chapter thirty one

ciao bella

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       JORDANNA JONES WAS loving life.

      I mean, who wouldn't? Walking around in a silk bathrobe, sipping on mimosas, bourbon,  champagne ━ you name it.

      She let Klaus deal with the whole, looking for the ancient sword thing ━ though he never actually got his hands dirty, it was Klaus, for fucks sake. Obviously, he compelled himself a couple of workers to do that for him, but still, you wouldn't ever catch Klaus nor Jordanna doing the dirty work.

       The first few days of their trip to Italy Jordanna ignored Klaus, she was still mad that he had daggered Rebekah, but, soon the hybrid had fell into her good books again.

      Though she still made a point to bring it up every now and then just to remind the hybrid that she was still mad. She couldn't tell if she did it out of pure spite or the fact she actually enjoyed angering the original.

      It made everything simply more.. exciting.

A knock echoed through the lavish hotel room that Jordanna laid in alone, as Klaus had been out for a couple of hours trying to navigate the sword.

The witch pushed her body up from the bed and made her way to the door, her dainty fingers reached for the handle as she pulled it open.

There stood a young boy, not much older than herself ━ twenty one, twenty two maybe, clad in the black hotel uniform. His charming smile reached his eyes as he noticed her presence.

"Ciao bella," Hello beautiful, his heavy, thick accent rang through her ears.

"Ciao," Jordanna greeted sweetly, sending him a toothy smile as the hotel worker moved around the trolley that accompanied him.

"You called for some towels, yes?" The boy asked, glancing down at her attire.

"Yeah," Jordanna hummed, nodding her head.

The boy's smile widened as he pulled out a couple of towels from one of the compartments in his trolley. "Would you like anything else? Pinot Grigio, Prosecco, perhaps?"

Jordanna pursed her lips in thought, she did manage to drink all the drinks that the hotel had provided them with, what's one more going to hurt?

"A bottle of Prosecco, please.." her eyes scanned over his name tag. "Matteo."

He nodded with a grin, pulling out a bottle of the bubbly wine and the soft white towels before handing them to the Jones witch.

"How are you enjoying your stay in, Italia?" Matteo asked charmingly, his bright blue eyes standing out against his dark hair.

Jordanna grinned, the words of her mother tongue effortlessly falling from her mouth as the sweet conversation carried on.

By the time Klaus had returned, the pair were still stood outside the hotel room talking, neither of them had realised that it had almost been an hour later.

Klaus clenched his jaw, rolling his eyes as he saw the young boys eyes skim over Jordanna's body ━ the body that in which was barley covered with one small silk bathrobe.

A scoff left his lips as he strode down the corridor approaching the two as the sound of Jordanna's sweet laugh rang through his ears.

The deafening sound of the unknown worker's laugh echoed down the hallway making Klaus want to kill something, preferably him.

His blue eyes narrowed as he watched the young boy hand the witch a large wine glass, his fingers deliberately skimming hers.

The Mikaelson rolled his eyes yet again as he finally joined the two, instantly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her body into his. Pressing his lips to hers in a possessive manner, his ringed hand slid from her cheek to the back of her neck ━ tugging her closer.

Klaus pulled away with a smirk as his eyes fell on her swollen pink lips before they trailed over to the worker who awkwardly stood in front of the couple.

"Sorry mate," Klaus apologised, a fake smile sat on his lips. "Didn't see you there."

"No worries, Mr. Mikaelson," Matteo sent him a tight lipped smile before he began to push the trolley away only to be stopped by Klaus.

"Don't suppose you've got any bourbon in there?" Klaus gestured to the trolley, his whole body demeanour intimidating the younger boy.

"Uh ━ no sir, I'll have some sent up to your room."

"Fantastic," Klaus grinned, grabbing Jordanna's waist and pushing her back into the hotel room, locking the door after them.

"What the fuck was that?" Jordanna crossed her arms over her chest as she watched the hybrid shrug his jacket off, tossing it down onto a chair that sat in the corner of the room.

"What was what?" Klaus asked innocently, pulling his shirt over his head, the beaming heat of the sun taking ahold of him when he entered the room. He made his way over to the small table where Jordanna had placed the Prosecco bottle.

"Don't play dumb, it's not cute," the witch rolled her eyes as Klaus swiftly popped the cork from the bottle before taking a large swig.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart," Klaus shrugged, playing it off as he made his way over to Jordanna.

"You're so fucking childish sometimes," Jordanna mumbled, taking a hold of the glass bottle as Klaus held it out to her, she brought it to her lips as her eyes fell upon Klaus' naked torso. Her eyes tracing over the defined abs to the small tattoo, to the collection of necklaces and finally back to his own eyes.

Klaus shrugged, pulling a face as he watched her place the glass down before licking the remains of the wine from her lips. His eyes fell to her chest as a drop of wine fell down the valley of her breasts, whilst hers were stuck on his lips where his tongue met the corner of his mouth. Their eyes met once again and Jordanna could feel his breath fanning her face at the close proximity.

The hybrid leant forward reattaching her lips to his, his tongue hungrily explored her mouth.

[M] - mildly mature content i guess xoxo

He lowered his head, attacking her neck with rough kisses. Jordanna gasped slightly when she felt his teeth sink into her soft skin, a breathy moan left her lips as the hybrid fed from her. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly before he trailed back up to her lips, his hand caressed her face as he brought his bloodied lips to hers.

The Jones witch bit on his lower lip, earning a deep moan from the hybrid as his hands slid down her body, resting on her hips.

Her back slammed into the wall besides the bed as one of Klaus' hands rose, gripping the side of her neck.

Jordanna's eyes fluttered shut as his knee slid between her legs, parting them as he rubbed against her. A small moan left her lips as his hands travelled down to her ass, pulling her up as her legs wrapped around his waist.

       He sped them to the bed where he sat down, the witch straddling him, her hands on his cheeks whilst his grasped at her hips.

      Jordanna pulled away from his lips as Klaus' phone rang, the irritating noise echoing through the hotel room. The witch paid no mind to it as her lips traced over the side of his neck. Klaus flipped them over, holding himself up with one hand as the other reached towards his phone.

      "Bloody, Stefan," Klaus mumbled in agitation as he went to decline the call only to be stopped by Jordanna.

      "Answer it," She told him, running her leg up and down his side.

      "He can wait," Klaus assured her, raising an eyebrow.

      "Yeah well,  it's probably about our little hunter friend," Jordanna shrugged, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his jugular to hide the mischievous smile that sat on her lips.

      Klaus narrowed his eyes at her in suspicion before he answered the call. "How the hell did Connor escape?" Stefan's worried, yet annoyed voice rang through the pairs ears.

      "I'd blame my numbing incompetence, but pointing fingers isn't going to help," Klaus simply stated, shutting his eyes as Jordanna pressed kisses over his shoulder. Her legs tightened around his waist, her free hand trailing between their bodies.

       "Well he could be anywhere now."

      Klaus shot the witch a warning look, to which she ignored. "Think, Stefan. He took the hybrid's head which means he wants werewolf venom," Klaus grunted out as Jordanna's hand pressed against his crotch, squeezing slightly.

      "Which means he plans to stay in Mystic Falls to kill vampires."

     "Which is a pity as I'm half way the world away digging up a dead hunter. You'll have no access to my blood and therefore the antidote," Klaus told Stefan, clearing his throat afterwards as Jordanna cheekily unbuttoned his jeans, her hand slipping past the seam of his boxers. "Nevertheless, his tattoo is our only map to the cure, so your task is quite simple; find him, catch him, and all above━" Klaus let out a deep breath as the witches hand wrapped around his dick.

      "━ keep him alive. He's no good to us dead."

      "Damon's been looking everywhere for him, if they cross paths.."

      Klaus pulled away from the phone for a second, his chest rising up and down as he lent forward, towards the witch's ear. "Jordanna," his voice had a slight edge to it as he sent her a pointed look.

      "Smetti di parlare," she mumbled, continuing to kiss his jaw as her grip tightened around him, thumbing the head of his dick.

      Klaus glared at her before bringing the phone back up to his ear, "you'll need to keep Damon in check."

      "Be a lot easier if I could just tell him the truth."

      "You trust Damon with the cure? I imagine he prefers your girlfriend the way she is," Klaus responded as Jordanna pressed her hand against is chest, flipping them over so she straddled his waist. The Original pulled away from the phone once again as the witch started stroking his dick in her hand.

      "Nice try, Klaus. But I trust Damon a hell of a lot more than I trust you."

      Klaus rolled his eyes in both annoyance and pleasure as Jordanna pressed kisses down his torso, tightening her grip around him.

       "And I trust no one. Which is why my sister's lying daggered in a box. The more who find out about the cure, the more who will go after it ━ nations have gone to war for less. You mark my words; tell one soul and I will throw the hunters sword in the Mediterranean and we can end this quest right here."

      "Really? Trust no one, huh? Where's Jords then, Klaus? I'm guessing this 'trust no━"

      Jordanna rolled her eyes before plucking the phone from his grip, "we're busy, Stef. So if you don't mind."

       As soon as the called ended Klaus flipped them over one again, immediately pressing his lips to hers. She pulled her hands from his jeans before he grasped her wrists, holding them above her head.

      "That wasn't very nice," Klaus mumbled against her neck as he kissed down her jugular.

      "It was fun," Jordanna sighed in content, tilting her head back as the hybrid nipped at her neck.

      "Sweetheart," Klaus tutted, ripping the bathrobe from her body. "Don't start something you can't finish."

      "Actually, I always finish," Jordanna taunted as Klaus' hand trailed over her bare skin.

      The hybrid responded by sinking his fangs into her neck again, a moan slipping past her lips.

      His free hand slipped down her back, unhooking her lace bra as he unattached his teeth from her neck. Ripping the piece of material from her body before he slowly left wet kisses down the valley of her breasts, a moan escaped her lips as Klaus began sucking on her hardened nipple.

      There was nothing, nothing gentle about the way Klaus moved, but it was addicting. He roughly sucked on her skin, leaving marks. His hands left her wrists as one moved to her jaw, tilting it upwards as he deepened the kiss whilst the other slid down, moving her thong aside before pushing two fingers inside her. Her back arched against the bed at his touch, fingers curling as he pushed them in and out.

       The witch's hands gripped his shoulders tightly, her manicured nails digging into his skin sending a flicker of pleasure up his spine. The hybrid pulled away from the kiss to watch her expression with a smug smirk on his face.

      Her breath hitched as he pushed another finger in without warning, the cold rings clashing with the warmth of her clit. Jordanna's eyes rolled to the back of her head as he pinched her clit between his fingers, increasing the pace.

      The hybrid crashed his lips on hers once again, both letting out small pants as the tension in the room grew heavy. Jordanna released his lower lip and moved down to his jaw, kissing down his throat and making her way to his collar bone.

      His fingers entangled in her hair, as he tugged on it ━ bringing her lips back up to his. He hurriedly removed his jeans, kicking them off before pulling off his boxers. Her back arched into the bed as he rubbed the head of his dick against her, her grip on his shoulders tightening as she let out a breathy moan into his mouth.

      Crimson trickled down the hybrids back by the time he was completely inside her, a groan left her lips as he thrusted in her, her muscles tight as he pushed in and out of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her breasts bounced back and forth as she gasped at the pleasure of him filling her.

      Her hands slid down his back, tracing the muscles as her toes curled as he shifted in place, hitting a different spot. Her body filled with euphoria as he shoved his tongue down her throat once again, kissing her deeply.

      Her legs shook in pleasure as she came down from her high, his thrusts became sloppy before he groaned, thrusting inside her deeply one last time before pulling out of her.

      He rolled to the side, laying next to her as their chests heaved up and down. Klaus' eyes grew amused as the witch rose from the bed, stumbling slightly as she made her way to the bathroom. "You alright, sweetheart?"

       "Fuck off Klaus, go eat a bag of dicks."

{AN} ANyway I think I might go pray now xox

cryinggg ;//// that was fucking terrifying to write
just thinking right -- imagine if the rings got lost up there :o
idk someone asked for jealous and this what u got so have fun

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(edited 08/03/22)