𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 ━━ KLAUS MIKAELSON

70

"SHE DOES THIS ALL the time, right?" Jamie asked, looking a little bit unsure of the whole thing.

"What's taking so long?" Klaus was getting impatient, "all boundary spells have a loophole."

Bonnie stopped chanting to look at him just as Matt entered the classroom. "People are walking right out of the dance, past the barrier."

"If Matt and I can leave, we can stop Esther ourselves." Jeremy suggested, "we just gotta find out where she is."

"No, that's be suicide." Emery pursed her lips at her brother, "you're not going anywhere."

Klaus vamp-sped towards Jamie and wrapped a hand around his neck, lifting him up in the air. "Suicide would be disappointing me," he said, tilting his head to Bonnie, "now, work your magic, witch, or I'll start killing people you fancy."

"Let him go," Bonnie stared at them wide-eyed.

"Not until you get us out of here."

"Don't be stupid," Stefan intervened, "Bonnie doesn't give a damn about us. The only reason she's helping right now is to save Caroline and Tyler. Start killing people she cares about, she'll tell us to go to hell."

Klaus released his hold on Jamie at Stefan's words after a moment of consideration. "Have at it then."

"While you guys figure this out," Emery wrapped a hand around Klaus's arm, "we are going to have a conversation."

"Are we?" Klaus asked back earning a firm nod from the witch, "yes." Then, she dragged him out of the room, away from her friends, unaware of their mixed feelings about the situation.

She led him to an empty classroom, far enough from the others so they wouldn't hear. "What the hell was that?"

"What the hell was what?" The hybrid feigned confusion which only annoyed the witch further.

"You know what," she sighed, leaning against a desk as she mimicked, taking his accent, "the whole 'work your magic witch or I'll start killing people you fancy' and you almost killing Bonnie's date."

"She wasn't giving her best," Klaus shrugged, "I had to encourage her. I wouldn't have actually done it."

"Wouldn't you?"

"Maybe," he looked serious as he spoke, "I said I wouldn't kill any of your friends, I didn't mention anything about not hurting them. Besides, that boy isn't your friend, you don't even know him."

"Still."

"Emery?" Klaus allowed his eyes to rake over her figure. She shifted slightly under his gaze, knowing the look in his eyes all too well. "What?"

"Have I told you how gorgeous you look in that dress?" He asked, a smile appearing on his lips when she narrowed her eyes at him. "Do not think, for even one second, that you can get out of this by complimenting me." She let out a loud sigh, "Bonnie has had a hell of a year, I don't want to see her hurt in any way ever again. Especially not by you or your actions."

Klaus lifted a brow of amusement, "you think you can order me around, love?"

"Yes."

"Is that so?" He took a step closer to her, "you think I would do what you say?"

"Wouldn't you?"

"Would I?" He asked back, having lowered his voice just a fraction.

Within the next second, he was standing right in front of her. The witch swallowed, keeping her eyes fixed on him as she backed further into the desk she was leaning against. The air surrounding them had completely shifted and both of them could feel it perfectly well.

She bit her lip when he trailed his fingers on her collarbone and went higher, he traced her neck and went on and on until he was holding the side of her face, his fingers now tangling in her hair as he tilted her head to the side and leaned closer so his lips was brushing hers.

He inhaled sharply, her scent filling him and he let out a small groan. "You are so lucky," he whispered against her mouth, "so so lucky that I'm— that I like you, little witch."

"Really?" She lowered her voice as well, challenging him, "I'm not feeling so lucky right now."

"No?" His lips pulled up into a smirk at her words. He placed his other hand behind her and easily lifted her up, placing her on the desk. "Allow me to fix that." After having said those, he crashed his lips on hers, kissing her feverishly.

Emery didn't waste a second as she quickly reciprocated, having parted her thighs so he could stand in between. His tongue met hers in a rough kiss, his fingers messing her hair. Neither of them were thinking of the situation outside at that moment, all they cared about was themselves.

"We're not alone," Klaus muttered against her lips as he broke the kiss, "so you'll have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?"

She simply nodded instead of saying anything, not trusting her own voice. He began kissing down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin while his hands slid under her dress. She sucked in a sharp breath when she felt his fingers touching her through the thin fabric.

With shaky hands, she reached out to his pants and worked on getting rid of them, desperate to feel him again. Klaus groaned against her skin when he felt her fingers wrap around him. His tongue darted out as he licked her neck up to her mouth, kissing her again while stepping even closer.

He pushed her underwear to the side while she guided him towards her entrance. His other hand found her hips and his fingertips dug into her as he eased himself inside her so slowly he could barely breathe. Neither of them could contain the moan that left their mouths at the feeling.

Emery braced her hands against the table while he slid further, burying himself deep inside her. He slid a hand around her waist and the other one behind her head as he embraced her tightly before slamming his hips forward. Emery bit his shoulder so as to not make any sound.

"Oh my god," she breathed out, her nails digging in his back while she stretched and tightened against him. He lowered his head to the crook of her neck, kissing the spot before rocking into her again.

"Feeling lucky yet?" He asked, his voice hoarse as he continued to thrust.

"No."

He hummed before pulling out earning a small noise of protest from her. "For the love of— holy shit." She slapped her hand on her mouth to muffle the moan that left her when he slammed right back in, harder and deeper than before.

He harshly tugged her hair so she could face him. "How about now?" He asked as he stared at her. Emery flickered her eyes to his as and instead of replying, she leaned in and kissed him. He immediately returned it, kissing her back rougher than before and with desperation.

She arched her back in response, and he slowly pulled out, then slid back in. He repeated the action several times before he felt her tighten around him. Just then, she pulled away from the kiss, her brows furrowing as she felt her orgasm coming closer and closer.

Having sensed it, Klaus placed his hand over her mouth and thrusted even deeper, pushing her to the edge. She finally came, her moans being muffled by his hand while he watched her, completely mesmerized.

He slowly removed his hand when she began taking deep breaths to regain herself. She stared at him through half hooded eyes while he smiled at her. "You are so perfect." And then he kissed her again before resuming with his thrusts, resulting in a moan from her again as he chased his own high.