Notes

e was always so serious.

In the beginning, she’d been bothered by it. She would wonder if he was happy with her. If he’d regretted the decision to leave Katherine behind and start anew with the baby blonde vampire that had somehow weaseled her way under his skin.

He could show affection when it was just the two of them. Little smiles that warmed in his weary eyes. A low, quiet chuckle when he found her rambles amusing and endearing. A soft caress of his knuckles against the skin of her cheek as he bid her farewell before leaving for the day. But even with every gesture, it was still as if he held himself back. His olden time manners of propriety, she realized, was a trait that just seemed to enhance with every year that passed.

Even when they made love, there was such an intensity to him, it left her breathless. While her past lovers—though few and far between they were—had concentrated on their own highs and passions, eyes always clenched tightly shut as they buried their faces against her neck, Elijah’s fierce gaze never wavered from hers. His eyes would bore into her as he moved, his skilled hands seeming to be everywhere at once, his body eliciting sensations she’d never experienced before. His face would hover over hers, his harsh breathing ghosting over the slick skin of her face, lips barely grazing, and she would find herself plummeting into such deep abysses of pleasure she could feel it nearly tremble down her spine.

And though she loved his seriousness, his propriety, there was a part of her that longed for the carefree, risk-taking Elijah that she had heard stories about from his siblings. She had lost count of the times Kol had regaled her with tales of his older brother leading him on expeditions into unknown territories and dueling in the middle of the village for no other reason than the thrill of it.

She loved the Elijah she had come to know, but there was a deep longing to see him completely…unbridled.

She sighed for the tenth time as he lounged on the chaise across from his, his eyes scouring the page of the book in his hand as her own college termpaper lay long forgotten across her lap.

At the quiet sound of her breath, his eyes broke their trek and raised to land on her, one of his thick brows raising in question as he peered over at her. “Is there something troubling you, Caroline?”

His voice was so soothing, nearly oozing with the class and charisma that had drawn her to him in the first place, and she turned her head towards him, shrugging her shoulders. “Just thinking.”

“And somehow by the thoughtful look on your face, I highly doubt your thoughts have anything to do with post-Modern civilization.”

Caroline smiled, swinging her legs over the side of the chaise and settling her bare feet onto the floor. “Why even waste my time thinking and studying on a subject like that when I can just as someone who actually lived through it and can give me a first-hand account?” A hint of a smile tugged at his lips, and she sighed again, tilting her head. “Don’t you ever get tired of being so noble, Elijah?”

Elijah pursed his lips, shrugging nonchalantly as he returned his gaze back to his book. “Someone in this family has to be,” he mused, shaking his head. “If you’ve not noticed, Caroline, the rest of my siblings are loud and uncouth.”

A thought occurred to her, then, as she took in the sight of Elijah’s ramrod straight posture, his form adorned in yet another impeccably ironed suit and tie, his hair perfectly coifed. So put together…

She smiled slyly, rising to her feet and slowly sauntering towards him, her hips sashaying with a bit of extra flair when his eyes perked up at the sight of her movement. She could see wariness flash in his gaze, an emotion that was all too common anytime he observed her. Shrugging her shoulders, she circled around the back of his armchair, her hands dancing across the expanse of his broad shoulders. She rested them against his shoulders, leaning down to brush her lips lightly across the shell of his ear. “True,” she whispered, smirking when he slowly closed the book, marking the page with index finger as he rested his hand on his crossed knee. “But don’t you ever feel the slightest bit envious of that? You know, the…carefree feeling they have? Saying what you want, doing what you want, with absolutely no care in the world to how other people are going to look at you?”

Elijah remained silent, his gaze focused on the framed artwork across the room as he shook his head.

“I mean,” she continued, sliding her hands down his arms and onto his chest as she maneuvered her body around the chair, resting her hip against its arm as she looked up at him from under her lashes. “Don’t you ever just want to let go, Elijah? Throw your cares to the wind? Ruffle your feathers and just say to hell with it?” She grinned when she saw him glancing at her cautiously from the corner of her eyes, and she slid easily into his lap, one leg draped on either side of him. His legs uncrossed and his feet settled on the floor to accommodate her change in position, his book falling to the wayside as his hands reached up to cradle her hips. “Just…grit your teeth and ruffle your hair and” she gasped playfully, “perchance even swear?”

He laughed, his eyes dancing as he took in her near coquettish expression. “Your ideas of careless, fancyfree behavior is endearing, Miss Forbes, but I’m afraid a millennia of living a certain way isn’t easily forgotten. Nor do I have much interest in such. Why would I, when you do enough of it for both of us?”

“Well, regardless,” she said, her hands trailing down his sculptured chest, each muscle and ripple easily felt beneath the rich fabric of his shirt. “You should try it. You know, you may even enjoy yourself.” He merely arched an eyebrow of disbelief, and she grinned, leaning forward and barely grazing her lips against his. “Mmm…I sense a challenge, Mr. Mikaelson. Should I prove it to you? That you—in all your Original swag and nobility and stuffiness—can so easily become unbridled?”

He barely had a moment to offer a response before she had zoomed off his lap, her knees hitting the floor between his legs as her fingers deftly lowered the zipper to his tailored pants, and a hand slipped inside. She bit back a smug smirk when his breath seemed to halt as her hand grazed his hard shaft. “Well, look who’s halfway there?”

Elijah’s body stiffened as her nimble fingers traced the length of his cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to have his knuckles whitening as his fingers clenched the fabric of the cushion beneath him. “Caroline,” he scolded through gritted teeth, his eyes closing involuntarily when a finger grazed his sensitive tip. A breathy laugh greeted him, and he bit back a groan. The fingers of her free hand were caressing his thigh through his pants, the hand around his cock squeezing and twisting in a way that was absolutely sinful as she slid it up and down. “You’re a blasted minx,” he groaned lowly, his head falling back onto the headrest.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” she giggled, glancing up at him. His jaw was tightly locked, eyes clenched shut, his back rigid as he fought against the feeling of control she could see snapping behind his cool demeanor. She leaned up on her knees, seeing his eyes snap open at the sound, and shrugged, a coy smile playing against her lips. “Let’s see if we can’t step it up a notch.”

Lust flashed in his eyes when he felt her warm breath against the head of his member, and as her tongue circled the tip, he let out an audible groan, cursing inwardly when he felt her lips curl up into a smirk.

It wasn’t that he was against this type of coupling. On the contrary, he immensely enjoyed pleasuring Caroline in this way. Hearing her breathy moans, her girlish giggles, her gasps of shock and desire that every stroke of his tongue could bring about. He loved awakening the wanton goddess in her—answering every one of her burning questions that had been long unanswered when it came to her past experiences. He loved watching her lose herself in the sensations, seeing her completely unraveled solely by his own ministrations.

But he would never even think to ask her to return the gesture. Though times had certainly changed, there was a part of him that believed it to be distasteful to ask a woman for oral services. And while the thought certainly had crossed his mind over the last few years with the baby vampire, he respected her too much to ever inquire on such a thing.

Clearly, he had been deceived.

Her fingers cupped around the bottom of his shaft as her tongue descended, licking the underside of his cock before running over and around him. She pulled away, her hand pumping him steadily, and then her lips closed around his aching tip, completely enveloping him.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as she took him in deeper, his throbbing member sliding deeper and deeper into her hot mouth until he could feel the back of her throat. She moaned delightfully, the action sending an array of delicious vibrations along his aching manhood. Her lips ascended, tongue swirling, and her hand followed suit, stroking and twisting along the way. Her tongue swirled around his tip, and she let out a surprised gasp when his hand suddenly shot up and wound its way into her hair.

Elijah hissed between clenched teeth, her tongue relentless as it swirled as her lips clenched and sucked around the skin of his cock. Her hand stroked him in the places her tongue didn’t reach, her blunt teeth teasing as they faintly grazed along his skin.

She was a siren. An absolute temptress, determined to make him lose her mind with her artful ministrations.

Her hair was swaying as her head bobbed up and down, her mouth sucking him more enthusiastically, hand moving in frantic tandem. His grip in her hair tightened, and his hips bucked up to match her thrust for thrust, deep, restrained moans slipping past his lips. She wrapped her lips tight around him, and let him slide in and out of her mouth slowly, her own body beginning to throb in response.

He filled her mouth and she loved it.

“Caroline,” he rasped.

She moaned in response, lips fighting to smile around the his pulsating cock, because she knew his restraint was hanging on by a thread. She moved faster, pulling away further as his hips thrust up harder and quicker, seeking after her welcoming heat. His movements were enthusiastic, and she was tempted for a moment to relinquish control and let him fuck her mouth as he pleased, but then she remembered the purpose of this little “exercise.”

She stroked him faster, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock, and her hand slid further down, cupping and massaging his balls, and the moan that escaped the Original above her was positively primal. His other hand reached up to cup the side of her face, his lips parting in a sigh of gratification when he felt her cheek bulge with the size of him. She was sucking him off, her tongue devouring him as if he were the glass of fresh human blood she so rarely allowed herself, and he could feel his restraint snapping in two as her small vibrations of pleasure rumbled around him.

His body began to sweat under the layers of designer fabric that he now felt as nothing but a constriction, and he tensed in anticipation as he felt every nerve in his body firing as her strokes increased.

He gritted his teeth, his grip in her hair tugging at her blonde curls. “Caroline,” he warned, feeling his orgasm approaching, but her lips only tightened around him, pulling him deeper into her warm heat, and he threw his head back, gasping as his orgasm shot through him, exploding into her mouth in long, hot spurts. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing himself back into the chair as he jerked against her mouth with the force of his release.

He was barely able to hear her small giggle of satisfaction, his eyes opening to gaze down at her, watching with hooded eyes as she wiped at the corners of her mouth, her blue orbs looking up at him proudly. He found the sight utterly arousing, and he could feel the veins in his face protrude as his eyes darkened in lust.

He growled low in his throat, and in a flash he had her wrapped in his arms, pressing her into the seat of the chaise across the room. Her startled gasp only spurred him on, his lips curling up into a sneer as his hand slid beneath the hem of her sweatpants.

“Your time of teasing has come to an end, baby vampire,” he crooned, sinking a finger deep into her wet heat as she moaned. “Now…I believe we should see just how unbridled you can become.”

She gasped as his finger began to thrust in and out of her rapidly, her already slick walls tightening around him, his lean, hard body pressing deliciously against her every curve.

She’d created a monster, it appeared. She’d awoken the beast.

And she was ready to conquer.