Hey Pets, thanks to anyone who read this and liked it. I will be posting new stories soon and revamping my other existing story, cause it sucks.

Hope you like this update, oh, and I own nothing.


Chapter 2

Isabelle had finally fallen asleep after about two hours on the road, she shifted and rolled her head to the side onto the back of the seat so she had her back against the door, facing him, her legs curled up. She was still the runt Victor remember but definitely a woman, oh the curves she held. In his mind images whispered to him of their impending coupling, he bit back a groan. The thoughts were raw and primal; his natural instinct to mate was dominant. The sight of her small but deliciously curvy body in front of him, her hands and knees supporting her weight while he thrust into her with harsh but satisfying propulsions had his blood racing; his clawed hands clasped around her small hips as she moaned and screamed his name. A soft moan brought him out of his thoughts as the tiny feral beside him woke and glanced at him sleepily, looking much like a newborn kitten opening her eyes for the first time.

"Who killed them?" she questioned in a strong but husky tone, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her tone surprised him; he wasn't used to women... or men speaking to him unless it was in fear and terror. He glanced at her, before again looking at the road.

"That weasel, Monroe, is a member of the group Friends of Humanity. They are against mutants in every way. Many have gone into hiding from them but it has gotten harder and mutants like us. Ferals. Well, one of our first basic and natural instincts that the frails..."

"Frails?" she inquired with a confused looked.

"Humans. Don't interrupt me again." He grunted sending her a glare, her response was an arched eyebrow. "What frails lack is the survival instinct, we have that. The fight or flight response is more in turn. It is our nature to fight, so they find us easier. They probably tracked you and planted him, hoping the get close to you. Since you're almost impossible to kill, they have caught you and locked you up. The thing an animal fears most is containment." He finished.

"So my parents died because of me?"

The sadness was easy to detect, he growled. "No. It wasn't your fault Isabelle."

"Then whose is it? It was because I am a mutant right? Right?" She stopped, waiting for his answer. "Can you fucking answer me? You drag me from my home, throw me in a vehicle and are now driving across the country. So give me answers or at the next stop I get on a bus and go back." She continued, setting a hard look on him.

He felt himself coil, ready for a fight but also the tightening of his groin told him that the attitude in her was very arousing.

"You have to get though me to leave... Little One." He smirked as she suddenly tensed up.

"I'll show you little when we stop." She grumbled under her breath, raising her body up into a proper sitting position, throwing his long heavy jacket at him. He just shoved in to the side.

She looked out the window and glared at the pasting houses of the small town they had entered. "You know, legally you kidnapped me right?" she said suddenly, as they pulled in a motel, the police station not too far down the road. The motel was small but looked old, the vacancy sign was flicking and missing letters. Victor turned off the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her now struggling form to him. Setting her on his lap and produced a gold band, smirking he looked evil, like something from nightmares. The ridges of his face highlighted by the street lights outside the truck, his eyes as dark as they seemed before were even darker now almost black and glinting.

"Legally they can't do anything if they think you're my wife, pet."

He pushed the gold band on her appropriate finger and pulled her down into a harsh, hungry kiss. He mouth slid over hers as she gasped, allowing his tongue to enter, one of his hands had a strong grip on her neck, holding her in place that moved into her thick hair. His other hand slithered from her knee, where he had been holding her into place, up to her thigh and even further, reaching her hip. A low moan escaped Isabelle's throat and she pressed her lips harder to his, forgetting what was happening, Victor growled then and sharply repositioned her body laying her back down across the front seat, never breaking their contact. Her hands moved from their place on her forearms up to his shoulders and slid them down to his chest as her legs, instinctively took their place around his waist. Victor pulled back and reached for the hem of her shirt, grasping it, he pushed it up, nipping along the smooth flesh that was revealed to him. He breathed in deeply, shockingly bit down on the curve of her hip. Isabelle gave a cry of pain and snapped out of the aroused haze she had fallen into, she began on wiggled against Victor pushing him off her. Her hand reached back and opened the passenger side door, which she quickly moved to, just as Victor went to grab her, a voice called out.

"Is there a problem here?" A police officer and his partner were standing there, looking at her in wary and worry. Her shirt was stilled hiked up, showing the bite mark on her stomach. She quickly pulled the material down as she felt the broken flesh knit together. Victor was still perched in the front of the car, on his hands and knees watching and warning her.

"No there isn't officer, thank you for the concern." She answered, watching the three in front of her. "My husband just got a little carried away; we've only been married for a couple of months."

She cringed, while telling the lie and smile or tried to anyway. Victor moved forward, pulling his hulking frame from the truck, righting himself. He watched on in satisfaction as the worry dissolved into fear. The officers looked from each other to the couple.

"Well... t-t-then have a goodnight." One quickly stuttered and they moved off.

"Fuck they are useless." Isabelle hissed, turning she collided with Victor's chest, his paws grabbed her before her fell. "Get away from me." She grunted and pushed him aside, reaching for one of her bags.

"Well are we going in or are you going to stand there and pout all night... Hubby?" she smirked.

Victor Creed was disgruntled; his mate had rejected his advances twice now. He grabbed her neck and pulled her to him again.

"You are my mate, understand? At some point I will get hold of you and I won't stop, whether it is in private or in public, this little body..." He ran his free hand over her curves. "Will be underneath mine and I'll have you screaming for release, you here?"

Isabelle swallowed thickly, her arousal spiked over his dominance but her fear outweighed that. "I understand you. Can we get inside now, I'm cold and hungry." She shivered, the temperature had dropped severely and a mist of snow covered the ground, steadily get heavier.

"Yeah, we can." Victor whispered, his eyes softened and his thumb stroked her cheek. He pulled back and left her standing there confused, she signed and began walking after the huge brute with the mood swings of a PMSing pregnant woman, weird but she figured out as the only way to describe him.

She sat down carefully on the wooden coffee table in the foyer of the hotel; she shifted and watched as a large cockroach scurried across the room. She looked up at Victor as he hit the bell to get attention with a cocked eyebrow. He glanced towards the insect and back before shrugging. She scoffed and turned away.

"How may I help you? A sickly sweet voice reached her ear as a distinct smell reached her nose, she crinkled it in disgust and stood moving over to Victor's side as the woman before him, wiped her mouth and fixed both her hair and top if that what it could be called. She fluttered her thick, fake eyelashes at him and emphasised her chest by leaning forward. Isabelle could see the fear hidden beneath the woman's brown eyes but the arousal was prominent.

"I need a room for my wife and me." Victor answered, watching Isabelle rather than the woman. The woman's annoyed look made Isabelle grin, she leaned against Victor's chest and looked up at the woman from beneath her eyelashes. Rather than feeling a spike of jealously Isabelle was amused, she knew that the woman didn't have a chance in hell with Victor and it shocked her. A contented feeling came over her as Victor wrapped a thick arm around her body and pulled her closer. Before they had entered the motel he had pulled his coat back on and she was warmed by it. She let out a yawn and buried herself into the body before her.

"W-W-We have one room left." The woman stammered and quickly grabbed a hot pink key off the rack behind her. "I need a fifty dollar depo..."

The wad of bills that landed on the desk before her made her trail off and wordlessly she handed over the key.

"Second floor and third door on the left." She smoothed over, before watching as the large man picked the small woman up and carried her up the stairs. She noticed the woman's hand curled around his thick neck and saw the claws on the hand, she gulped and re-entered the backroom where her husband was spread out on a beaten up recliner, he belt and fly undone, his small erection jutting out watching her expectantly.


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