𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 | 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

CHAPTER EIGHT

[smut warning until the first — — —]

First, she felt his warm hand wrap around her throat. He tightened his grip, emitting soft moans from the woman.

Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, her legs wrapped around his bare waist as he held her against the door of their hotel room.

His mouth kissed along her jaw hungrily. Every so often he would lick stripes from her ear lobe to her collarbone.

She couldn't help but whimper. His body rutted against hers as his hands dug into the flesh of her thighs. Her thighs. God, they were his favourite part of her. The things he would and has done to those magnificent thighs could never be spoken.

She moaned loudly as his cock roughly entered her. "Nik!" She yelled or rather screamed as he pulled out before plunging back in.

She could hear his quiet whimpers in her ear as he leaned in closer, resting his chin on her shoulder as he whispered sweet nothing into her ear.

"Fuck," She whimpered as his stubble scratched her skin.

His pace was steady and fast. He surely put his hybrid speed to the test as he pounded into her.

His hand trailed down, flicking her nipple before moving further. He slowly reached her clit, his thumb moving in slow circles as if they were calculated just to please her.

They had been in Tennessee for a few weeks searching for wolves and only had a single lead so it was safe to say Klaus was a little restless.

White flashes filled her vision as her moans got louder.

"Come for me, love. Come all over me," He whispered, his voice raspy as he gently bit onto her earlobe.

His pace had slowed. It was no longer rough, calculated thrusts but instead sloppy, slow ones as he moaned.

She clenched around him tightly as she let go. Fuck, it felt like heaven to him. If there was a god, he was sure it was her.

It only took two more thrusts before he came undone, his thrusts shaky, almost nonexistent and he held her against the door.

They waited for a minute, him inside her, against the hotel door listening to each other's breathing.

It was Margot that broke them apart as she slowly moved out of his hold. She sent him a quick smile as she grabbed her clothes before putting them on, starting with her black lace panties.

God, she was a tease.

"That was fun, Nik. See you in the morning," She said with a smile as she walked out of the room in only her panties and one of his shirts.

He breathed out as he moved to lay on the bed, "Fuck me."

— — —

Margot walked out of Klaus's car, adjusting her breasts in her top which mainly consisted of her jiggling them around until she liked them. Stefan had gone inside the bar before them to compel the occupants, leaving the pair alone.

Klaus tilted his head to look at the sky as he held back a groan. She was teasing him and he knew it.

She grinned as she pulled down her top a little more revealing the lace of her bra before walking into the bar, Klaus following behind her.

She put on a seductive look as she walked over to the bar before sitting next to a man with scraggly brown hair. Werewolf. She thought to herself. She could practically sniff him out.