The Alpha and His Mate

You've got me right where you want me. (Right Where You Want Me, Jesse McCartney)

Present day.

He enters the bar wearing the most royally pissed off expression, which leads the men drinking at the tables to avert their eyes and makes the waitresses by the counter hesitant to approach him no matter how strikingly handsome he is. With his ash blonde hair and inviting eyes of ocean-blue, Niklaus Mikaelson is the devil's gift to women, but now that his stubbled jaw is clenched in fury and his eyes narrow to reflect the murderous intent barely restrained in his tightly balled fists, he is the devil himself.

He impatiently scans the bar for the sight of that one single person whom he's raring to throw against a wall and rip at right that moment. He needn't search long because he finds her at the far end of the counter, smiling coyly at a tall, brawned and bronzed man who's clearly smitten by the blonde vixen practically dangling herself in front of him. Klaus' nostrils flair and his eyes widen as he's hit by the unmistakably telling scent of an alpha male - he should know, because he's an alpha himself.

He curses under his breath. The mate to the alpha of Mystic Falls' werewolf pack, the beautiful and feisty and brazen and fucking stubborn Caroline Forbes, is flirting with another werewolf.

Klaus lets out a cold, low growl from deep in his throat, a dangerous warning that all lycans within a mile radius would hear. But the mate in question does not even notice it. In a one-in-a-billion glitch of nature, the spirits destined that this alpha male's mate would not be a werewolf like himself, but, of all things, a human.

It means that she does not have to suffer the terror of turning during the full moon. But Caroline's humanity has its tolls, and it strains what poor relationship she has with the wolf who's supposed to be her mate. She does not have keen senses. She does not have supernatural strength nor speed. And worst of all, she does not have lycian instincts.

It's instinct that makes mated wolves feel a deep emotional bond to each other. It's what makes them want to constantly be with each other, what makes them need to be with each other every breathing second of their lives. Klaus feels all these for his mate, but because his mate is human and lacks the instincts of a wolf, she feels none of the same for him.

The reality has been hard on him, that she doesn't need him the way he needs her, doesn't understand why he always wants her close to him or why he's ready to give the world to her on a silver platter. The only reason why she even assented to join his pack was because he threatened to destroy her hometown of Lawrence in Kansas if she didn't go with him, and even after that she made it crystal clear that although she was his mate and she was with his pack, she didn't want to be mated to him and she would never go through the mating ritual that would bind them for the rest of their lives. Until now she continues to reject all his advances, and she takes pleasure in annoying the hell out of him every chance she can get.

Just like what she's doing right now.

But if Caroline didn't hear the warning that Klaus let out, Mason Lockwood did.

The man's eyes slowly leave the blonde's low neckline to turn to the invading male and answer with a menacing snarl of his own. Wolves are fiercely territorial, and Mason is not about to allow another alpha to assert dominance in his own turf.

Caroline follows the Lockwood's line of sight and finds herself holding Klaus' furious gaze. She swallows hesitantly for a moment, but the very next second she's back to her ever defiant self and she stares her alpha male down boldly, refusing to look away.

If it were any other person, werewolf or not, who looked at Klaus that way, it would take only a quarter of a second for his fingers to close tightly around their necks until they either choked to their pathetic deaths or submitted to him. But lycan instinct disabled a wolf from harming his mate, and so he could do little next to gritting his teeth and cursing the spirits for making him mated to a human who does not feel an ounce of what Klaus feels for her.

Fine, he snaps in his mind. If his human of a mate does not want him –

He surprises Caroline when he grabs a random passing waitress by the arm, pulling her onto him quickly and forcibly so that the waitress ends up snugly pressed to his body. The girl looks up at Klaus, but instead of crying out in fear or pain she flashes him a pair of sharp canine teeth and snarls angrily at him.

Werewolf. Not so breakable – good.

His expression softens as he lets his body relax. The ferocity in his eyes fades and his orbs melt into a seductive shade of blue as he smirks at the waitress in his arms.

"What's your name, sweetheart?"

The waitress, a brown-eyed brunette who evidently has a bite, pauses to stare at him as his scent permeates her acute sense of smell. She instantly loosens up and smirks right back at him. An alpha's scent is distinct, and females can't help but be attracted to it. After all, only a fool would turn down the opportunity to be mated with an alpha and become an alpha female herself.

"Hayley." She purrs sweetly.

"Hayley, then." He says, his hand moving up her neck to toy with the necklace that lands a mere few centimeters from the valley between her breasts. "Want to get out of here?"

Her answer is to stand on her toes and lean in closer to him, pulling him unto her by the front edge of his leather jacket before bringing her lips unto his.

Fuck this, he thinks as he kisses Hayley back, unmindful of the blonde at the far end of the bar counter whose face suddenly twists into an expression on warring anger and hurt as she watches the entire scene fold out.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Mason says, but right the next second, the girl he's flirting with has slipped out of her seat and made her way towards the bar's exit in three strides. The doors slam violently shut, startling the other customers.

Klaus immediately pulls back, feeling a numbing pain in his chest. The one-way emotional bond makes him feel every extreme emotion that Caroline feels, so…

He groans, pushing a surprised Hayley off of him.

Hayley thinks he's playing, and the she-wolf bites her lower lip alluringly as she grabs his hand. "I know a place –"

His eyes narrow once again as he forces Hayley's hand off his wrist, growling at her as a warning. Hayley stops, confused, and Klaus wastes not a second longer and heads out of the bar to follow his mate.

"Hey!" he hears Hayley calling out behind him.

He snorts. Christ, peasants. Always so desperate.

-o-

"What the bloody hell are you doing?" Klaus roars at her the moment he gets into their room, where he finds her sitting on her disarrayed bed, seething with anger. The entire place is trashed – chairs and tables smashed, books torn, mirrors broken.

She looks up at him and there's a violent skim of anger swimming turbulently in the surface of her eyes. "What am I doing? How about you? What were you doing?" Caroline furiously snaps back at him.

"I was looking for my mate because she snapped my guards' necks and let my hostage go before running away to a fucking bar to flirt with Mason motherfucking Lockwood –"

"Well I wasn't the one who was shoving my tongue down some stranger's throat, was I?" She yells, suddenly lunging at him in an attempt to push him away from her.

He's stronger, faster – he catches her arm mid air and holds on with a vise-like grip as he uses his supernatural speed to blur them away and slam her back against the wall.

She groans in pain and drops her head as he pins her arms unto the surface by the sides of her head. By the time she raises her head to look up, he's staring right at her, eyes still angry but somehow apologetic.

"You're jealous." He says.

She scowls at him, as if she can't believe he actually has the nerve to use those two words together in a sentence that pertains to her.

Klaus clenches his teeth in helpless exasperation. "Fuck, Caroline, what do you want? You don't want me. You've made that perfectly clear since the day I met you. You'd rather flirt with some random git over being within a ten foot pole from me. You know what, love? I'm tired. If you don't want to be with me then–"

"I hate you!" she screams breathlessly at him, and it makes him feel agonizingly sick because he can feel every ounce of hatred that drips from her voice and he realizes that what she said is true.

But the next thing he knows, her lips are crashing into his and she's kissing him. His eyes widen, his hold on her wrists slacking as he freezes in surprise while his mind registers the fateful fact that she's finally touching him for the first time.

She takes advantage of his stunned state to flex her hands free of his grasp before moving them off the wall to tug on his hair and draw him deeper into their kiss. Something clicks inside his head and he finally responds by circling one arm around her middle and placing the other on the back of her thigh. In one swift move, he deftly lifts her unto his waist, pressing her harder against the wall so she can brace herself on the solid surface as her arms wrap around his neck and her ankles dig unto the small of his back.

Her body locks perfectly into his, the way a mate is made for her mate, and as his tongue swirls gracefully with hers he decides that every miserable moment of waiting and wanting that has lead to this is worth it, even if she suddenly flees from him one second from now because she's fickle like that. Caroline's touch feels delightfully warm against his skin and hell, everything that she makes him feel right now almost sends his head into overdrive. His mate is kissing him and it's the most breathtaking feeling in the world.

She pulls away from the kiss, panting heavily. He closes his eyes and leans in back to her, resting his forehead on hers, reveling in the warmth of their breaths that join together between their touching faces.

"I hate you." she still tells him, but softer and meeker now. "And I don't know why I'm so angry that you were kissing another girl but I am."

"That's how I feel about you being with anyone else, love." He tells her honestly. "I respect your decision not to be mated to me, but it's difficult to see you like that at the bar tonight."

"Not apologizing," she declares, placing a hand lightly on his chest.

"Wouldn't have wanted you to."

Her lips curl into a rare smile and the look in his eyes is priceless when she doesn't avoid his lips as they come to capture hers again. The kiss ignites a fire that blazes throughout her body, and for the first time since this whole 'I'm-your-mate' ruckus, she does feel like she's connected to him, in a way bigger than the entire universe can explain. For the first time since he told her five years ago that she is his mate and that that he needs her to live, she feels the same way about him.

She doesn't say anything as he moves them off the wall and into his bed. She doesn't say anything as she tugs his jacket off, and then his shirt, and then his jeans. She doesn't say anything as he helps her pull her top off, and then her skirt, and then their shoes.

But she moans when she falls unto bed with him and he starts nuzzling the base of her neck. She moans as his lips trail down to her pulse point, hovering just above the curve of her breasts. And oh she moans when he finally takes a pert nipple into his mouth, a burst of heat washing over her as he pleasures her with tongue and teeth. She feels him smile against her breasts when she arches her back to offer him more, but she frankly couldn't care less whether he smiled or frowned while sucking her as long as he continued to make her body tingle in all the right places.

"So fucking beautiful," she hears Klaus mutter to himself while pausing to turn to her other breast, tongue flicking out to lap exquisitely at the pink bud before popping it into his mouth and giving the same attention that he showed its twin.

She's so engrossed by the exhilarating sexual haze that he feeds her head that she barely notices when he stops his ministrations to re-maneuver the two of them. He shifts his body and pulls her own unto his so that she lays next to him, his chest warm against her back and his throbbing cock snug against the cleft of her ass.

Oh.

"Klaus –"

"Yes, love?" he whispers against her nape, his breath delightfully electrifying against her bare skin.

She forgets what she wants tell him when his right arm glides under her side to find its way back to her breast again. His other arm begins its slow descent to the juncture between her legs, and before she can even think about what she's doing, she's parting her thighs open for him. She bites back a whimper as his fingers brush over the smoothness of her damp skin, but no amount of self-control is able to hold her back from letting out a choked cry when he eases a single digit inside her entrance, right up to the second knuckle.

Oh yes.

"Did you say anything, love?" he smugly blows the words on the back of her neck.

She shakes her head and chews on her lower lip as he leisurely moves around. He's playing and teasing and tempting, altering his angle, depth and speed at whim, making her impossibly wetter than she already is. He adds a second finger in, and she grinds against his hand in an effort to ride the surge of lust that he sends right through her drenched core. Heck if he's this good with his fingers then just imagine what he can do with his co-

Her line of thought is broken when his fingers travel to find that center of pleasure at the apex of her thighs and begins to tease with slow, deliberate strokes. She jerks against his chest, her lips turned up to an ecstatic smile as her head rolls back unto the curve of his shoulders.

Klaus smirks inwardly, pleased at her reaction. If he knew that flirting with some random she-wolf was all it would take to finally make his mate receptive to him, he would've done it a long time ago.

Caroline closes her eyes, relishes in the pleasure that his hands give her, becoming more and more conscious of the tension coiling up in her stomach as the minutes pass by. Her mate takes his time, putting her pleasure before his own even though she can feel his rigid length straining against her back. But the need he has awaken in her makes her greedy, makes her selfish.

"Klaus." She says again, firmer this time.

"Hm?"

"Stop."

A lump forms in his throat, but he does just as he says. He lets his hands fall back and tries his best not to let the disappointment show in his face. He'd been dreading this, he knew that it would happen but somehow hoped that it wouldn't. His mate had changed her mind and everything would be back to how they were before.

She turns around to face him, opening her eyes only when she can feel his breath against her face. She looks into his eyes, wanting him to see that she means what she's saying.

"I need more."

He raises a brow, uncertain what she means. More…?

"I need you." she makes it clear to him.

He looks at her seriously, earnestly. "Don't play games with me, Caroline."

"I'm not."

"But you know what that means."

"It's not a full moon."

"You'll still be marked. And the on the next full moon I won't be able to hold myself back from claiming you."

"I know." She whispers. She lowers her head unto the crook of his neck, tucking her forehead under his chin. "I submit."

He feels the raw, animalistic power of dominance surging in his veins. With or without the direction of lycian instinct, his mate has finally given herself to him. She has acknowledged the fact that she belongs to him, and him to her.

And now that she has submitted, he can dominate.

He rolls her over, planting her on all fours, his chest pressing against her back as he positions himself behind her.

"Last chance, love. If you don't tell me to stop now, I'm not going to stop no matter what you say later."

She shakes her head. She doesn't know why she wants this so bad, why she needs him inside her when all the time she's been with him, she's hardly been able to tolerate him. But there's something in her gut that tells her that this is how things are supposed to be. It's not something she can explain – it just feels right.

"Well then."

He forgets all about control and slams himself right into her, her eyes widening when he buries himself up to the hilt in one quick, forceful thrust. She holds back a cry of pain from the discomfort of abruptly being stretched and filled completely, but he feels the sudden racing of her heartbeat and knows that she's hurt. He curses at himself as he struggles to rein his self-control in; he should never, not even in the throes of lust, forget that Caroline is human, so much more frail and breakable than a wolf like him.

He tries to calm himself down to give her a moment to adjust to his length, fighting the impatience brought by the high-octane aggression from finally dominating his mate after years of her resistance. She closes her eyes as she feels the pain start to subside, willing herself to focus on the feel of him inside her. Her walls start to flex and flutter against and around the thickness of his cock, and when her breathing has finally evened out again, he knows that she's ready.

He bites inside his mouth as he puts his hands on her hips to steady the two of them before proceeding to pound into her with everything that he has.

"Klaus! Oh my g-mfff!" Caroline claws at the sheets, burying her head on the pillows to stifle the cries of pleasure that he elicits from her.

He falls into a brutal driving rhythm, the sheer force of his thrusts sending the bed creaking each time he pulls out of her only to propel himself back in harder. His balls smack against her ass, making that sweet squelching sound as he pistons in and out of her, rough and raw and reckless and ruthless. She's too hot, too tight, too wet, too fucking beautiful and he loves it. She's made for him, dammit, and he loves her.

"Don't do that, love." He growls at her, grabbing her hair forcefully with his fist and yanking her head up so the pillows can no longer muffle her screams. "I want all of Florida to hear you scream so they know who you belong to."

"Klaus!" she moans ecstatically, no longer caring if the whole state of Florida could indeed hear her. Hazed by the primal carnality of being joined to her mate, every other string of thought is erased from her mind save for how good he feels inside her. The tension in her stomach burns merciless, almost driving her to the brink of insanity. "Oh my god, Klaus!"

"That's right, love, me. You're mine."

"Yours." She repeats as she moves her hips to meet with his in feral abandon. She arches her back further, breathing in deeply as she feels the coiled spring in her stomach raring for release. "Yours. Yours. Yo-"

He pumps into her once, twice, and then finally he feels her shuddering all around him as she closes her eyes and sees fireworks exploding in the darkness. He picks up his pace and thrusts even faster, ramming into her harder, wanting her to ride every wave and ripple of the blinding pleasure to the highest that he can take her. It feels so good to be inside her and he can barely keep his own body under control, but he forces himself to keep from joining her in rapture now. He will please his mate first and take care of himself later.

She thrashes her body with bated breath, completely losing herself over the decadence he offers. She makes quick, shallows gasps like a wild animal lost in the pleasure of its heat, but then again that wouldn't have been an inappropriate description. She doesn't even hear herself scream his name again and again and again while she comes, a tantric mantra that sounds like pure music to his ears.

When her climax finally subsides, Klaus pulls out of her and instinctively brings her into his arms, cradling her exhausted body against his as he lets her go down from her high. He can't help his lips from curling into a pleased smile when he sees the abundance of the liquid heat that trickles from her thighs, as if her screams and his soaked cock weren't enough proof that his mate enjoyed this thoroughly.

He listens to the decrescendo of her heartbeat, tracing light lines in her arm while taking in the mesmerizing sight of her in afterglow. It takes a while before her eyes finally flutter open, but when they do she smiles at him and everything is Klaroline and nothing hurts.

"That was…" she starts languidly, though she never finishes what she wants to say. Sparks of pleasure still linger in her core, disabling her from sensible thought.

"Go on, love, tell me what you thought about that." Klaus encourages her, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. She smells of wolf and of sweat and of sex, but it's the most wonderful scent to him right now.

"Show-off."

"Did that make you regret refusing me for the last five years?"

"Maybe if you weren't such a jerk I would've liked you sooner."

"How am I a jerk, love? All I ever did was take care of you."

"Oh really, by keeping me in your house twenty four seven and then kidnapping one of my best friends to trade for some gun?"

"Come on love, there was a war and Lawrence was smack in the middle of it. I did you a favor by getting you out of there. And your best friend killed half of the neighboring town's werewolf pack."

"Well Cas is an angel and it isn't his fault that your werewolf friends sided with Crowley."

"Well Cas is an angel and it isn't my fault that I needed someone Dean would be willing to trade the colt for."

"Okay speaking of Dean, can you please leave him and Sam out of everything? You know they're my friends."

"Why are we talking about your Kansas friends, love, this is not good topic for pillow talk."

She sits up, looks at him seriously. "I'll make you a deal. You leave Dean, Sam and Cas out of your werewolf troubles from now on."

He raises a brow. "And what will I get for doing that?"

"I'll take care of you." she answers. And then she smirks seductively as she eyes his still flaccid cock. "Starting with that."

-o-

A/N:

1. Hey guys, it's Erica. :) I write multi-chapter fics as she. dreams. in. colour in FFN and I'm on tumblr as erica-dreams-in-colour. Feel free to check out my other stuff, links are in my profile page.

2. So yeah this popped my M-rating cherry. Sorry if it was all over the place. I tried, guys, but it's so hard to write when you're so frustrated by Klayley! Here is to hoping that I never find this story in the Klaroline Review Council blog raped with the stamp for 'Bad Sex'.

3. 'In Progress' because I intent to write a prequel and a sequel to this, how Klaus met Caroline and then later the mating ritual. :)

4. Friends super sorry to everyone who's posted new stories or updates that I haven't reviewed yet or sent reviews/messages that I haven't answered, I've been having very busy weekends lately. :( I promise to catch up next weekend. :)