121. Aurora

CHAPTER 121

Aurora

Morning comes entirely way too soon, and I don't want to wake up. I slide my hands down my body, then pop an eye open. My children are gone, most of my mates are gone. Somehow Dimitri slid out from under my head and slipped Klaus in. Sneaky bastards, I swear one of them is a fucking magician. I look up into the rafters, and even Arnulf is gone. Hmm, I believe this is a setup. Sneaky mates. Brilliant, but sneaky.

With bated breath, I maneuver myself with the finesse of a cat burglar, every movement measured and deliberate, as if the slightest noise could shatter the fragile tranquility of the moment. My heart pounds in my chest like a drumbeat, a symphony of nerves and anticipation, as I inch closer to my target.

As I begin the painstaking task of unbuttoning Klaus's shirt, each button becomes a miniature conquest, a victory won through sheer determination and patience. With each one that comes undone, I'm rewarded with the tantalizing glimpse of his well-defined chest, a sight that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

But despite my careful efforts, time seems to stretch on endlessly, each passing moment filled with the anticipation of what lies beneath. It's like unwrapping a precious gift on Christmas morning, the thrill of discovery mingling with a hint of nervousness, as if I'm venturing into uncharted territory.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, his shirt lies open before me, a testament to my stealth and cunning. With a silent victory dance in my head, I turn my attention to his pants, knowing that the real challenge lies ahead. His pants are like Fort freaking Knox, and I'm trying to break in without being discovered.

There are three logical options. Cut the elastic; effective but destroys his favorite pants. Attempt to work the pants down without slapping his cock with the elastic; probability of failure fifty percent. Finally, wake him up; definitely not an option. With my heart pounding in my chest like a drumbeat, I steel myself for the daring task at hand. Option two seems like the best course of action, despite the inherent risks. As I position myself over Klaus, a surge of adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my determination to see this through to the end.

With a silent prayer to the gods of stealth, I lower my head to the top of his pants, my canines descending in anticipation. With a steady hand, I lift the fabric and sink my teeth into the elastic, my breath catching in my throat as I prepare to execute my plan.

As I begin to inch his pants down, every movement is calculated and precise, my fingers dancing delicately over his hips in a dance of stealth and finesse. With each passing moment, I can feel the tension in the air mounting, the weight of the task at hand hanging heavy over me like a shroud.

But as I continue to work in full stealth mode, my focus remains unwavering, my eyes locked firmly on my prize. The probability of failure looms large in the back of my mind, but I refuse to let doubt cloud my judgment.

And then, just as I begin to see the light at the end of the tunnel, a sudden movement beneath me sends my heart racing. With a quick reflex born of desperation, I adjust my angle, narrowly avoiding disaster as I continue to lower his pants with painstaking precision.

But even as my breath hitches in my throat, I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration coursing through my veins. For in this moment of daring and audacity, I've embraced the thrill of the unknown, risking it all in pursuit of a moment of mischief and playfulness. And as I finally succeed in my mission, my heart soars with the sweet taste of victory.

"Angel?" Fuck, I'm busted. Having heard Klaus, I look up, his pants' elastic still in my canines. I raise my eyebrows at him and provocatively wiggle them. If I let go now, it's going to be the mother of all cock slaps, and it's gonna leave a mark.

Fuck finesse. I firmly grip his pants and pull them swiftly down past his ass to mid-thigh. "Yes, love?" I finally say after releasing his pants from my mouth. My eyes drift down to his engorged member. Gently, I blow my hot breath upon it before I look back up at him.

As Klaus's Adam's apple bobs with a nervous swallow, I can sense the shift in his demeanor, the subtle change in his scent as arousal begins to permeate the air around us. My smile widens in anticipation, my senses heightened by the heady musk that fills my nose, igniting a fire of desire deep within me.

With a playful glint in my eyes, I lower my lips to brush against the sensitive skin of his cock, relishing in the softness of his flesh beneath my touch. The mere proximity to his arousal sends shivers of pleasure coursing through my body, my own desire mirroring his in a primal dance of passion and longing.

"Sleep well?" I murmur teasingly, my voice husky with desire, just before my tongue traces a tantalizing path along the ridge of his cock. The taste of him is intoxicating, a heady blend of salt and musk that ignites a firestorm of need within me.

As I continue to tease and torment him with my mouth, I can feel the tension building between us, the air crackling with electricity as desire threatens to consume us both. In this moment of raw intimacy, there are no words, only the shared ecstasy of two souls united in a symphony of pleasure and passion.

And as Klaus responds to my touch with a soft moan of pleasure, I know that we've entered a realm beyond reason, a place where the only truth that matters is the overwhelming need that binds us together. For in the heat of the moment, there is no past, no future, only the delicious agony of the present, as we surrender ourselves completely to the irresistible pull of desire.

His breaths are ragged. "Yes, angel." He sounds breathy; his tone makes my muscles clench with need. I'm starting to be able to scent myself. Game on, bitches.

"What does my mate desire?" I inquire as I slowly run my tongue from root to tip with my eyes locked with his. I'm at war with my beast; she wants him and wants him now.

"You, always you, my angel." I could easily bring Jayce up right now, but I know their relationship is different. Klaus reaches down and grabs my arms, and pulls me up his body.

As I shed my top, tossing it aside with a sense of abandon, the anticipation thrums through my veins like a symphony of desire. But before I can even catch my breath, Klaus's hands are upon me, tracing patterns of fire across the curves of my body.

With practiced ease, he slides my leggings down, his touch igniting a blaze of need that threatens to consume us both. The rush of sensation leaves me reeling, my senses overwhelmed by the heady mixture of pleasure and longing that courses through me like a tidal wave.

But as I move to regain my balance, Klaus is quick to assert his dominance, pinning me to the floor with a force that leaves me breathless. The sudden shift in our dynamic sends a thrill of excitement racing through me, my heart pounding in my chest as I surrender to the pleasure of his touch.

With each caress of his hands, I can feel the beast within me awakening, its primal instincts urging me to abandon myself completely to the ecstasy of the moment. And as Klaus's lips find mine in a searing kiss, I know that there is no turning back, no escape from the fierce hunger that burns between us.

In this moment of raw passion and unbridled desire, there are no rules, no inhibitions, only the overwhelming need that binds us together in a frenzy of lust and longing. And as we lose ourselves in each other's embrace, I can't help but revel in the intoxicating thrill of surrender.

As Klaus's hands assert their dominance, roughly lifting my ass into the air, I can't help but gasp in surprise, the thrill of his commanding touch sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me. With each movement, he exudes an aura of power and control, his actions speaking louder than words as he takes charge of our intimate encounter.

I feel the head of his cock teasing my slick folds, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me with each tantalizing glide. But before I can press myself up to meet him, Klaus swiftly takes control of my arms, his growl of dominance sending a shiver down my spine.

In that moment, I realize that Klaus has been reading from Alaric's playbook, embracing his primal instincts with a newfound sense of confidence and authority. And as my forearms are pressed together behind my back, restrained by his firm grip, I can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what's to come.

With a suddenness that leaves me breathless, Klaus thrusts forward, his cock sinking deep inside me in a single, powerful motion. The sensation is overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure and ecstasy that threatens to consume me whole as he claims me as his own.

As Klaus's intensity grows, I'm overwhelmed by the sudden shift in his demeanor. His once tender touch has transformed into something primal and fierce, igniting a surge of exhilaration within me. Despite the shock of his newfound assertiveness, I find myself drawn to the raw passion that radiates from him.

With each forceful thrust, a wave of pleasure crashes over me, sending shivers down my spine. Klaus's grip on my hip tightens, adding a delicious edge of urgency to his movements. The air is thick with the heady scent of arousal, mingling with the sound of our ragged breaths filling the room.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Dimitri strides in, his presence commanding and powerful. His bear instincts are close to the surface, evident in the primal gleam in his eyes. I can feel the tension crackling in the air as he takes in the scene before him.

"Klaus, she's going into heat... She shouldn't be," Dimitri's voice cuts through the haze of passion, his words tinged with concern. Through the bond, I sense the urgency in his tone, and my heart clenches with unease.

As the gravity of the situation sinks in, Alaric makes the swift decision to remove the children and our companions, Nicodeamus and Helle, from the escalating tension. The weight of his decision hangs heavy in the air, casting a shadow over the once-ignited passion between Klaus and me.

As Klaus withdraws abruptly, a warm sensation spreads across my back, evidence of his release. His semen trickles down my skin, leaving a sticky residue in its wake. I feel his grip on my arms loosen, and then his lips meet mine in a tender kiss. Confusion clouds my thoughts as I gaze at him, my brow furrowed in perplexity. "The guys and I decided that Dimitri should have his chance at being a dad first." Klaus smiles and grabs his clothing, and leaves.

"Let's get you cleaned up, my love." Dimitri moves to my side and assists me in standing up. "If I am to fill you with my cub," he swallows deeply, "we do it the right way, not like savages. I am more than just my animal." As Dimitri helps me to my feet, his touch is gentle yet firm, grounding me in the present moment. I feel the warmth of his hand against mine, a comforting sensation that soothes my nerves. The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, each syllable carrying a depth of emotion that reverberates within me.

His voice, deep and resonant, fills the space around us, sending shivers down my spine. I can hear the sincerity in his tone, the raw vulnerability beneath his words. It's as if each breath he takes is infused with passion and longing, a silent plea for understanding.

As he leans in to kiss my lips, I am enveloped in a whirlwind of sensations. His touch ignites a spark within me, setting my skin ablaze with desire. The taste of his lips is intoxicating, a heady blend of sweetness and longing that leaves me breathless.