Mates
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Althea Roberts sighed in relief as the plane touched down. It had really caused her ears hell. It was the same problem every time she flew. It was why she had wanted to drive to Vegas, but her friends had coaxed her into flying. It was quicker. She stood and flicked a deep red curl away from her eye with a clawed finger, allowing people to see both her eyes had cat slit pupils. She wondered sometimes, if all ferals had the same problem with flying as she did. She had never gotten round to asking her dad's old army buddy if he had trouble flying in any of the times he'd been around- helping her with her mutation.
The recently turned twenty one year old pulled her hand luggage down from the overhead locker, and left the plane, knowing her friends were following right behind her. She could hear the five of them laughing and chatting happily. All she wanted really was some peace and quiet and a good strong drink- even though she couldn't get drunk thanks to her healing factor.
"Thea, how you holding up?" Matt asked, his brown hair hanging in front of his warm brown eyes, as always.
"Not good, Mattie." She said. "That flight killed my ears."
"Ah, you'll live!" Ellie, a short pixie like blonde said, smiling.
"She's the most likely to survive this trip!" Natalie said, her black hair pulled into a high pony tail.
Althea smiled. She had met Matt, Ellie, Natalie, Luca and Dermot when she'd started university. Luca and Dermot were both twins, who were burly and had short blonde hair and green eyes. They looked like body guards, but you couldn't meet two nicer guys. Althea had made great friends with all of them, and was glad to have met them. They were the first humans to treat her as if she weren't some freak of nature. Even her dad, to some extent, held her at arms length and tried to get her to cover up her mutation. But not the friends she made in university.
"I know that. Now, I'd better call the old man."
"He still bugging you for updates?" Dermot asked.
"Unfortunately." Althea grimaced. "I mean, I'm twenty one and he wants me to check in as if I'm a thirteen year old going on a camping trip for the first time!"
The others flinched. They all knew that it was a sore spot for her, her dad's overbearing.
"Just, quickly check in, and then hang up." Luca said. "It's the easiest thing to do."
"Yeah, well, I just wish he'd leave me live my life."
"Well, I think its sweet he cares so much." Ellie said.
"Sweet?" Althea asked. "It's annoying. I'm an adult. I can drink, I can gamble. I can bloody well have a good shag if I want one. I don't need to check in with my father, but if I don't, he'll hunt me down and won't leave me out of his sight!" She said, exasperated. She pulled out her phone, and turned it on, before calling her father.
"Althea, that you?" Her dad's groggy voice asked.
"Yeah. We just landed. We're heading for customs. Everything's fine. There you go. I've checked up with you now. Happy?"
"Very." He said.
Althea hung up, and put her phone away. Customs and baggage claim took an age, and then they had to catch the bus to the hotel. Luckily, the Excalibur was one of the first on the stop root. They checked in, and Althea went up to her room, thankful she had one to herself. She loved her friends, but she liked her space. She'd had enough of sharing her space in the first year of university, in the halls. So when she finally got her own room, in second year, she was thankful. Now, they had all just finished their three year courses, hers being History, and were on a celebratory holiday, having graduated.
She unpacked, and took a long shower. When she came out, she dried off, grabbed her pyjamas, and collapsed on the bed. She was only in a standard room, but man, the bed was comfortable as hell.
Althea was woken by loud knocking, several hours later. She got up, and went to the door. When it was open, Natalie and Ellie walked right in.
"You've had your rest; it's time to get ready for going out!" Natalie said. She was wearing tight black leather pants and a black tube top that highlighted her figure.
"Where are we going?"
"Well, dinner, then the casinos and bars, of course!" Ellie said. "No, let's see what you've packed. You always did have nice taste. Bloody hell, is this your whole wardrobe?" Ellie was wearing a denim mini skirt with a pink silk short sleeved shirt.
"I may have nice taste, but what I have, can fit into a suitcase." Althea said. She didn't own many clothes. Not really.
Ellie pulled out a black velvet and lace top, which was in the style of a halter neck waist coat that had very little back. The part around the back that it did have was laced up. She also pulled out a chiffon shirt, the top of which seemed corseted. Then, she grabbed Althea's thigh high, high heeled boots.
"Here, go wash, put some makeup and these on." She said, shooing her friend to the bathroom.
Althea was quick to do as told, but put on very little makeup, except some mascara and grey eye shadow. When she was done, they met the guys downstairs, and headed for the dinning room. The food was great, and Althea's pasta was perfect. Then, they hit the casinos and bars. She drank heavily, getting a slight buzz, but nothing else. She didn't, however, gamble much. She left that to her friends. Who were getting very lucky, mind.
They went through about two casinos, and several bars. Althea was watching Mark throw the dice once again, when she felt the presence of someone behind her.
"Hello, Althea." A very familiar voice growled in her ear.
She looked round and up into the ice blue eyes of her dad's old army buddy. He hadn't changed. His short black hair and sideburns were the exact same. He was even wearing the same black duster.
"Hello Victor. It's been a while."
"Four years. You look ravishing." He said, huskily.
"Thanks for the compliment. I didn't expect to see you here." And she hadn't. She hadn't seen him in four years. He'd said she was good enough in dealing with her mutation, but he said he'd still visit, and never did. Even though he'd left her with his dog tags.
"I have a job to do here. Nothing big. It can wait."
"Ah." She said. "Pay well?" Of course it would. His types of jobs always paid well.
"As always." He said, his tone a slight growl. "What are you doing here?"
"Me and some friends are here. We just graduated." She said. She caught a scent coming from him. One she'd smelt on him once before. Just before he'd left. One she recognised now. Lust. And it caused a strong reaction in her. A burn started between her legs as she inhaled.
He chuckled, and she knew he'd smelt her reaction to him. His lips brushed against her ear, and she felt his hands on her hips. "Well, well, well kitten. I wasn't expecting to see you or smell that scent coming from you so quickly. I thought it would take a bit more time and effort on my part." He chuckled, and she felt him press himself against her. In turn, she also felt something very big and hard pressing into her. "Mind you, I knew from the last time I saw you, what was going to happen, eventually. Well, that's a lie. I'd known for a while longer than that. I'll admit."
"What makes you so sure that anything will happen?" She asked him, holding back the moan from the pleasure the burn was creating between her legs from him being so close. She'd been attracted to Victor for years, but it had never been as strong as this. Her inner feral wanted to jump him. To have him take her.
"Don't tell me you don't feel it. Your feral side wants me. You want me. Just as much as I want you. And you know that I will have you. I claimed you four years ago." He brought one of his hands up to her neck, where his dog tags rested. "You are mine. And I always get what I see as mine." His voice was a low growl. "I'm in the Bellagio. The Penthouse suite. Come tomorrow night at eleven. But, once you come to me, that's it. No going back."
"And if I don't?"
"Well, I guess it'll be like a game of cat and mouse then." He growled huskily. "I will have you."
And he was gone. Just as silently as he'd turned up, he disappeared into the crowds. Althea shook herself, and decided to join her friends at the table, attempting to forget for a moment her meeting with Victor Creed. But, every so often, her hand would work up to the dog tags, and grab them, showing her mind was never far away from the meeting, and the invitation.
Victor growled as he stepped under the cascading water of the shower in one of the two bathrooms of his suite. Why the fuck did he tell her tomorrow night? Not that night? Well, it was done now. And it would end up with the same conclusion. He was sure of it. She'd reacted strongly to him. But that didn't solve the problem he had right now. Right now, he wanted nothing more than to search her out and bury himself inside her. But he had to settle for his hand. Yeah, he could always call one of those call girls they advertised up and down the strip, but none of them would solve the problem fully. They wouldn't be her. They wouldn't smell like her. And they most definitely wouldn't be feral. None of those frail bitches would be able to take him. He normally ended up doing serious damage to the girls he used. Not that he cared really.
But now, he wanted someone who could take him. There weren't many ferals. Even less with a healing factor like his. And then, more than half of those were males. So to have found Althea… well, he just got lucky. It was why he kept going back. Making sure she was alright. Making sure none of the others, not even Jimmy, had found her. She was his. He had been the first to find her. So he was the one who got her. No others. And if it meant driving away any other threats to his future mate, then who was he to complain? But he had convinced himself to wait until she was of age. He had to much respect of her old man, and her, to take advantage while she was still figuring out who she was, as a teen. It was why he had forced himself not to go see her for four years. She still had things to experience, without him, but now… Now she was a fully grown woman. The scents that filled Vegas meant he couldn't tell if she was still a virgin or not, but he hoped she was. The idea of another male having touched her made him want to go on a killing spree. Starting with the one who'd taken what he should.
An image of her came to mind as he stroked himself, and he imagined her under him, naked, panting and gasping as he pounded into her, long and hard. Screaming his name as he brought her to an orgasm. Also, on her hands and knees, while he took her from behind, like the animals they were. Then, her tied to the bed, bucking and writhing while he ravished her body. Victor grunted as he spilled. When he was done, he washed, and then stepped out of the shower. He was going to do all those things to her when he saw her tomorrow, and more.
Althea was distracted most of the day, but Natalie and Ellie managed to get what had happened the night before when they were in one of the shops. The guys were of somewhere else, citing they didn't want to go anywhere near the shops.
"What has you so distracted, Thea?" Natalie asked.
"Nothing. I'm fine." She said, browsing the music selection.
"No you're not!" Ellie said. "We can both see that. Now, what the hell is wrong? You've been skittish all day, and distant from us. You can tell us what's up."
Althea sighed. "You know I told you guys about Victor."
"Victor… your tutor, Victor? The mutant who helped you with your mutation?" Ellie asked quietly.
"The extremely handsome, over one hundred year old that doesn't age, and gave you his army tags, Victor?" Natalie clarified.
"That's him." Althea said, hands subconsciously reaching for the tags.
"What about him?" Ellie asked.
"He turned up last night."
"Where?" They asked together.
"In the Stratosphere casino." Althea answered, before telling them about the entire, but brief, meeting.
"Oh my God." Ellie said. "Are you going to go?"
"I don't know! I mean, I've known him all my life, but, he's… wouldn't the age gap be problematic?"
"Oh, that won't matter!" Natalie said. "I mean, like you said, you've known him all your life, and if he doesn't age, which you said is because of his healing factor, then you'll stop too, at some point. And probably soon, too. So, wouldn't it be best to have that one constant in your life, while everyone else changes around you?"
Althea sighed. "You have a point. But, you don't know him. He… sometimes, he scares me, and at others…"
"At others?" Natalie asked.
"I can't get him out of my head. Especially the last time I saw him. But, I've heard stories from my dad, of the rages he could get into on the battle field. And off it. I mean, you've seen my temper- when I have my feral side controlled. Dad's told me, and he has, that his is a lot closer to the surface. What if he loses it?"
"Why would he? I mean, you said it yourself, he's old. How lonely can his life be, without someone like himself there?" Natalie pointed out. "And why, if he was attracted to you then, did he leave, and not turn up again for another four years. I mean, the moment he saw you again, he basically told you he wanted you under him! That's got to mean something, right? If he wants you that bad to not wait around. What if he's looking for someone who he can be with?"
"And what if he's just looking for a one night thing? What if he's just looking for cheap sex, and then throws me away like I'm nothing?"
"You won't know, unless you go find out." Ellie said. "And, what's the worst that could happen?"
"I could get seriously hurt, physically and emotionally?" Althea said. "I want to be with someone who won't just treat me like trash, like I'm nothing."
"How did he treat you when he was teaching you?" Ellie asked.
"Well… he always made sure I had what I'd need. Especially on our camping trips. And, if it was too cold for me, he'd make sure I had another layer. Even if it meant giving up his own coat." She knew that was strange behaviour for Victor. But he'd always treated her well. As if she was special. She didn't know why.
"If he did that for you then, why would he treat you as trash now?" Natalie reasoned.
"Perhaps you're right." Althea said.
"Thea, you always said you were waiting for the right guy to come along. Well, who better than someone who won't age and die on you?" Natalie said.
"Natalie's right, Althea. And he sounds really determined to have you. Would you be able to stop him, if he turned up? Would you want to?"
"Definite no for the first question, and, the way I reacted to him last night… probably a no for the second question too." Althea answered.
"Right, then we have to get you a whole new outfit." Natalie said.
"What, why?"
"You are going, right?"
"I guess so, yeah."
"Then you need to look your best. Let's go. I'm sure I saw a couple of promising looking stores somewhere around here." Ellie explained. She grabbed Althea's hand, and led her from the store. The next few hours were mad, as the girls started looking for things that would most probably get ripped from Althea's body before Victor even looked at them much.
After dinner, where she didn't eat much at all, Althea went back to her room to get ready. Underneath her clothes, she was wearing a dark red silk corset with black lace doing it up at the front as well as a black thong. Then, she slipped into a dark purple/red cocktail dress with gold stitch patterns on the waist band and hem. The top of the dress showed quite a bit of cleavage, but due to the way the corset was styled, no one could see the corset. Thankfully. She also had high black stiletto heels.
"How am I going to get there in these?" She asked Ellie and Natalie.
"Easy." Ellie said. "We'll come with you, you wearing trainers while you walk, and when we reach the Bellagio, we'll take the trainers, and you can slip back into the heels. Good?"
Althea nodded. She supposed she'd just been subconsciously trying to find a reason not to go. She had to admit it to herself; she was scared of what could happen to her with Victor.
Then, the three girls left the hotel, and they walked to the nearest bus stop, Althea holding her shoes in one hand while she was wearing trainers.
"Good idea." A woman on the bus stop with them said. "I'll have to remember that one."
"Thanks." Ellie said. "I was the one to tell her to do that."
"Smart girl." The woman said. She looked to be in her early fifties.
Ellie and Natalie chatted away, and Althea smiled at her two friends. She knew she was the only one out of the three of them who still hadn't had sex. And what she'd heard from both of them, it was amazing. The first time hurt a bit, but after you got going, it was one of the best things around, apparently.
When the bus arrived, they got on. The bus seemed to take an age to get to the Bellagio. Althea grabbed Ellie's wrist, and looked at her watch. They were going to be early! Very early. It was only half nine! Why had she and the girls left this early?
"So we can get a few drinks into you first." Natalie said. When they reached the Bellagio, Ellie and Natalie had Althea take off her trainers and slip on her stilettos. They headed for the first bar they could see, and Althea had just downed her first drink when Natalie spoke.
"That has to be one of the hottest guys I have ever seen." She said, looking towards the entrance.
Both Ellie and Althea looked round. Althea spun back to the table, so her back was to the entrance of the bar. "Tall, black duster? Short dark hair?" She asked quietly.
"And very ripped." Ellie said appreciatively.
"He can here you Ellie." Althea said quietly. "If he was listening. It's why I'm keeping my voice low."
"What are you talking about?" Ellie asked, still craning her neck to look at him as he walked to the bar.
"I mean that the guy who just walked into the bar is Victor." Althea hissed.
"That is the guy you've come to meet? Thea, I can't see why you hesitated. You are one bloody lucky girl." Ellie said, staring at her. "And, he's massive! Imagine what his-" She was cut short as Althea's hand covered her mouth.
"Don't even go there." She warned.
"He's coming this way." Natalie said.
Althea looked round, just as Victor reached them. "You're early, Kitten." He said, his eyes raking her body appreciatively.
"The girls wanted to get a few drinks into me first." She said.
"You hungry?" Victor asked her.
"Well, she didn't eat much earlier. I can tell you that now." Natalie said.
Althea shot her a sharp look.
"Then I know a place we can go to eat." Victor said, offering her a hand.
The two other girls grinned at her. "See you tomorrow then girls."
"We'll be at the pool tomorrow!" Ellie said. "Have fun."
Althea placed her hand in Victor's and it was immediately enveloped. He pulled her up, and she allowed him to lead her out and to the Prime Steakhouse. It was still in the Bellagio, but with the size of the hotel, it could have been two streets away!
When they got to the restaurant, her feet were killing her. A waiter led them to a table, and Victor pulled her chair out for her, and she sat down gratefully, rubbing her ankles when he sat down.
"Is there something wrong, Kitten?"
"It's these damn shoes! They're killing me!"
"You must've had a hard time getting here then."
"I was wearing trainers. The girls are taking them back."
He nodded. "That wasn't a bad idea."
"It was one of the best Ellie ever had." Althea said, looking at the menu. She ordered a rare sirloin steak with a glass of red wine. Victor ended up with the same. They exchanged few words as they ate, but Althea knew that Victor was undressing her with his eyes the whole time.
When they were done, Victor paid for the food, and they stood. As they left, Victor's arm snaked round her waist and pulled her into his side.
"I'm not going to run, you know." Althea said.
"And I'm not taking any chances. I may like to hunt, but I'm not in the mood tonight."
"Well, I wouldn't get far in these shoes." She said.
He chuckled. They took the lift up to his floor, and he opened the door with the key easily. The moment the door had clicked closed, Althea found herself pressed against the wall. Victor's lips were on hers in a hard, heated kiss. She moaned as she felt him grind himself against her. When his lips moved away from her mouth, she managed to get a few words out.
"Victor, wait." She panted. He didn't stop. "Victor, I just want to get out of this dress with it intact, so that I have something to wear back to the hotel that's in one piece tomorrow." She said.
His lips stilled, and he pulled away, giving her some room. She noticed the way he positioned himself was between her and the door, making sure that she'd only be able to go further into the room, which she did. It was huge! It had a living room a dining area, a massive TV, and several doors. She could see that the open door led to the bedroom. She looked back at Victor, to see that he wasn't that far behind her.
"We'll end up there eventually kitten. Even if I have to drag you in there." He said, grinning. He had her almost exactly where he wanted her now, and she knew it. She was trapped. There was no way out. Even if she wanted to leave, she couldn't. The only thing that needed changing was that they weren't in the bedroom. Not that she thought that really mattered to him.
She walked into the bedroom, confidently, not betraying the uncertainty she felt inside. When in the bedroom, her eyes widened slightly at the massive bed as she unconsciously put her purse down, but when she heard Victor growl, she knew he was getting close to ripping her dress off her. She slipped out of it, revealing her underwear. Victor's growl got louder when he saw what she was wearing, and she stepped away from the dress, being careful not to step on it with her heels. In doing so, she took a step towards the bed. She turned and saw his blue eyes were bleeding gold. He stalked towards her, shrugging out of his coat and undoing his shirt as he did. She couldn't help but marvel at him. He was well muscled, to her his body was perfect, even with the scars.
Victor's clawed hands gripped her waist and pulled her into him and his lips picked up where they left off. She wrapped her arms round his shoulders and moaned as he left a burning trail down her neck. A tearing reached her ears, and Althea felt the corset fall to the ground. Victor removed his hands, but not his lips, and she felt his arms moving as he undid his trousers and kicked them and his boots off.
Althea was startled when he suddenly picked her up, and threw her onto the bed, before swiftly covering her body with his. His mouth moved down, and latched onto one of her breasts. She gasped as she felt his hot, rough tongue run along her taught nipple.
"Victor." She moaned as he ground against her. The only thing between him, and her virginity being her thong and his boxers. The tearing alerted her that now, it was just the thong.
He pushed himself up slightly, and she looked down, and gasped slightly. He was huge!
"See anything you like?" He asked huskily.
Before she got the chance to answer, he'd slipped off her thong and moved down her body, spreading her legs apart. She gasped, and her hands grabbed the silk sheets, creating holes in them with her claws, as he dipped his head and ran his tongue along her folds, causing the burn to increase. He smirked up at her as she writhed under him, and inserted his tongue into her folds again, tasting her. He didn't let up, and he drove her close to an orgasm, before pulling back. Althea whined.
"You, kitten, aren't going to cum until I have my cock, buried inside you." He said, grinning, and bearing his sharp canines. "And before I do, there's something I want to check." He moved his hand and inserted one clawed finger into her base. Althea's back arched and she gasped at the feeling. Victor's grin grew when he felt her hymen. "You're still a virgin." He said. "Good."
Althea looked at him, startled. She would have thought he'd have preferred someone with experience. He saw her look, and moved back up her body.
"Don't be so surprised Kitten. I like that no other man has touched you. And now that I have you, no other is ever going to touch you." Althea's eyes widened and he caught a slight hint of fear. "Don't, Kitten. Don't fear me. You are the only person in the world that I would never do anything to seriously harm. I'm not going to kill you when we're done here. Not like those others. You can feel it, can't you? What we both want? What we both need. We're mates. That's why I want you so badly. So badly that I would hunt you down if I had to. Nothing will stand in my way when it comes to keeping you at my side from now on. In my bed. Keeping you with me forever."
"Mates? You don't want just a one night stand? You aren't going to throw me away like common trash after?" Althea asked. She felt relief flood through her as he shook his head.
"No. I would never do that. In fact, I want nothing more than to keep you where I can see you at all times. My feral side is roaring at me to claim you fully. To make you mine fully. I'd rip any other man that touched you in the way I do apart. You are my mate. Mine."
Althea wrapped her arms round his neck and raised her head, catching his lips with hers. He moaned as she initiated contact for the first time that night. He spread her legs further, and settled himself between them. He positioned himself at her entrance, while his hands roamed her upper body, pinching and rubbing her breasts. Althea moaned against his lips and her back arched. Then she felt his large shaft pressing into her, stretching her. She tensed.
"Relax." He murmured against her lips. "This wont hurt for long. And then you'll be screaming with pleasure." He continued to lower himself into her. When he reached her barrier, there were tears in her eyes. "If you want, you can dig your claws into my back." He said, and waited till she did so. When he felt the pain that signalled she'd latched onto him, he thrust into her, burying himself all the way inside her. Althea cried out in pain, the tears spilling over.
Victor let her adjust for a moment, murmuring all the things he planned to do to her in the course of the night. "Move." She said. "Victor, I need you to move."
He said nothing, and pulled back, only to thrust back into her. Althea felt the pain start to dull and it began to be replaced by pleasure. For the first few thrusts, Victor's hands guided her hips, but then she got used to his movements, and matched him, thrust for thrust. When he increased his pace, she continued to meet him half way, wrapping her legs round his waist and her heels digging into his back.
"Mine." He growled. "Mine! Mine!" His growl was more forceful, his claws digging into her.
"Yours." Althea moaned. She dragged her claws along his back and drew blood. His answering growls and his lips attacking her neck were enough for her to know that her one word response was the right one.
Victor pounded into her, long and hard, angling his thrusts to hit her sweet spot. If her moans and cries were of any indication, he was hitting the mark. Althea felt the pleasure spreading through her. She felt a coil begin to tighten in her stomach. Suddenly, her world exploded in colours and the coil released and Althea screamed.
"VICTOR!"
Victor's accompanying roar of triumph sounded when her walls clenched tightly around him. Suddenly, his mouth latched onto her neck, and she felt his teeth latch into her neck as she felt him spill inside her.
Althea collapsed onto the bed, her whole world centred on the bed and the man leaning over her. Filling her.
He let her come down from her high before she felt herself being picked up. She looked up at him confusedly.
"I already told you kitten, what I planned to do to you." He said, grinning, as he placed her in front of the table. Her eyes widened as she realised what he'd meant. She hadn't thought he'd actually do it.
"Bend over." He commanded. A shiver ran through her, and she did. He pulled two ties out and tied her wrists to the table legs, so she was stuck bent over the table. Victor slapped her ass and she yelped. Althea felt him behind her before he entered her again. She was still sore from the last round, but she forgot that quickly when he began thrusting into her roughly.
"Ah! Victor! M-More! Please! Harder!"
"Whatever you want Kitten." He said, grinning. He increased his pace, and slipped one hand down to her folds and began to play with them. He leaned over her. "You're so tight Kitten. And all mine. My mate. I'm going to ride you until you pass out, and longer." He said. "And I'm never going to get board of having you. Of taking you long and hard. Your scent filling my nose, hearing your cries and moans of pleasure because of me, and feeling you writhe beneath me." His free arm wrapped round her waist. "You're mine now. This is forever. Your life is with me." As he said that, another climax ripped through Althea.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried out, pleasure coursing through her, clouding her mind, her life now sealed. She'd given him what he needed. She had handed herself to him. He wasn't letting her go.
Victor cut the ties that pinned her wrists to the table away, and stepped back slightly. Althea shot him a mischievious smirk and bolted for the bedroom door, laughing. Victor growled and chased after her. Althea had just reached the sofa when he caught hold of her, and she found herself spun round, and pushed against the wall. Victor pulled her legs up, and wrapped them round her waist before thrusting into her roughly.
"Bad Kitten." He growled, slapping her ass again as he pounded into her.
That night, Victor made good on his promise to ride her till she passed out, and longer. She may have been unconscious, but her walls still clenched around him when he brought her to orgasm. He rode her until he was spent. He didn't stop before. He'd waited too long for her to do that. Granted, he'd had fucks. But they hadn't been her.
He fell asleep, buried inside her. Both of them woke up, when a phone started to ring.
"I think that's mine." She groaned.
He pulled out of her and Althea groaned, both at the loss of contact, and the soreness that came from the previous night. Victor got out of bed, grabbed her purse, pulled out her phone, and answered it.
"What?" He asked, as he climbed back into bed with her, letting her curl up against him and wrapping an arm round her.
"Who is this?" A voice Victor recognised, asked.
"It's Victor, Sean, I'm surprised you didn't recognise my voice."
"Victor? What are you doing with my daughter's phone?"
"Well, I was the first one to grab it."
"What are you doing in Vegas?"
"I had a job to do. When I ran into Althea, I couldn't resist catching up with her."
"When you say catching up…"
"I did tell you Sean. Female ferals like your daughter are rare. It's a game of finders keepers between the males. And I just happened to be the finder."
"You better not have laid a hand on her you son of a bitch."
"Oh I laid more than a hand on her."
Althea looked up at him sharply. She couldn't believe he was telling her dad this!
"She's lying right next to me if you want to talk to her." Victor handed the phone to her.
"Hey dad." She said, sheepishly.
"Althea! You are coming home right now!"
"I'm twenty one years old for fucks sake! I don't have to listen to this! I don't have to let you dictate my life!"
"I knew this mutation of yours would cause problems if we didn't hide it properly!" Sean said.
"You wanted me to wear contacts and a special type of gum shield on my teeth to hide my eyes and teeth! You were trying to keep me in the dark to what I truly am!"
"I should never have asked Victor to help you."
"Well, if you hadn't, I wouldn't have known who I was. And that's exactly what you wanted, isn't it? Well, dad, this is it. I'm fully grown now. You don't have to worry about me any more. So you don't need to check up on me. My real life, free from your restraints, starts now." She hung up, and threw her phone against the wall, where it broke apart.
Victor chuckled. "He really grated on you."
"Yes he did. Now, where did we leave off last night?"
A/N: What do you think? I may turn this into a two shot at a later date, but not yet. Not for a while. Please review though!
