Hurricane
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 7
Klaus entered Bella’s apartment to find his brother—jacket off and tie loosened—engrossed in the chapters of a rather tattered book, the expression on his face part disgust and part sympathy as his eyes skimmed the pages. The sight made him grin. “What has you so disturbed, brother?”
Elijah’s head snapped up and he placed a finger over his lips as his gaze cut over to what looked like a portable crib, if Klaus had to guess. “Don’t wake the child. His mother just got him to sleep an hour ago.”
Klaus peered around as he made his way to the kitchen to wash his hands. “Where is she then?” he asked lowly.
“In bed. We got the glass cleaned up and had the maintenance man board up the window until the replacement arrives. After that, I managed to talk her into getting some sleep.” He eyed the wind-blown look of his brother. “Fruitful hunting, then?”
Klaus smirked, the wicked glint in his eyes leaving little doubt as to the outcome of his early morning jaunt. “You doubt me brother?” he asked while drying his hands and tossing the kitchen towel aside.
Elijah scoffed behind the rim of his glass before taking a sip. It was quite obvious his sibling was still on the high of his kill. “Of course not. I don’t know what possessed me to ask,” he drawled while setting the drink aside.
Klaus walked over and looked down into the bassinet, running the back of one finger over the plump, warm cheek of his son before cocking a brow at Elijah. “You’re watching Dominic then?”
Elijah pressed his lips together before shooting his smirking brother an annoyed frown. “She was exhausted, so yes, I volunteered, god help me…” he finished with a grumble.
“Ah,” he returned with a nod, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’ll just leave you to it then,” he quipped, fully ignoring the quietly hissed protests of his brother as he slipped into Bella’s darkened bedroom.
Glancing down at himself once he’d closed and locked the door, his lip curled at the sickeningly sweet smell of venom that clung to him and he headed to the bathroom for a shower. When he stepped out minutes later, his hips wrapped in a towel as he dried his hair with another, he was surprised by a murmur from the shadowed bed. “Niklaus?”
“Yes, love, it’s me.”
“Are you all right?” she asked while rolling to her side to look at him.
He smiled and tossed the towel into a basket. “Of course.”
She reached a hand out. “Come lie with me?” She threw back the covers and he ditched the towel and slipped into the bed, smiling as she pulled herself close. “I was worried,” she murmured as her hand trailed over his muscled chest.
He snorted while running his fingers through her hair. “No need to be darling. Such inferior beings don’t stand a chance against me.”
She slapped his shoulder. “I guess we can add arrogant ass to what I now know about you.”
He chuckled and moved quickly, pinning her warm, nude body beneath his, his warm, intoxicating breath wafting over her cheek as he laughed lowly. “Arrogant I freely admit to, darling—but ass? You wound me deeply, love.” He began placing soft, warm kisses over the pulse-point of her neck and she arched and buried her hands in his damp hair while hooking a leg over his lean hip to pull him closer.
“I suppose I could be…persuaded to change my opinion…” she breathed as he sucked at the mark he’d left on her tender flesh. He chuckled and trailed his lips down to suckle her luscious breast while firmly palming the other. “Oh god, yes, you’ve got the right idea…” she prompted as he slowly ground against her aching center.
“Is that so?” he murmured against her lips before taking her breath away with a deep, languid kiss.
Moaning low in her throat, she wrapped him fully with her legs, urging him on to where she wanted him most and he obliged, sliding his hard, silky cock into her slick, welcoming heat with a deep-chested groan of satisfaction.
This… This feeling of absolute completion is what had driven him these past months—driven him to find her, no matter what—and he knew then that no other woman would satisfy him or his inner beasts. She was the one.
“Mine…” he growled lowly as he thrust into her arching, willing body. “You are mine, Isabella, from this day forward,” he growled while driving himself into her with deep, steady strokes.
“Yours,” she breathed with a low moan as her heels dug into his ass, urging him on. “Just…don’t…stop…”
He chuckled, his eyes flashing a bright amber as he changed his angle and picked up his pace. “Never darling…” his nose and lips dragging over the warmth of her cheek as his hands buried into her hair to cup her head. “at least not until you scream for me,” he murmured before claiming her lips, his tongue delving into the sweet depths of her mouth as her fingers tugged at his hair.
“Niklaus…” she mewled when he’d broken the kiss. “Oh god, Niklaus…so good…” she babbled into his ear as she writhed under him, her slick walls tightening around his plunging cock as he drove her further toward her release. “Close,” she finally panted, “so close…”
“Don’t hold back, love,” he urged, his hand slipping under her ass to tilt her hips just so. “You haven’t screamed for me yet…”
Her head thrashed against the pillow as he slowed, yet strengthened his strokes, her eyes going a bit wide as she locked her gaze with his. “Niklaus!” she finally cried, her eyes rolling back and closing as he felt the waves of her orgasm clamping around him.
The sight of his beautiful mate in the throes of her passion, combined with the feel of her—in his arms and around his cock—snapped the tentative thread of his control and he came with a shout, burying himself deeply as he filled her, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders barely registering as he panted, riding out the high of his release.
“Fuck,” she finally whispered before kissing his neck. “That was…just…”
He chuckled and pulled out before lying beside her and pulling her close. “I know,” was all he said before hissing as she playfully bit his nipple.
“Don’t get cocky on me now, Mr. Mikaelson,” she mumbled, lying her head against his chest before drifting off into sleep.
“I’ve a feeling you’ll keep me grounded, love,” he muttered through a sleepy smirk as his own eyes slowly slipped closed and his breathing deepened.
~o0o~
They awoke sometime later, bleary eyes struggling to focus as the knocking on the door persisted. “What is it?” Klaus called out, his fingers rubbing his eyes and voice husky with sleep.
“Your son is fussing. I fed him, and he was fine, but now he’s emitting a foul odor and I’m sorry, but that is where I draw the line, Nik.”
Klaus’s face scrunched and he patted Bella’s shoulder. “It seems that our son needs you, love.”
“Me?” she mumbled tiredly. “You’re the all-powerful supernatural being here. Can’t you conquer a poopy diaper?”
“I…” he began, his lip curling a bit in distaste at the thought. “I wouldn’t know where to begin. It’s not exactly my area of expertise.”
“Men,” she grumbled while throwing back the covers and shrugging into a robe. She eyed him for a moment before grabbing his hand and tugging. “Up and get some clothes on. You’re gonna learn how to care for your son, starting with changing a diaper.”
“Is this really necessary, love?” he asked while digging a clean pair of jeans from his bag that his brother had brought in. He was just securing the button on the low slung jeans when he turned to Bella, who was staring, the corner of her lower lip clamped between her teeth.
He cocked a brow and smirked as her eyes flashed up to meet his. “What?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” he said, holding out a hand to her. “Now come, torture me if you must.”
Ten minutes later, Bella was still trying to get her laughter under control as Niklaus stared at her through narrowed eyes, still mopping at his wet chest with a towel. “Go on then, get it all out of your system,” he said as she bounced their happily gurgling and freshly changed son in her arms.
A chuckle bubbled up and she wiped a tear from her eyes. “I’m sorry Niklaus…” she said through her struggle to control herself. “It’s just…the look on your face when he peed on you…” She dissolved into peals of fresh laughter and he sighed.
“Yes, and now I require another shower and some clean trousers. Why didn’t you warn me?”
“And ruin my fun?” she said with a smirk. “Not a chance.”
He rolled his eyes and tossed the soiled towel into the basket before slipping into the bathroom, her waning laughter cut off with the closing of the door.
Ten minutes later, he joined them in the living room, steadfastly ignoring the smug smirk on his brother’s face. “Shall we go to breakfast? I find myself with a bit of an appetite this morning.”
Elijah glanced at his watch with a cocked brow. “It’s nearly noon brother…”
He waved a hand. “Yes, yes, it’s morning somewhere, now isn’t it?” he said while taking his sleeping son from Bella. “Go shower and dress, love. We’ll go eat and while we’re out, we’ll discuss where we go from here.”
Bella’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s obvious you can’t continue living here, love. All the cold ones know where you are, and while I could kill them as they come along, it would cease to be fun after a while and would just be tiresome.”
“You don’t want that, lovely Bella,” Elijah murmured, his tone bored as he turned a page in his book. “He gets very contrary when bored. One could even say he becomes a right bastard…nasty business, that.” He looked up. “No, best to get him somewhere he’s comfortable and where he has his painting to keep him occupied.”
She stood there, staring between the brothers for moments while her thoughts processed until Klaus spoke. “Go love, take a hot shower and think about it. We’ll talk over breakfast, I promise you.”
With something resembling a growl, she turned and marched into her bedroom, the door closing firmly behind her.
With a smirk, Elijah spoke, never taking his eyes from the book in his hands. “Yes, she’s a spirited one, hardly willing to let you walk on her.” Klaus chuckled and Elijah continued. “So, New York or New Orleans, brother?”
Peering down at his sleeping son, Niklaus murmured, “I don’t know. I really don’t have a preference. I guess I’ll give Bella the option and see which place she prefers…”
A tapping at the door interrupted their conversation and Elijah glanced at Klaus who simply shrugged. “I guess I’ll get it, then,” he grumbled as Klaus shifted the baby to his shoulder before patting him gently.
His head snapped up though when the sound of a very familiar voice caught his attention. “I’m so hurt I wasn’t invited to the party! Now, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
Klaus entered Bella’s apartment to find his brother—jacket off and tie loosened—engrossed in the chapters of a rather tattered book, the expression on his face part disgust and part sympathy as his eyes skimmed the pages. The sight made him grin. “What has you so disturbed, brother?”
Elijah’s head snapped up and he placed a finger over his lips as his gaze cut over to what looked like a portable crib, if Klaus had to guess. “Don’t wake the child. His mother just got him to sleep an hour ago.”
Klaus peered around as he made his way to the kitchen to wash his hands. “Where is she then?” he asked lowly.
“In bed. We got the glass cleaned up and had the maintenance man board up the window until the replacement arrives. After that, I managed to talk her into getting some sleep.” He eyed the wind-blown look of his brother. “Fruitful hunting, then?”
Klaus smirked, the wicked glint in his eyes leaving little doubt as to the outcome of his early morning jaunt. “You doubt me brother?” he asked while drying his hands and tossing the kitchen towel aside.
Elijah scoffed behind the rim of his glass before taking a sip. It was quite obvious his sibling was still on the high of his kill. “Of course not. I don’t know what possessed me to ask,” he drawled while setting the drink aside.
Klaus walked over and looked down into the bassinet, running the back of one finger over the plump, warm cheek of his son before cocking a brow at Elijah. “You’re watching Dominic then?”
Elijah pressed his lips together before shooting his smirking brother an annoyed frown. “She was exhausted, so yes, I volunteered, god help me…” he finished with a grumble.
“Ah,” he returned with a nod, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’ll just leave you to it then,” he quipped, fully ignoring the quietly hissed protests of his brother as he slipped into Bella’s darkened bedroom.
Glancing down at himself once he’d closed and locked the door, his lip curled at the sickeningly sweet smell of venom that clung to him and he headed to the bathroom for a shower. When he stepped out minutes later, his hips wrapped in a towel as he dried his hair with another, he was surprised by a murmur from the shadowed bed. “Niklaus?”
“Yes, love, it’s me.”
“Are you all right?” she asked while rolling to her side to look at him.
He smiled and tossed the towel into a basket. “Of course.”
She reached a hand out. “Come lie with me?” She threw back the covers and he ditched the towel and slipped into the bed, smiling as she pulled herself close. “I was worried,” she murmured as her hand trailed over his muscled chest.
He snorted while running his fingers through her hair. “No need to be darling. Such inferior beings don’t stand a chance against me.”
She slapped his shoulder. “I guess we can add arrogant ass to what I now know about you.”
He chuckled and moved quickly, pinning her warm, nude body beneath his, his warm, intoxicating breath wafting over her cheek as he laughed lowly. “Arrogant I freely admit to, darling—but ass? You wound me deeply, love.” He began placing soft, warm kisses over the pulse-point of her neck and she arched and buried her hands in his damp hair while hooking a leg over his lean hip to pull him closer.
“I suppose I could be…persuaded to change my opinion…” she breathed as he sucked at the mark he’d left on her tender flesh. He chuckled and trailed his lips down to suckle her luscious breast while firmly palming the other. “Oh god, yes, you’ve got the right idea…” she prompted as he slowly ground against her aching center.
“Is that so?” he murmured against her lips before taking her breath away with a deep, languid kiss.
Moaning low in her throat, she wrapped him fully with her legs, urging him on to where she wanted him most and he obliged, sliding his hard, silky cock into her slick, welcoming heat with a deep-chested groan of satisfaction.
This… This feeling of absolute completion is what had driven him these past months—driven him to find her, no matter what—and he knew then that no other woman would satisfy him or his inner beasts. She was the one.
“Mine…” he growled lowly as he thrust into her arching, willing body. “You are mine, Isabella, from this day forward,” he growled while driving himself into her with deep, steady strokes.
“Yours,” she breathed with a low moan as her heels dug into his ass, urging him on. “Just…don’t…stop…”
He chuckled, his eyes flashing a bright amber as he changed his angle and picked up his pace. “Never darling…” his nose and lips dragging over the warmth of her cheek as his hands buried into her hair to cup her head. “at least not until you scream for me,” he murmured before claiming her lips, his tongue delving into the sweet depths of her mouth as her fingers tugged at his hair.
“Niklaus…” she mewled when he’d broken the kiss. “Oh god, Niklaus…so good…” she babbled into his ear as she writhed under him, her slick walls tightening around his plunging cock as he drove her further toward her release. “Close,” she finally panted, “so close…”
“Don’t hold back, love,” he urged, his hand slipping under her ass to tilt her hips just so. “You haven’t screamed for me yet…”
Her head thrashed against the pillow as he slowed, yet strengthened his strokes, her eyes going a bit wide as she locked her gaze with his. “Niklaus!” she finally cried, her eyes rolling back and closing as he felt the waves of her orgasm clamping around him.
The sight of his beautiful mate in the throes of her passion, combined with the feel of her—in his arms and around his cock—snapped the tentative thread of his control and he came with a shout, burying himself deeply as he filled her, the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders barely registering as he panted, riding out the high of his release.
“Fuck,” she finally whispered before kissing his neck. “That was…just…”
He chuckled and pulled out before lying beside her and pulling her close. “I know,” was all he said before hissing as she playfully bit his nipple.
“Don’t get cocky on me now, Mr. Mikaelson,” she mumbled, lying her head against his chest before drifting off into sleep.
“I’ve a feeling you’ll keep me grounded, love,” he muttered through a sleepy smirk as his own eyes slowly slipped closed and his breathing deepened.
~o0o~
They awoke sometime later, bleary eyes struggling to focus as the knocking on the door persisted. “What is it?” Klaus called out, his fingers rubbing his eyes and voice husky with sleep.
“Your son is fussing. I fed him, and he was fine, but now he’s emitting a foul odor and I’m sorry, but that is where I draw the line, Nik.”
Klaus’s face scrunched and he patted Bella’s shoulder. “It seems that our son needs you, love.”
“Me?” she mumbled tiredly. “You’re the all-powerful supernatural being here. Can’t you conquer a poopy diaper?”
“I…” he began, his lip curling a bit in distaste at the thought. “I wouldn’t know where to begin. It’s not exactly my area of expertise.”
“Men,” she grumbled while throwing back the covers and shrugging into a robe. She eyed him for a moment before grabbing his hand and tugging. “Up and get some clothes on. You’re gonna learn how to care for your son, starting with changing a diaper.”
“Is this really necessary, love?” he asked while digging a clean pair of jeans from his bag that his brother had brought in. He was just securing the button on the low slung jeans when he turned to Bella, who was staring, the corner of her lower lip clamped between her teeth.
He cocked a brow and smirked as her eyes flashed up to meet his. “What?”
“Nothing, sweetheart,” he said, holding out a hand to her. “Now come, torture me if you must.”
Ten minutes later, Bella was still trying to get her laughter under control as Niklaus stared at her through narrowed eyes, still mopping at his wet chest with a towel. “Go on then, get it all out of your system,” he said as she bounced their happily gurgling and freshly changed son in her arms.
A chuckle bubbled up and she wiped a tear from her eyes. “I’m sorry Niklaus…” she said through her struggle to control herself. “It’s just…the look on your face when he peed on you…” She dissolved into peals of fresh laughter and he sighed.
“Yes, and now I require another shower and some clean trousers. Why didn’t you warn me?”
“And ruin my fun?” she said with a smirk. “Not a chance.”
He rolled his eyes and tossed the soiled towel into the basket before slipping into the bathroom, her waning laughter cut off with the closing of the door.
Ten minutes later, he joined them in the living room, steadfastly ignoring the smug smirk on his brother’s face. “Shall we go to breakfast? I find myself with a bit of an appetite this morning.”
Elijah glanced at his watch with a cocked brow. “It’s nearly noon brother…”
He waved a hand. “Yes, yes, it’s morning somewhere, now isn’t it?” he said while taking his sleeping son from Bella. “Go shower and dress, love. We’ll go eat and while we’re out, we’ll discuss where we go from here.”
Bella’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean?”
“Well, it’s obvious you can’t continue living here, love. All the cold ones know where you are, and while I could kill them as they come along, it would cease to be fun after a while and would just be tiresome.”
“You don’t want that, lovely Bella,” Elijah murmured, his tone bored as he turned a page in his book. “He gets very contrary when bored. One could even say he becomes a right bastard…nasty business, that.” He looked up. “No, best to get him somewhere he’s comfortable and where he has his painting to keep him occupied.”
She stood there, staring between the brothers for moments while her thoughts processed until Klaus spoke. “Go love, take a hot shower and think about it. We’ll talk over breakfast, I promise you.”
With something resembling a growl, she turned and marched into her bedroom, the door closing firmly behind her.
With a smirk, Elijah spoke, never taking his eyes from the book in his hands. “Yes, she’s a spirited one, hardly willing to let you walk on her.” Klaus chuckled and Elijah continued. “So, New York or New Orleans, brother?”
Peering down at his sleeping son, Niklaus murmured, “I don’t know. I really don’t have a preference. I guess I’ll give Bella the option and see which place she prefers…”
A tapping at the door interrupted their conversation and Elijah glanced at Klaus who simply shrugged. “I guess I’ll get it, then,” he grumbled as Klaus shifted the baby to his shoulder before patting him gently.
His head snapped up though when the sound of a very familiar voice caught his attention. “I’m so hurt I wasn’t invited to the party! Now, aren’t you going to invite me in?”
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