as a goodbye, which told me all I needed to know. She would keep the secret, and I would allow her to continue to live; she'd left with nothing but a bus ticket and a suitcase. I'd not given it a second thought at first; she hadn't been a part of my vision for us, and she had no place within our future. She was, however, walking around with a target on her back; everyone from the other side, including my own mother, would be after her; they might even try haunting her if they could. Without me around, she had no idea as to the threat she was under.
I'd come home from the diner, saw my wives, and unexpectedly found myself taking Caroline upstairs to our bedroom. That's when it happened, when my Caroline got down on her knees; that's when, for the first time, I envisioned someone else; suddenly it wasn't Caroline wrapping her pink lips around my cock but Vickie. Since then I'd not been able to get the image of her out of my head; even now I found myself driving home and hardening to the thought of her full lips and that tongue of hers that had been on the verge of exploding with the slightest flicker.
Fantasizing about her wasn't what brought me to the bus station to stop Vickie from leaving. The poor girl had no idea as to the trouble she was in; from the other side, she thought she would be the only one to find a loophole, but that was far from true. I knew there would be others, especially in a town such as Mystic Falls, where barriers were broken each day without a thought from the witches casting the spells or the vampires delighting in the latest victim.
Vickie hadn't said anything else as I drove her back this morning; in fact, when I pulled up in front of her house, she'd even taken off her seatbelt before I reached the sidewalk. She didn't hustle out of the car; she did, however, ensure that nothing more was said between us before she made her way back into her house. She hadn't expected me to come back for her; I could tell by the way she was acting, and I wasn't sure how to handle her reaction.
She had no idea as to the fact that I'd fantasized about her, that I'd told her to swallow my cock and to drink my cum, and she would never know. I might have been a monster, but I would never do that to Caroline. I'd sooner die by the hands of all my enemies than allow Caroline to know that our sacred time together had my thoughts occupied by another. Vickie could easily use this knowledge as a weapon too, which I would not allow. In fact, no one would know about my thoughts or my actions this morning.
I felt certain Vickie would keep her mouth shut; she wouldn't want the others to know her true reasons for escaping Mystic Falls with us, and I was content enough in keeping her secret for now. Besides, she'd already proven she could keep a secret; no one besides Elena suspected in the slightest that I had warned her to keep away from my wives when she first arrived. I felt confident in her abilities to return to business as normal; it was just one of many tasks ahead of her as we moved forward.
I returned that night around seven, pulling up the driveway and cutting the engine inside the garage, waiting for the doors to close fully before stepping out. Caroline had the station wagon parked inside already, and there were a few more flattened boxes in the corner, all ready to go. It was a clear sign she'd been unpacking some more today. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for not being there to help her, but work had been relentless. I opened the backseat to retrieve my suit jacket, draping it carefully over my arm. I glanced around, taking in the organized chaos of our garage. It was used for two cars and storage with space to spare. My garage in April's house was more of a gym for me, and Elena's garage was just full of moving boxes, which were a pain in the ass.
As I opened the adjoining door from the garage to the kitchen, the unmistakable aroma of steak greeted me, enveloping the room in warmth and comfort. The subtle glow of white pillar candles, each resting on delicate clear glass coasters, dotted the countertops, creating a serene and inviting ambiance without being overpowering. The only other light source was the soft under-cabinet lighting, casting a gentle, warm glow that perfectly suited the evening.
Caroline stood by the fridge, gracefully gathering ice and pouring it into a glass jug. Her appearance had transformed since the morning; she had exchanged her white dress for a short pink one, adorned with a few delicate frills. The simplicity of the dress highlighted her natural elegance, and it seemed to have been made just for her. As I watched her, the room felt both intimate and tranquil, a perfect setting for the evening ahead.
She looked up at me then, a small smile upon her lips. "Hey."
"Hello, love," I said as I set my suit jacket down on the countertop.
I made my way up behind her, sliding my hand across her hip while I inhaled deeply against her skin. She was intoxicating. I wanted to stay close to her for a few moments longer; I wanted to savor the moment with her, and I knew if I went any further, I would lose myself in her completely. I couldn't, not tonight. I had other plans.
"You didn't forget—" Caroline paused when my lips met hers. "It's family night, did you?"
"No," I murmured, before kissing her again.
She pulled away slightly, but only enough to look me in the eyes. "Steaks," she said, brushing her fingers against the stubble along my jawline.
"Sounds good."
I brushed my lips against hers. "Hi."
"Hi," she said softly.
She looked beautiful in the candlelight. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her expression held nothing but peace. I loved that about her; even though she was the one who wanted this dinner, I knew it was her way of trying to put the past behind us, or the memory of previous family nights. The girls had made a pact that twice a month, we'd come together as a family over a meal. Our earlier attempts hadn't exactly been seamless. I remember storming out during our first dinner—it was too much, too soon. The second attempt had ended in a heated argument between Elena and me. By the third dinner, we found ourselves confronting a culinary disaster, courtesy of April: a dish somehow both burnt and undercooked.
Yet, with time, we found our rhythm. These gatherings weren't about rehashing our days or dissecting the state of our marriages. They became about forging a path forward, crafting plans that ensured our safety and nurtured our growth as a plural family. It was about creating new memories, ones that spoke of resilience and unity. As I looked at her now, I felt a sense of gratitude for these moments and the journey they represented.
"How do you know when these things are cooked anyway?" I heard April ask as she entered from the backyard then.
Caroline and I continued to kiss, and April continued to speak behind us. This is what I credited April for: she was the most modest when it came to being physical with me, and yet she didn't bat an eyelid when she walked in on me being physical with Caroline.
"She might have burnt them," Elena said as she followed April inside. "I had a timer set."
Elena was carrying a tray of foil-covered potatoes, and as she moved through the kitchen, she glanced my way, the two of us sharing a smile, which I did not return to her. When Elena turned her back to me, then facing the counter behind her as she worked on whatever she had before her, I noted the short skirt she'd chosen to wear tonight. I liked it, and so did my cock. It was a good look for her, but it wasn't what I liked her to wear in public; I liked this alone in our bedroom, and she knew it was to test my patience.
Elena turned back around then, facing me as she lifted the foil from the potatoes. "How was work?"
"Busy." I replied through gritted teeth.
I let go of Caroline as she and April began to discuss something behind me as I made my way over towards Elena, who was chopping up some parsley. I placed my hands between her waist and the counter, effectively pinning her in place as I pressed myself against her backside.
"What the hell are you wearing?" I whispered into her ear.
"Oh, nothing," she said before looking at me from the corner of her eye. "It's just something I threw on."
I tightened my grip on her, pressing my lips against the curve of her neck. She tried to squirm away from me, but I didn't let up; I wanted her to know I was here to stay.
"Are you trying to provoke me?"
"I don't know," Elena said innocently. "Is it working?"
"You wish." I growled into her ear before turning back to Caroline and April by the oven.
They were completely unaware we were fighting; they had never known Elena was on the pill or that she'd been underneath me. She was worried they'd judge her, that all it took was less than a year for her to forget about Stefan and bend over; she felt ashamed and guilty, and I knew she would continue to feel that way until she decided to stop lying to them. I, however, couldn't care less; she was mine now. She wasn't hiding that fact from me; she couldn't hide anything from me.
Caroline looked at me then, "Before you even ask, yes, I told her about family night."
She was referring to Vickie, of course, which was a relief for me; I doubted I could explain family night without rolling my eyes; it sounded like one of those boring activities you had to attend as a teenager, and I always hated those.
"What did she say?" I asked as I gestured to April to join me where I stood by the large kitchen island; I had no interest in discussing Vickie.
"She said she's fine with it," April replied as she placed a stack of plates onto the countertop. "She's going to prepare the salad."
"How long do I have?" I asked Caroline as I leaned down toward April's lips, kissing her for a moment before pulling back.
"Not too long," Caroline said as she moved in behind me and brushed her hand across my lower back as she did without April noticing as she headed outside.
"What are you—" I paused as April kissed me again, "So happy about?"
April's smile wavered for a moment, a flicker of something unspoken passing between us. "Uh, nothing, just had a good day," she replied with a slight shrug, her eyes dancing with a secret that she was holding close.
"Is that right?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I placed my hands on her hips. I could feel the intensity of Elena's gaze burning into my back, a silent demand for attention that I chose to ignore, focusing instead on the warmth of April's body pressed against mine.
"Well, yeah. It was pretty great," April continued, her eyes meeting mine with an expectant look as if I should already be in on whatever had made her day so exceptional. "Really something," she added, her voice carrying a hint of excitement that was hard to miss.
"Well," I began, "I'm glad you had a good day."
"That makes two of us," Elena muttered as she walked by me and April.
"Where are you going?" I called after her.
Elena didn't respond, and I turned back towards April, who was still in my arms.
I leaned down, and she pulled back, smiling, "We can't kiss in Caroline's kitchen." She whispered to me.
"Why not?" I asked her.
"I don't know, it's just weird." April replied as she shook her head at me before turning away from me.
I let her go, watching her as she walked towards the backyard, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I sighed to myself, knowing full well why April wouldn't kiss me in here; the kitchen was Caroline's territory, and as such we had all made an unspoken agreement to never act intimate in here. We all had our own rooms, and they were the only places we could act intimate, but here, in the kitchen, this was Caroline's domain, and we respected that.
I stepped outside with them, finding Caroline alone in the small patio area just outside, directly outside our kitchen door. The picnic bench that had been here since we moved in was draped with a white tablecloth; there were fresh pink roses in the center of the table, along with a few pillar candles in clear glass candle holders. The girls each made something in their own houses on these particular nights and then brought them over here, where they made the finishing touches for the meal.
As I walked past Caroline, I couldn't help but feel the tension in the air. Her subtle reminders were anything but subtle, and I knew she was struggling with the situation. "What time did you tell her?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light, hoping that we could navigate this evening without any more friction.
Caroline didn't meet my eyes. Her voice was calm, but I could sense the underlying emotion. "I'm not her keeper," she replied, a slight edge to her words. Then she added, almost as an afterthought, "Besides, don't you have somewhere to be?" Her raised brow told me everything I needed to know about her feelings.
I paused, taking in her expression. There was a mixture of disapproval and resignation that I couldn't ignore. I wanted to ease her discomfort, to find a way to make her feel more at peace with our complicated life. But tonight wasn't the night for that conversation. Instead, I nodded and gave a small, understanding smile, hoping it conveyed that I recognized her struggle and respected her position.
As I prepared to leave, I pondered the complexities of our relationship and the delicate balance we constantly tried to maintain. Caroline's subtle reminders were a reminder of the life we had chosen and the challenges that came with it. I knew I had to find a way to reassure her, to show her that her feelings mattered just as much as anyone else's. But for now, all I could do was acknowledge her words and promise myself that we would find a moment to talk, to truly understand each other, and to strengthen the bond that sometimes felt stretched too thin.
"Caroline—"
Caroline's eyes shifted from mine to the left before she looked back at me. "Right on time."
I turned my head, looking to see Vickie crossing the backyards towards us in a stunning, skin-tight, white bodycon dress that hugged her figure perfectly. She was carrying a clear glass salad bowl in her right hand. Without difficulty, she walked with confidence and grace as she approached us.
I found myself transfixed by her beauty, by the way the moonlight glinted off her long brown hair and the way her eyes shone like sapphires. I couldn't look away. She was captivating. As she drew closer, I could see the delicate flush and was able to breathe in her perfume, which was like an intoxicating mixture of vanilla and jasmine. It was subtle yet seductive, and I knew I would never be able to get enough of it. To my surprise, however, Vickie didn't look my way, nor did she appear to avoid my gaze at the same time.
"Before you ask, yes, I remembered that she—" Vickie pointed at April's house "Is allergic to peppers."
Vickie set the bowl down on the table next to the other food before she stood back up, turning to Caroline, who nodded.
"Good," Caroline said. "I'll be right back."
Caroline left me alone with Vickie. I was hardening at the sight of her, the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts, which were threatening to burst out of that dress. Her eyes were cast downwards as if she was ashamed, and yet there was a defiant spark in her that seemed to burn brighter with each passing second. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and it was taking all my willpower to resist reaching out and touching her.
But then, before I could decide what to do, Vickie looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine with a fierce intensity that took my breath away.
I wouldn't allow her to see she had an effect on me; instead, when April joined us, I made my way over to Vickie, who was organizing the salad tongs as I approached her. I leaned in close, feeling the heat of her body and the faintest hint of her perfume as I kissed her cheek.
"Good evening," I said softly against her ear.
"Hi," Vickie said almost shyly.
I pulled back then, turning away from Vickie and April, who were giving me a curious look but remained silent as I made my way towards the end house, Vickie's house, leaving the two girls alone together.
Just as I reached the edge of Elena's backyard, she stepped out from her house carrying a chilled bottle of sparkling water in one hand and a glass pitcher of fresh lemonade in the other.
"Where are you going?" Elena asked as she eyed the dark path behind me.
"Where do you think?" I asked as I stopped.
Elena glanced behind us at Vickie's house, then back at me again. "You're leaving them alone with her? That's a terrible idea."
"Why?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral even as the frustration rose within me.
"Because she's unpredictable," Elena hissed as she lowered her voice. "And we don't know anything about her plans."
"Her plans?" I repeated, my incredulity evident.
"She might try to convince them to leave." Elena said in a low, urgent tone.
I couldn't help but chuckle at Elena's comment; she was truly paranoid when it came to Vickie, which was ridiculous. I didn't know if Vickie planned on doing that; she wouldn't have kept a bus ticket with her this whole time.
"Are you saying Caroline and April are gullible enough to listen to her?"
"No," Elena replied as she pursed her lips, "But it's still a risk we shouldn't take."
"What do you want me to do then?" I asked.
"Take her off the schedule," she suggested in a low, husky voice.
I stared at her for a long moment, taking in her expression, trying to read the emotions flickering behind her eyes. "No."
"Why not?" Elena demanded, her voice rising slightly.
"Because you're being ridiculous," I said, my exasperation clear.
"Fine," Elena said as she lifted her chin slightly. "If you won't do anything about her, I will."
With that, she brushed past me, her shoulder bumping into mine as she did. I hooked my hand around her forearm as she passed, spinning her back around to face me. I pulled her close to me, our bodies pressed together as I looked into her eyes. I could feel the heat radiating from her, and I could see the passion burning in her gaze. She wanted this; she wanted me.
"If you want me to take Vickie off the schedule, then you're forgetting who runs this thing."
"I know who runs it." Elena whispered to me.
"Then what do you want?" I asked.
Elena met my eyes then, her gaze filled with intensity and determination. "You."
I couldn't help but smile at her comment; she wasn't wrong.
"Is that right? How much?"
Elena's brows furrowed at my response before realization dawned on her, and she rolled her eyes at me. "Of course you'd be thinking about sex at a time like this."
"I'm always thinking about sex," I said, my voice low and husky as I leaned down. "With you."
Elena gasped at the sensation, her body responding to me in a way that I found intoxicating.
"You're distracting me," Elena breathed out, her voice heavy with desire.
"I know," I said, my voice low and rough. "And you love it."
Elena's eyes fluttered closed, her body shuddering beneath mine as she succumbed to the pleasure of my touch. I knew she was close to giving in, but I also knew that she was too stubborn to let me win so easily. But touching her was what she wanted, and I refused to give her what she wanted until I got what I wanted.
"Too bad it's not your night." I said to her.
Elena's eyes snapped open, the fire within them blazing brightly. She pulled herself away from me then, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"You're an asshole," she said as she turned away from me.
I couldn't help but grin as I watched her walk away from me and towards the picnic table. I turned back towards Vickie's house, retrieving my keys from my pocket as I did before, letting myself inside.
The lights inside were off, which I didn't mind. I made my way upstairs to one of the few bathrooms, gargled some mouthwash, and washed my hands and face before making my way back downstairs again. Pushing my shirt into my trousers and straightening my collar after unbuttoning the first two buttons. I crossed the backyards, finding the picnic table empty, and I saw they were all in Caroline's kitchen together, talking and working amongst themselves. I took a seat at the far end of the table where I always did.
April stepped out from inside, then, smiling as she found me in my seat, she looked content, maybe a little tired but mostly content as she sat down two seats up on my right-hand side, where again she always did.
"You—" I paused, shaking my head, seeing her smiling face. "You're not telling me something."
April looked away for a moment before meeting my eyes again. "I tell you everything," she laughed. "Everything." She whispered a little reminder as to the secret of her virginity that only she and I shared.
I winked back at her, causing her to smile ear to ear as Elena appeared carrying a large serving platter of steaks as she set them down in front of me.
Vickie was the last one to appear, carrying steamed vegetables in a dressing.
Caroline took her seat to my right while Elena took her seat to my left, and April pointed to the seat beside Elena's for Vickie, who seemed puzzled by the seating arrangements. We'd always sat this way; we enjoyed subtle methods of embracing the old and new ways of plural marriage. We believed that the first and second wives should be nearest to the husband when the family sat together for a meal. It wasn't a rule, but it was our way.
I was about to pour myself a glass of water when April's voice stopped me.
"Klaus?"
I looked over at her, and she held up her hands, a subtle reminder of grace. This was another way and not a rule we lived by when it came only to family night. April came from a very religious background, and as such we had agreed to have a prayer before each family night meal.
I held out my hands for Caroline and Elena, and they took them into mine as Vickie reluctantly reached over to take April's hand with hers. April then placed her other hand into Caroline's. I brushed my thumb along Caroline's skin, making her smile as she bowed her head. Before I closed my eyes, I looked over at Vickie, who was looking at April as if this was the first time she'd ever prayed.
April didn't like anything too strong, but she did want me to say what needed to be said in order to bless our family, as she called it.
"Be with us as we move forward, reminding us to keep our faith strong and true. As we work together as a family, may our bonds become deeper and more meaningful, so that we may find unity in our differences," I said, opening my eyes to find my three wives eyes closed and their heads slightly bowed, but not Vickie's, who was staring at me. "And may we find strength to forgive our past and embrace what comes next."
I finished the prayer. I was greeted by April's bright smile. Her joy was infectious, and it momentarily shifted the weight of the world from my shoulders. She glanced over at Vickie, who seemed a bit overwhelmed by the moment, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.
"Now," I started, "let's eat." The table came alive as we passed around serving plates and bowls, filling our plates and savoring the warmth of the meal shared together. Caroline's conversation with Elena caught my attention.
"I'm going to take that dress back tomorrow," Caroline said to Elena.
"The hemline?" Elena asked, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yeah," Caroline replied. "It's too high, and it looks weird."
"I'm keeping that skirt we saw," Elena declared, a hint of defiance in her voice.
Caroline pursed her lips. "The one from the window display?"
Elena nodded, avoiding my gaze. It was clear someone had been making use of the credit cards I'd provided. I chose not to press the issue.
"It's fine," Elena said, a hint of finality in her tone. "I like it."
April chimed in, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "What about the boots?"
Elena sighed, conflicted. "I don't know; they were kind of expensive."
"They looked really good though," April assured her.
The conversation flowed around me, with Caroline leaning in closer. "It's the first of the month tomorrow," she reminded me, a gentle nudge in the rhythm of our lives.
I nodded. "I'll take care of it." Each month, I ensured Caroline had envelopes of money for my wives, along with the direct debit for household expenses. Caroline was the steward of our household, managing bills and keeping me informed. April, new to managing a home, needed my guidance. Elena's spending was noticeable but not concerning, though she still wrestled with the idea of using my money.
"Vickie, this is a great salad," April said, her voice breaking through the hum of conversation.
"Thank you," Vickie replied, her smile slight but genuine. She wasn't one to get overly excited about compliments, especially over a salad. Yet, her avoidance of my gaze was telling, a silent echo of the morning's events.
Caroline set down her knife and fork, wiping her lips with a napkin. She seemed unaware I was watching her. "I've actually been meaning to say something—"
April's smile lit up beside her, causing Caroline to pause and turn to her. "What?" she inquired.
April shook her head, still smiling. "Nothing, I just thought you were going to say something else."
Caroline, unconvinced, glanced at me before addressing the table. "I've decided to go to college. I'm going to start in the fall."
"What?" Elena's surprise was palpable. "What made you decide that?"
"Well, I've been thinking about it for a while," Caroline explained.
"You have?" I asked, intrigued by this new development.
She nodded. "Yeah, it was something I thought would be a good idea."
"I'm so proud of you," April said, her voice full of encouragement.
"How long have you known about this?" Elena asked, the tension between them simmering.
Caroline met her gaze. "A little while."
"You've never mentioned it to us," Elena pressed.
April interjected softly, "That's not true. She's mentioned it to me, I mean, just once or twice." Her voice trailed off.
"I just didn't expect this so soon. Did you arrange this before we went back to Mystic Falls?"
"No, of course not." Caroline clarified.
Elena looked my way, as if she was trying to gauge my reaction. "So what made you decide now?"
Caroline took a breath, and I could tell she was trying to compose herself. "I just think it's time for me to move on, to do something new."
There was an awkward silence as everyone considered Caroline's words.
"So, what are you going to study?" April asked.
Caroline smiled, the tension easing. "I'd like to be a teacher."
"That sounds great!" April enthused, and I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm.
"You'd be a really good teacher," I commented, drawing everyone's attention.
"You think so?" Caroline asked, her voice softening.
"Definitely," I assured her.
Vickie sniggered, drawing our attention.
"What's funny?" Elena asked, her tone accusatory.
Vickie shrugged. "Nothing, just thinking about Caroline teaching."
"And what's wrong with that?" Caroline demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Vickie smirked. "Nothing, I just don't think you have the patience for it."
Caroline bristled at Vickie's remark. "And why is that?"
Vickie leaned forward, her eyes focused on Caroline. "Because you're you."
I raised my hand, cutting off whatever response Caroline was about to give. "Enough."
Vickie had the decency to look away, though her defiant expression remained.
"What are you saying?" Caroline fought back.
Vickie smirked, shaking her head, almost debating with herself whether or not to say it. "You want to teach kids to read and write," Vickie took a sip of her water, "yet you can't even remember it was this one's first day at her new job." She pointed towards April.
I felt my stomach sink as I realized that Vickie was right; today was the first day at her job, and we had been so caught up in everything that I'd forgotten to ask her how her day went. I turned to face April, seeing the hurt and disappointment on her face.
"April," I started, but April stood up from the table, her chair scraping noisily across the ground as she did.
"Thank you for dinner, Caroline; it was lovely," April said as she gave a fake smile before leaving the table without another word.
"April-" I started standing up myself, but Elena placed her hand on my forearm to stop me.
"She'll be fine," Elena said softly to me.
"I didn't mean—" Caroline started, but Vickie cut her off.
"You never do," Vickie said.
"You think you're better?" Caroline said, getting up from her chair, her eyes burning into Vickie's, "You're a bitch."
Caroline turned and left just as quickly as I got up from my seat and made my way over to April's house, shutting the patio door behind me. She wasn't in the kitchen, the sitting room, or any of the bedrooms. I sighed, risking potential neighbors seeing me at her house when I opened the front door and looked out onto the porch, finding her sitting behind the framework, out of sight of the neighbors fully. I checked the street, finding it empty before I made my way over to her, taking a seat beside her. April had her knees pulled up to her chest, resting her chin on them. She sniffled, wiping away at her eyes as she tried to hide the fact she was crying.
I knew that I could be angry with Vickie, but it wouldn't solve anything. It wouldn't make April feel any better. All it would do is make things worse between all of us. April was sensitive; she was kind, caring, and loving. She was an innocent young woman who saw the best in everyone. I thought a relationship with her would be impossible, that her naive personality would drive me round the twist, yet it was positively the opposite; she grounded me, she balanced me, and most importantly, she reminded me of the importance of kindness.
I took a moment to compose myself, taking in the sight of the trees rustling in the gentle breeze and the faint chirping of the crickets. There was something about the peace and serenity of this place that calmed my soul and soothed my restless mind.
"Do you want to go for a walk?"
April sniffled and mustered a smile. "You know we can't; it's Vickie's night tonight."
I nodded my head, a part of me wanting to say fuck it, to take April by the hand and show her what it meant to have a real man take care of her needs. But I also knew that if I did that, it would only cause more trouble between Vickie and the rest of the family.
"I'm sorry—"
"Can we just not do that?" April begged softly, her voice ever gentle and true.
I nodded my head as I reached out, taking hold of her hand and giving it a squeeze. April rested her head against my shoulder; I felt her shudder, her body trembling as the tears came.
I hated seeing her like this; I hated seeing any of them like this, but April was the most sensitive one of them all.
"Why did she have to be so horrible about it?"
I sighed; I had no idea why Vickie seemed to enjoy hurting others or what made her so angry that she had to lash out at others. All I knew was that I had to do something about it.
"I don't know April, but I promise I will talk to her."
"Is Caroline okay?"
"Is Caroline okay?" I repeated before pinching the bridge of my nose.
This girl truly didn't have a selfish bone in her body.
"I don't know," I said honestly, "but I will check on her too."
"She was so happy, and Vickie just—" April sobbed again.
I felt my heart ache in my chest as I listened to April cry. I wished there was something I could say to make her feel better, but I knew it would just be meaningless words. All I could do was hold her and offer her comfort. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to me.
"We can't in public." She whispered, trying to pull away.
"We're not in public."
She hesitated for a moment before relaxing against me. I stroked her hair gently, feeling her breathing slow down as she calmed herself down.
I could have sat here with her all night; there was just something very calming about her presence.
I kissed her forehead. "I should have remembered," I said softly to her.
She pulled back, looking up at me. "What?"
"Today was your first day; I should have asked you how it went."
April shrugged her shoulders. "You've had a busy day too," she said, giving me a gentle smile.
I shook my head as I looked into her eyes. "Don't let anyone tell you that you're not important, April."
I'd never forgotten when April said, "I don't count." Her words had stayed with me every day since as a reminder that she mattered just as much as the others.
I gently wiped away a tear from her cheek, letting my thumb linger there for a moment, and offered her a reassuring smile. "Come on, let's get you inside. You must be cold," I suggested softly.
She shook her head, a touch of stubbornness in her voice. "I'm fine," she insisted.
I chuckled, feeling the warmth of her hands in mine as I helped her to her feet. "No, you're not," I replied, wrapping my arm around her shoulders. "You're shivering."
As we made our way back into the house, I decided to spin her around into my arms, taking care to move at a human pace. I knew how much vampire speed unsettled her. With one hand resting on her lower back and the other holding hers, I guided her gently.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at me with curiosity.
"Dancing with my wife, if she'll have me?" I replied, bowing slightly in a playful manner.
Her face lit up with a bright smile. "Yes."
We began slow dancing, moving in circles, laughter and giggles filling the air between us. Her laughter was infectious, and it lifted my spirits, making me feel better about everything that had happened.
"My first client," she began, a nostalgic tone in her voice. "It was this little old lady, Klaus. She was so sweet to me."
"Was she?" I asked, intrigued.
April nodded, her eyes glistening with fond memories. "I think she wanted someone to talk to. I hope I didn't talk too much."
"What did she talk about?"
"She was getting her hair done for her husband," April shared, her voice tinged with admiration. "It was his retirement party that night. How sweet is that? Like getting your hair done for your husband—it's just timeless."
I nodded, understanding the sentiment.
"She said the secret to a happy marriage is to remember the little things," April continued, resting her head against my chest. "She said she didn't love him half as much as she does now. Isn't that strange? Romantic yet strange?"
"It's not strange," I replied, a conviction in my voice. "It's true."
April lifted her head, her eyes searching mine. "How do you know that?"
"You really don't know?" I asked, a hint of teasing in my tone.
April shook her head, her curiosity piqued.
I smiled, leaning in slowly, giving her the chance to turn away if she wanted. But she didn't, and I pressed my lips to hers in a gentle kiss.
April let out a soft gasp of surprise as I pulled away, her face glowing with happiness.
"That's how I know," I said, my voice tender.
Her face lit up with a bright smile, and I could see the realization forming in her eyes. If she hadn't known she'd carved out a place in my heart over these months, she did now.
April pressed her lips together, as if to speak, "You know that I—"
"I know," I interrupted gently.
April sighed. "And I'm sorry that we still haven't—"
I shook my head, a look of admonishment on my face.
"Don't ever apologize for that, April," I said, my voice firm yet gentle. "Not ever."
"It's been seven months and—"
"It doesn't matter," I said, brushing aside her concerns. "What matters is that you're comfortable."
April nodded. "I did like, the other morning when you... you know."
I smirked. "I know," I teased gently, a hint of flirtation in my voice.
April's face flushed red, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She bit down on her lower lip before letting out a soft giggle.
"I thought about it all day," she confessed, her voice tinged with excitement before covering her face with both hands. "Oh my God, that sounded so slutty."
I chuckled, enjoying her embarrassment. "No, it didn't," I reassured her.
She uncovered her face, a sheepish grin on her face. "Maybe a little."
"So what's the problem then?" I asked, curious about her reasons for wanting to wait.
April sighed. "Can you not look at me when I say this?"
I let go of her hand and placed my palm on her cheek, cupping her face gently. "I'm not looking away," I assured her.
Her gaze dropped to the floor, her body tense as she searched for the right words.
"I know we've done things, but every time I think about going further... I remember we're not," April sighed heavily. "We're not technically married right now and—"
"I know, your religion—"
"No, we said it wouldn't be a thing." April whispered.
"And it's not," I said, bringing her hands up to my chest. "It's not being made a thing, but," I paused when she looked up at me, "Do you want us to be married first before anything else happens?"
April closed her eyes and scrunched her face up before nodding.
"That's okay."
April opened her eyes, relief evident in her face. "Really?"
I nodded my head. "Yes, really."
April let out a heavy breath before resting her head against my chest.
"Thank you, thank you," April jumped into my arms. "I know I'm a pain, but—"
I held her close, letting my hands run down her back soothingly. "You're not a pain."
"I am," April argued.
I chuckled, amused by her reaction. "No, you're not."
She pulled away from me. "I am; you've been so patient with me, and it's not like I don't want to; it's just, I was thinking we could," she hesitated, "on the honeymoon?"
I smiled. "If you want to."
"Do you want to?"
I nodded. "Of course I do."
"I was starting to worry that maybe you'd lost—"
I stopped her by bringing my lips to hers. I could taste the saltiness of her tears on my tongue. "I haven't lost anything, I promise."
Her expression softened, her eyes brimming with love as she looked up at me. "Promise?"
I nodded "Yes."
April reached up to wrap her arms around my neck, pressing her body close to mine, the warmth of her touch seeping through my clothes. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling the tension ease from my body. I felt her breathing slow down, her body relaxing as she settled into the embrace.
I rested my chin atop her head, closing my eyes for a moment. She smelled like fresh flowers and citrus, reminding me of summertime and lazy afternoons.
A sudden thought struck me, and I couldn't help but smile.
"What?" she asked, sensing my change in mood.
"Nothing," I said, shaking my head slightly.
"Tell me!" she demanded playfully.
I chuckled, the sound vibrating through my chest. "It's nothing," I insisted, my voice filled with amusement.
April released herself from my hold. "Right, it's um—"
"Vickie's night."
April smiled shyly. "You've got to go."
"I have."
April gave a little nod and stepped back to let me pass. As I reached the doorway, I turned back to look at her. She had her back turned to me, standing motionless, as if lost in thought.
"You sure you're okay?" I asked, concerned.
April turned to face me, her expression softening at my question.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, smiling brightly. "Thanks for the dance."
I returned her smile. "Anytime."
With one last look, I headed back to my house, feeling lighter than I had in days.
When April couldn't see me anymore, my smile dropped as I looked out across the backyards; the picnic table was almost clear of dishes, with only Elena clearing away the plates, her eyes locking with mine for a moment before turning away from me. She continued clearing the table, stacking the plates as I made my way over to her.
"Is she okay?" Elena asked as I reached her.
"She's okay; she's worried about Caroline."
Elena nodded her head. "I'm worried about her too," she sighed as she stacked the dishes onto the picnic table. "Caroline was really excited about going to college."
"I know, and I'm sure she'll still want to go," I stopped staring back at her. "You weren't exactly being a cheerleader over the idea either."
"Because it's a big step for all of us," Elena argued.
"It is," I agreed, "but that doesn't mean you have to make things difficult for her."
"I wasn't trying to make things difficult for her; I just wanted to understand why she'd suddenly decided to go back to school."
"That's her business, not yours."
"She's my best friend, and she's my sister wife."
"How about that you managed to say the words?" I mocked, causing Elena to huff.
"Why does everything have to be a battle with you?" Elena demanded.
"Me?" I scoffed, "You're the one who seems to be looking for an argument every chance she gets."
"No, I'm not."
"Really?" I challenged, "You think you have the right to be angry with me for going on the pill?"
I stepped forward. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you're not in love with him."
Elena glared at me for a moment before turning away. "I don't have to explain myself to you," she said, her voice strained.
I nodded my head, her response telling me everything I needed to know.
I locked eyes with her and shook my head.
"You have sex with me even though you're in love with Caroline," Elena whispered, crossing her arms. "It's such a double standard."
"I have sex with you because we are married; I have sex with her, and we're married."
Elena's eyes bore into mine, sharp and unyielding. Her words sliced through the air like a blade. "And don't even try to tell me you and April aren't—"
My heart thumped in my chest, but I kept my voice steady. "That's none of your business."
She took a step closer, her gaze never wavering. "Why are you so hell-bent on keeping your marriages a secret from me?"
A flicker of frustration sparked within me. "I'm not."
"Then tell me how long you and April have been—"
"I'm not discussing April with you," I hissed, my voice low and dangerous.
Elena's stare intensified, the silence between us stretching taut. Her eyes searched mine, relentless and probing, until she suddenly drew a sharp breath. "Oh my God," she gasped, as if the truth had been a shadow lurking just beyond her reach and now stood clear as day. "Are you in love with her?"
The question hung in the air, heavy and foreboding. I felt the walls closing in, the weight of her words pressing down. The room seemed to shrink, her accusation echoing in my mind. Each heartbeat was a drum, pounding out a rhythm of uncertainty. She had struck a nerve, and now there was no turning back.
"No."
I answered as truthfully as I could. I cared for April deeply, and I respected her immensely, but love? I couldn't say for certain, and I certainly wasn't about to risk our marriage by admitting anything otherwise.
Elena raised an eyebrow. "Really?" she asked, her voice filled with skepticism. "Because I think you are."
"You're wrong."
"Then why are you being so secretive about it?" Elena demanded.
I sighed heavily. "I'm not being secretive; I just don't see the point of sharing every detail of my life with you."
Elena's eyes flashed with anger, her words coming out in a harsh whisper. "I'm your wife."
"And I am not STEFAN!"
Elena jumped out of her skin when I yelled.
"I am not Stefan; I am not going to talk to you about my feelings and emotions and all that bullshit he did."
"Then what do you want?" Elena demanded.
"Right now?" I turned and walked off. "Not you."
I knew in that moment I couldn't go to Vickie's place; if I did, I would end up doing something stupid and blame Elena for it. I surprised myself when, on what felt like mere instinct, I returned to April's house, finding her sitting on the kitchen counter about to tuck into a box of crackers when her wide eyes met mine.
"Did you forget your phone?" she asked.
"No," I said softly, making my way towards her with my hand cast out before me. "Come with me."
April eyed me curiously, her expression changing from surprise to confusion.
"Where?"
I leaned in closer to her, my lips hovering just inches from hers. "Anywhere but here."
April bit down on her lower lip, her eyes glinting mischievously as she gazed at me. "What about Vickie?"
"April," I kissed her once lightly. "Come with me."
April Mikaelson
Klaus and I had collected our coats and left our phones behind at his request; the temperature had already begun to dip when we'd gotten into his car. I'd kept my head down until we were out of our street just to be sure, but afterwards I sat upright, not allowing the fear to get the best of me. Klaus didn't tell me where we were going when we left the house, only that he wanted to be with me on Vickie's night. I figured he just needed some distance after the fight at dinner, and I was open to talking about it and whatever else it was that had him looking so run down since we got back from Mystic Falls.
I looked up at the sky from the comfort and warmth of his car as he drove. "I love the stars; I've always loved them."
"Why?" Klaus asked, his voice soft and curious.
"They're always there; they might change on you, not always shine the way you want them to, but always—"
"Constant."
"Yeah." I nodded.
"You've not had a lot of constant." Klaus said out of nowhere, his voice full of concern and care.
"I don't think anyone has," I pointed out. "Life isn't meant to be easy."
"I wish it was."
I smiled. "You've had a rough couple of days."
"You're deflecting."
I sighed. "Maybe," I said, "but you said—"
"I said someday we'd talk about your father," Klaus said, cutting me off.
I turned my head to look over at him. "I know, but if you want to—"
"No," Klaus said sharply. "I want to talk about what happened to you."
I rested my head against the window. "He just didn't hold it together after my mom died," I paused trying to find the right words.
"It wasn't your fault."
"I know, but I just wasn't any help to him; I was so determined to be so different from the image he had in his mind about me that I just became a pain in the ass." I said only to cover my mouth. "Butt." I corrected myself.
Klaus smiled. "Don't worry about it; I like those slip-ups."
"It's a horrible habit."
"Not when you do it," Klaus shook his head. "It's funny."
"Anyway, I just kept pushing and pushing until he snapped; it was then he just shipped me off to boarding school," I drummed my nails against my knees. "They stuck books in my face; he stopped writing, and it remained like for..."
"Months?"
I just shook my head in response.
I forced a smile and looked his way. "I was okay; I mean that." I told him.
"I believe you."
"I made some really good friends, but sooner or later they went back to public school. And I just got tired of trying to make new ones," I paused, holding my breath for a second. "Then you know what happened."
My dad died after leaving me at boarding school for six years. I'd come back to Mystic Falls afterwards to tidy up his estate and enroll in Mystic Falls High. But instead, I'd moved here, become Klaus's third wife, and was in training at the salon. I'd never regretted my decision to be here; I was a polygamist and so proud I could burst.
"And then you met me."
I smiled. "You were very different from my first impressions of you."
"How so?" Klaus asked.
"You seemed a lot more serious, a bit more closed off, and well—"
"Arrogant," Klaus teased.
"Yes," I said, "and then you weren't so bad. You thought I was some sort of spy for the hunter, do you remember that?"
Klaus let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, I remember. I'm glad I was wrong."
I nodded my head. "Me too. I mean, what would you have done?" I asked curiously.
Klaus shrugged. "I don't know; I think I would have tried to seduce you into my bed."
"What?" I covered my mouth, giggling at the thought, "How can you just say that? Oh my god."
"It's just you and me here."
"I know, but still," I shook my head. "You're terrible."
"You like it."
"Oh, I do not; you're so bad." I covered my face with my hands, still giggling like a schoolgirl.
Klaus continued to drive, a smile on his face as his hand slid over mine, taking it into his own. We drove for about an hour before I finally asked if he would mind buying me something to eat. Klaus went to a drive-through, picking me up a cheeseburger and strawberry milkshake while getting a tall latte for himself. We drove clear out of Sandy; Klaus used the car's GPS to find us a park up in the mountains, which took us about another hour to get to. It was around eleven at night when we finally got there; it was completely dark save for a few stars in the sky, and the lights of the town were below us. It looked like Vegas from this height.
Klaus parked the car and turned it off before getting out and coming round to my side; he opened my door and helped me out before taking me by the hand and leading me over to a rock overlooking the valley. We sat down side by side, with my hands tucked between my thighs for warmth.
Klaus removed his coat and placed it over my shoulders. "Here."
"Are you nuts? You'll be freezing," I said, removing the coat and passing it back to him.
Klaus wrapped the coat around my shoulders, smiling when I reluctantly slipped my arms inside. The coat was still warm from his body heat, and I felt myself relaxing as his scent surrounded me.
Klaus smiled. "Better?" he asked.
"Not yet," I said before tucking right into his side, wrapping my arms around his middle while resting my head on his shoulder.
Klaus let his arm fall around me, drawing me close to him. His touch was gentle and tender, and I found myself leaning into him more and more until our bodies were pressed together.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" I spoke quietly, afraid to disturb the serenity of the moment.
Klaus nodded his head. "I know."
"I mean, I might not have the answers, but—"
"But you're here," he finished.
I lifted my head to look up at him. "Always."
Klaus looked down at me, his expression softening. "You really mean that, don't you?" he whispered.
"Yeah, of course."
He cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "My sweet girl," he murmured, his gaze never wavering.
I leaned into his touch, a flutter of warmth spreading through my body. His eyes held mine, steady and intense. I could feel the tension rising, the air between us becoming charged with electricity. It felt like time stood still, and everything else faded away, leaving just the two of us, alone in the world.
"April." Klaus whispered.
My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice, his accent sending shivers down my spine.
"Klaus."
He drew a sharp breath, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned in closer, his lips hovering over mine.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked softly, his voice low and husky.
"It's still Vickie's."
Klaus rested his forehead against mine.
"Okay."
He leaned in closer, his lips pressing against mine. I felt a wave of electricity coursing through my body, setting my nerve endings on fire. He kissed me with a passion I hadn't felt before, his lips moving against mine in perfect sync.
I pulled back, gasping for air. "Oh my God." I whispered, my heart racing wildly in my chest.
Klaus brushed his thumb over my bottom lip, a smirk playing on his face.
"You're so beautiful."
I bit my lower lip before edging closer to him, closing the distance between us. I felt my body melting into his, the warmth of his skin seeping through my clothes. The scent of his cologne filled my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply, letting it wash over me.
He kissed me again, harder this time. His hand moved down to my waist, pulling me closer to him. I gasped when he lifted me off the rock with ease, pausing only when I found myself straddling his waist, his lips just inches from mine.
"This is so wrong," I whispered as Klaus began holding my neck as he kissed along my jawline.
"Why?"
"Because we're outside," I managed to say through ragged breaths.
"So?"
I swallowed hard, struggling to find my words. "I mean, what if someone sees us?"
Klaus looked up at me, his eyes shining with mischief. "Then let them see," he said, his voice very inviting.
I stared down at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "But what if they think we're..." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
Klaus leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear.
"Okay, oh my god, okay." I breathed as Klaus began kissing down my neck.
He pulled away and looked up at me with a smirk on his face. "So, are you going to make me stop?"
"No." I answered breathlessly before bringing my hands up to cup his face and drawing him in for another kiss.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over mine. I felt his hands moving down my back, reaching around to pull his coat from around me and, in doing so, taking my coat off at the same time. He slid his hands under my sweater, his fingers gliding across my skin, making me gasp.
I broke away from the kiss, my eyes meeting his. "Wow, okay, you just—"
"I did worse things to you on our honeymoon."
"That was a treat." I whispered, remembering our time on the yacht.
"I know, but this isn't."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, drawing him closer. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.
"About this? Yes," Klaus nodded his head. "About anything else? No."
I pressed my lips against his, kissing him softly. He moaned into my mouth, his hands sliding up my back as I moaned against his lips. He reached up and tangled his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.
The next thing I knew, we were lying on top of his coat, his body covering mine as he kissed me hungrily. My hands roamed over his chest, my fingers exploring every inch of him. I could feel his heart racing beneath my palm, his muscles taut and firm.
"Oh my god, your hands, your hands, Klaus," I gasped as I felt them slide down my sides to my hips, gripping me tightly.
His lips trailed down my neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin. I arched my back, pressing myself against him as he continued to kiss and nip at my neck. I felt the heat spreading through my body, my desire for him growing stronger by the second.
"Just a few buttons, okay?" I whispered before he met my gaze as he began to undo the top buttons of my blouse, revealing my black lace bra.
I drew a sharp breath when he cupped one of my breasts over the fabric of my bra, gently massaging the soft flesh. I arched my back, pushing myself into his hand.
"Klaus." I moaned, my voice thick with arousal.
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice strained.
"No."
Klaus brought his lips to my chest, kissing the exposed skin of my collarbones and my cleavage. His touch was light and teasing, driving me crazy with need. I whimpered when he moved lower, his lips brushing against my hard nipples through the fabric of my bra.
"Please." I begged, not sure what I was asking for.
He slipped a hand behind my back, unfastening my bra in one swift motion. It fell open, exposing my bare breasts to him.
He stared at me for a moment, his eyes darkening with lust. "So beautiful," he murmured before leaning down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth.
"Oh GOD!" I cried out, my back arching off the ground.
He flicked his tongue over my nipple. He sucked and licked, his mouth hot and wet on my skin. I felt my arousal building, my hips bucking beneath him.
I grabbed his head, pulling him closer to me as he continued to tease my nipples.
"Please," I begged, my voice shaking. "Please, Klaus."
He looked up at me, his eyes filled with desire. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice husky.
I swallowed hard, trying to catch my breath. "I want you."
He grinned wickedly before kissing me hungrily. I moaned against his lips as he began unbuttoning my jeans.
"Wait!" I gasped, breaking away from the kiss.
Klaus froze, his eyes wide.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice full of concern.
I leaned up on my elbows. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" I asked. "Not even Vickie."
Klaus smiled and shook his head. "This is our secret," he said. "I promise."
I nodded my head, "Okay."
He reached for my jeans again, pulling them down my thighs and off my legs. He tossed them to the side before turning his attention back to me.
"You're just going to," I covered my eyes with my hand. "The thing like before, right? Nothing else?"
"No."
I uncovered my face and met his gaze. "Are you sure?"
Klaus nodded his head. "Yes, I am."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "Okay," I whispered.
He kissed me once more before sliding down my body. He settled between my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he lowered his head.
"Wait, I didn't shower."
Klaus chuckled. "You smell divine."
I bit my lip, watching him closely. He lowered his head again, his lips pressing against my inner thigh. I moaned softly as he trailed kisses up my leg.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky.
He continued to kiss my thighs, his hands roaming over my legs, making me wish I had at least shaven them. I moaned as he gently bit my skin, his teeth grazing my flesh.
I gasped when he slid one hand between my legs, cupping me through the fabric of my panties. He rubbed his palm against me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.
"Klaus." I breathed, my hands gripping the fabric beneath me.
He kissed my other thigh before hooking his fingers under the waistband of my panties. He slowly pulled them down, revealing my bare skin. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me.
"Oh my god, oh my god." I moaned as he kissed my panty line and worked his way down to my entrance.
He paused for a moment before leaning down and gently licking my folds. I shuddered at the contact, my hips bucking against him. He moved his tongue against me, exploring every inch of my skin. I writhed beneath him, lost in the waves of pleasure. My eyes almost immediately rolling into the back of my head, my mouth forming an O shape.
I cried out, my hands clutching at his hair. "Please, Klaus! Please!"
He continued to lick me, his tongue darting between my folds. I gasped when he let a long line of his saliva fall down my folds and over my clit, making me quiver.
"Oh, you did, you did." I groaned as he slowly pushed his tongue inside of me, moving it in and out at a torturous pace.
I gripped his hair tighter, my legs shaking uncontrollably. I was close, so close.
He pulled away suddenly, leaving me panting and desperate for more.
"No, no, please," I begged, my voice barely a whisper. "Please, Klaus."
"Look at me; I want to see you."
"No, it's too embarrassing."
"Look at me, April."
"I can't, I can't."
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, staring up at him. His eyes were dark with lust, his expression intense.
"I want you to come for me." He said, his voice low and seductive.
I nodded my head, unable to speak.
He leaned down again, kissing my thighs, making my back arch up from the ground. My fingernails digging into the dirt below us. He slowly licked up my folds, his tongue gliding over my clit.
"Are you sure?" I gasped. "It's not my night, oh god, right, yeah right, right there, oh my god!"
He continued to lick me, his tongue moving faster and faster. I felt the pressure building inside me, my body tensing up as my release drew closer. I grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as I cried out his name.
He moaned against my skin, his tongue sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I came hard, my body trembling as my orgasm washed over me. I gasped for breath, my chest heaving as I tried to recover.
Klaus crawled up my body, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're so beautiful when you come," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Oh my god, I'm so—" I felt my face turn red. "So, so sorry." I finished as he lay down beside me and pulled me into his arms.
"Don't be; it was amazing."
I buried my face in his neck, my heart still racing. "That was intense."
"Mhm." He hummed.
I closed my eyes, my body still tingling with pleasure. "I'm kind of dizzy all of a sudden."
Klaus lowered me beside him, lying over me. "You okay?"
"I think so," I said quietly as he held my face with his hands. "Your hands are cold."
Klaus smiled. "Sorry," he whispered, stroking my hair. "There you go; the color's coming back now."
I nodded with my eyes closed as he held me in place.
I looked up at him, and he smiled. "You're okay."
Klaus pulled away and sat down beside me as I pulled his coat over myself and sat up to fasten my bra before buttoning up my blouse. I picked up my panties but didn't put them on; instead, I tucked them inside my pocket.
I stood up, and Klaus followed. "You're not going to tell them, are you?" I asked quietly.
Klaus shook his head. "No."
"I feel terrible. I was like a fish out of water; I just kept shaking and—"
"April." Klaus interrupted, "It was good, very good."
I sighed. "Good," I said. "So I did—"
"You were great."
I nodded my head. "Thank you."
Klaus smirked, "You're thanking me for an orgasm?"
I covered my face with my hands as we walked side by side towards his car. "Oh my god, I'm so weird."
Vickie Donovan
It was around six the next morning when I woke up. I shut off my alarm and got out of bed, crossing over to the windows facing the backyard. I've always liked to have my windows open as soon as I woke up, so I rolled up the blind. But as I did, I paused halfway, taken aback by the sight before me. Klaus and April were walking toward her backyard together, hand in hand. April took a few steps backward, and Klaus watched her before leaning in to capture her lips with his own. I wasn't upset by the sight; it held no effect on me. I closed the blinds and backed away from the window. I reminded myself that whatever they did was their business. Spying was disturbing in any situation, and despite whatever they thought of me already, I wasn't the spying type.
I didn't expect Klaus to show up last night, so it wasn't a surprise to me at all when he didn't. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, undressing as the water heated up. I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I'd always wanted bigger breasts; I thought I'd look pretty great with a set of perky double Ds.
I climbed into the shower and stood under the hot spray, letting it wash over me. My thoughts drifted back to April and Klaus. I didn't remember April from before; I can remember the town pastor's wife dying and his daughter apparently being shipped off to some other school, but that was about it. I found it odd, however, that she had landed up here given her family history. I mean a father for a pastor and now the original hybrid for her husband.
I reached for the shampoo bottle on the shelf and squeezed some of the contents into my palm before working it through my hair. I tried to imagine what it must be like for them, to have a guy like Klaus around them and each night having to send him off to someone else. I doubted he was sleeping with Elena; she seemed to hate him even after all this time for some reason. But I believed he was sleeping with Caroline and that girl April; just the way he acted around the two of them, he was really affectionate with April. I'd seen them making out more than a few times this past week. But he always looked to Caroline first, and I could tell she was holding back because of me. She'd never admit it, but she did.
I let the shampoo rinse out of my hair before reaching for the conditioner. It was weird; this entire thing was weird, but somehow it worked, and they'd kept it hidden, so their little backstory was working for them. But now little Miss April was going to start working, and Caroline was heading off to start college; I could hear the ice cracking below their feet; one wrong move and they would be screwed.
I rinsed off my hair before lathering my body in body wash. The ice was just starting to crack around them; they didn't know it yet; you had to be on the outside to see the lines forming between them.
But something or someone was close to snapping.
And last night was just the tip of the iceberg of things to come.