SMUT ENCLOSED IN THIS CHAPTER! BE YE WARNED!

VICTOR'S POV
I carefully carried Belle into the motel room that was given to us. She had fallen asleep in the car just a few minutes outside of the town we needed to be in and I couldn't bring myself to wake her. She slept peacefully in my arms, resting her head against my chest and shoulder, her breathing even and strong. I slowly lowered her to the only bed and pulled off her shoes and laid my heavy fur and leather trench coat over her sleeping form. It was too warm at this time of year to wear it out and about, but the room was a bit chilled from the air conditioner and I didn't want to her catch a cold. It was the last thing that she needed. Just as I was about to leave her to her sleep one of my handlers cleared his throat and motioned to the notepad on the bedside table.

"Best leave her a note so she doesn't panic when she finds you gone," he stated, sounding annoyed at the situation.

"Good idea," I grumbled, picking up the pen and notepad and carefully writing a brief note for her to stay put and that I would return the next day at noon.

Once I was sure that there was one guard keeping watch over her I left to do some hunting.

BELLE'S POV
I woke slowly, relishing the soft fur laying over me that smelled like Victor. It was warm and comforting. But it wasn't Victor. I sat up, rubbing my tired eyes. The room I was in was pitch black, but out the window I could see the car that we had arrived in and a guard inside of it, cleaning his pistol. It was dark outside, and Victor wasn't anywhere to be found. I reached over and turned on the bedside lamp and spotted a note in sloppy but clear handwriting.

Belle,
I will return at noon the next day. I am out hunting so do not leave the motel room. I have a guard keeping an eye on you should an emergency come up. Stay safe and warm. I'll be back.
V

I couldn't help but smile at his handwriting. It was like Victor. Strong, but awkward when it comes to social happenings. I waved at the guard in the car and he waved back, and I looked around the room. There wasn't much, but it was better than the drab rooms I had grown up in. Suddenly my stomach rumbled and I spotted a refrigerator on the far wall and I climbed out of bed to inspect its contents. I opened it up and was disappointed to see no food. I went back over to the window and waved the guard to come inside. He carefully got out of the car and when he opened the door I gave him a bright smile.

"Do you have any food?" I asked quietly, smiling as he fumbled around in his pockets for something to eat.

"All I got is a protein bar and some salted sunflower seeds," he said, sounding disappointed as he handed me the meager supply of food.

"That is all you have?" I asked, discouraged at the display before me.

"Yeah," he said with a sigh.

"I'll just wait for Victor. You keep it," I said, giving the food back to him.

Just as we were about to part ways I happened to glance over his shoulder at the outside and what I saw nearly made me scream. Victor was limping back to the motel, covered in blood. His left arm looked like it was either dislocated or his shoulder had been broken. He bore a tense grimace on his handsome face and I covered my mouth to keep me from making a sound of distress.

"We got a code red," the guard said hastily into his com device, heading back to the car to grab a heavy looking black duffel.

"Belle, get inside. Now!" Victor snapped, pushing his way into the motel room, in turn making me back up into the room.

"What happened?" I asked, ushering Victor into the bathroom.

Victor collapsed on the floor, leaning on the wall adjacent to the large tub and let out a heavy sigh.

"Target got lucky, that's all," he grumbled, just sitting there, looking exhausted and in pain.

"Where are you hurt?" I asked, quickly grabbing towels and kneeling next to Victor.

"Perimeter is secure," the guard from before said, reaching in and closing the bathroom door.

"Don't get worked up over it, Belle. My mutation is healing," Victor grumbled, popping in his dislocated shoulder as if it was as normal as snapping open the Sunday newspaper.

"Who did this to you?" I asked, reaching for him.

"Stay back, Belle. You'll get blood on you," Victor said quietly, closing his eyes and leaning back against the wall.

"Answer me, Victor. Who did this to you?" I snapped, making him open his eyes to stare at me wide-eyed.

"My target. A mutant with the ability to cause fatal wounds and diseases. He got his hands on me. I was assigned this target because I can heal faster than most diseases can spread. I'm the only one on the base that could survive this mission," Victor grumbled, looking down at his abdomen and reaching down to pull up his shirt.

The horrific gash was oozing blood like a damn waterfall, but as I stared at it in horror, it began to heal. Within minutes there was only healed flesh and drying blood. And he was covered in drying blood.

"Is all this blood yours?" I asked, feeling tears building up behind my lashes, but I refused to let them fall.

"Yeah. Good thing I make more," he grunted, slowly sitting up and inspecting his body.

"Strip," I commanded, coming to my feet.

"What?" Victor asked, clearly shocked.

"I said strip. You're getting a shower," I said, staring Victor down.

"That's ridiculous. I am not getting a shower," Victor growled, coming to his feet and his muscles tensed, rippling underneath his tanned skin.

"Yes, you are. Cause if you don't, you aren't allowed in the same bed as me," I stated, holding my ground.

"Belle-"

"Shower. Now, Victor," I snapped, turning and locking the bathroom door.

With an animalistic snarl fit for a grizzly bear, Victor tore his shirt clean off and then kicked off his boots. He lifted his hands just above his waist, a sassy move on his part.

"All of it, Victor," I growled out, making him growl back.

"Belle-"

"Now, Victor. Do it or I will," I snapped, giving him a hard look when he glared down at me.

"Fine. You asked for it," he ground out, unbuckling his belt and then shoving his blood-soaked pants to the floor.

I knew Victor was a large male, but I didn't realize all of him would be gigantic. I blushed and looked away, earning a masculine chuckle of amusement. I heard Victor turn and climb into the bathtub, pulling the curtain closed.

"Are you happy now?" he asked, his voice holding notes of his annoyance.

I didn't reply, just reached into the shower and turned on the water, making sure it was ice cold and the startled cry that came from him made me smile. Two could play that game. I slowly stripped out of my clothes, wanting a shower after all this excitement and I was going to join Victor and make him happy. Once I was sure that Victor was getting clean I snuck into the shower behind him and picked up a bar of soap. I lathered up my hands and ran them up his back, making him flinch.

"Belle? What are you doing in here?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at me, his gold eyes going wide at the sight of my nakedness.

"You can't reach back here. I'm helping," I giggled, raking my nails down the corded muscles of his back, making him hiss through clenched teeth.

Ever so slowly his muscles relaxed under my fingers, and when all the blood was washed away I turned my back and waited for him to finish. I heard him turn around and his thickly muscled arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me back under the spray of water and I gasped at the welcoming heat of the water. I groaned when the heat seeped into my tired muscles and I leaned back against Victor's chest. One of his big hands and forearm clamped over my full breasts, making me gasp at the contact while his other arm held me immobile against his front.

"I can't help myself when you're open to me like this, Belle. I have to have you," Victor groaned, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his full erectionbetween my ass cheeks.

"Victor, the water is getting cold," I giggled, shivering a bit as the water started getting colder and colder.

Victor suddenly scooped me into his arms and stepped out of the shower. He set me on my feet and wrapped me up in a fluffy towel and then wrapped one around his waist and stomped out of the bathroom. I could hear him speaking to the guards and I readjusted the towel hastily pulled around my body. Just as I had my hair wrapped up in a towel Victor appeared in the doorway and I couldn't help but give him a warm smile.

"Get out here," he purred, gesturing with his head for me to follow him.

I frowned and followed him, glancing around as I stuck my head of out the bathroom. The windows were wide open. And I was just in a towel.

"Victor," I said calmly, waiting for him to look at me.

"What, Belle?" he ground out, his voice gruff.

"The window is wide open. I am not coming out till I am dressed or that window gets covered," I stated evenly, going to shut the door to the bathroom.

"Why? It is just a window," Victor grumbled.

"You want the guards to see me in just a towel? I'm sure they'd like the show," I said, sounding hurt that he didn't care if other men saw me.

He spun around so fast I thought he had been hit in the head and was moving with the impact. When he saw my somewhat hurt expression his gold eyes darkened and he stalked over to the window and angrily shut the drapes. He then turned back to me and I stepped out of the bathroom, keeping my eyes on the floor.

"You do something to my brain, it doesn't want to work when you're close to me," he growled, slowly walking over towards me.

"It is alright, I guess," I said, adjusting the towel around me to cover more of my nakedness.

"It ain't alright," he growled out, his already deep voice deepening to the point where he sounded like an old car engine rumbling in his chest.

"I'm alright, Victor. I'm just new to this whole being in a relationship thing. If that is what we have," I said, looking up at him as I wrapped my arms around my torso to comfort myself, "I don't want to be used and cast aside again."

"Belle," Victor breathed, the horror in his voice and the pain in his eyes told me all I needed to know.

He was serious with me.

"I just have to be sure, Victor, that being with someone plain like me is really what you want. You are an amazing male. So strong and brave, and gifted. I'm just a woman with no family, no talents, no skills, nothing to make her someone. You have to be sure you want me as I am," I said, my voice cracking with the raw emotion that I was feeling.

I was nervous to even think that we would be together. He was everything I wasn't. He was beautiful and strong, brave and able. I wasn't any of those things.

"I want you, and no one else," he growled, coming to stand right in front of me before taking a knee so that I could look down at his face.

I gave him an emotional smile and gently cupped his face, just taking him in. His gold eyes were bright and calm, just staring up at me with fascination and awe. I leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on his lips, my wet hair falling from the towel I had it wrapped in and Victor groaned against my mouth. His big hands came to my hips, holding me in place and I stepped into him, cradling his head to me. His lips parted and his hands came to my ass, squeezing the cheeks roughly.

"I need you, Belle," he groaned, devouring my mouth like a man starving in the desert.

"What are you gunna do about it?" I asked him, biting his lower lip and smirking at his dark expression.

He suddenly lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bed, gently tossing me onto the covers. My towel broke open and I blushed under his intense stare. He drank me up and licked his lips. He slowly pulled the towel from his own hips, revealing the biggest erection I had ever seen. He had to be as long as my forearm and as wide around as my wrist. He was huge and I was nervous that we wouldn't fit. I knew what happened between a male and a female. I'd seen it in the forests, in the world around us while we had been camping. But with Victor, it was all different. He seemed to sense my uneasiness and laid down on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me over to him. He gently forced me to sit up and then picked me up at the hips and moved me so that my legs were on both sides of his head. I blushed bright red as he stared up at me from between my thighs and he smirked before leaning up and licking my core. I cried out in surprise and shock, reaching forward to place my hands on the headboard. He lapped and licked at his leisure, making me squirm and cry out loudly at his ministrations. Then he did something incredibly sinful with his canines, making me writhe against his mouth and beg for mercy. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to get me teetering on the edge of release, only to draw me back from it, creating a delicious torture. He was an expert, and I could tell he was trying to get me to the peak. And I was heading there, fast. And when I came, trembling above him and whimpering softly he held me still and steady, drinking every drop I gave him. Once he was done and I was near sleep from feeling the most amazing pleasure I had ever felt he gently let me fall off to the side and pulled the covers over me. I watched with heavy-lidded eyes as he moved to get up out of bed, and frowned.

"Victor, get back here," I grumbled, sitting up and grabbing his hand.

"What do you need, Belle," he asked, his voice sounding strained.

"Lie down. I want to touch you," I said softly, batting my eyelashes at him like I had seen other females do to the men they were trying to bed.

He seemed shocked at first but did as I bid, lying back down and I knelt between his big thighs. I slowly reached out, ghosting my fingers over his erection, earning a warning growl and a hiss. I looked up to see him shove a pillow under his head so he could watch me and I grasped him when our eyes locked. His whole body went taut as a bowstring, back arching up into my touch and I smiled. So for all his power and intimidation to everyone else, I alone could control him. At least like this, he was at my mercy. I tightened my hold on him a bit more and slid my hand down to the base, earning a ragged groan of frustration and pleasure.

"B-Belle, don't tease me," he ground out, his words slurring together as his teeth ground against each other.

"I'm sorry, Victor. I'll get to work," I murmured, lowering my head.

"Belle! Don't-" he started to call out, but his voice died when I licked his head.

I swirled my tongue around the head, then slipped it into my mouth, admiring the salty taste and I sucked on him like a lollipop. His ragged cry of pleasure and surprise was enough to get me to push him a bit deeper into my mouth. When I struggled for air I pulled back, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a loud pop, making his body fall lax on the bed, panting heavily.

"Belle, stop. If you keep going-" he started but I interrupted him by sucking him back into my mouth.

His massive and clawed hands dug into the covers, tearing the fabric as his claws grew. His thighs strained to stay still and I placed a hand on his right thigh to keep him still and he was trembling from his restraint. He was being so careful with me, and he was suffering. I suddenly shoved him as far into my mouth as he would go, and choked on his girth. He let out a ragged cry and his whole body spasmed as his cock twitched twice then spurted his cum into my throat. I drank it all like he had done with me and I slowly pulled his softening member out of my mouth. He was breathing raggedly and his eyes were squeezed shut.

"Victor? Are you alright?" I asked softly, wiping at the drool that had slipped out of my mouth.

He lifted a hand, holding up one finger and I giggled. He needed a minute. I climbed up beside him, nestling in the crook of his arm and pulled the shredded covers over us.

"Good night, Victor," I murmured, smiling down at his already sleeping form.

I placed a gentle kiss on his lips and laid down to get some much-needed rest. He must have been exhausted from the hunt and then my torture of his pleasure. He lurched awake after only a few moments of sleep and sat up, jostling me out of place.

"It is alright, Victor," I said quietly, sliding a hand up his spine to soothe him.

"Belle? I must have dozed off. Sorry, Darlin'," he grumbled, turning to lie on his side and pull me to his chest.

He got settled in bed, fluffing up a pillow and letting out a heavy sigh.

"It's alright, Victor. You're tired. Sleep now," I said, sitting up, holding the covers over my nakedness and running my hands through his hair.

He purred at me and closed his eyes, draping an arm over my lap and sighing heavily. I watched him sleep for over an hour, just taking him in. He was larger than any male I had ever seen. Shoulders broad enough to envelope mine twice over, hands big enough to cover my whole hip and upper thigh, arms a thick as my own thighs, thighs the size of tree trunks. He was huge, taking up the entire bed, leaving me a sliver of space beneath his massive and heavy frame. Just having him lay over my hips and thighs was enough to cause mild discomfort. But I couldn't pass up the opportunity to stroke him freely, running my hands up and down the cords of muscle in his back. Running my hands through his clean blond hair, admiring just how soft it was, like the finest furs. I smiled as my fingers combed through his thick sideburns, learning the feel of his jaw and earning a pleased purring growl when I reached behind his ear. He was indeed much like an animal, and most likely wouldn't ever allow anyone to get this intimate with him, so I wasn't going to waste this moment. I would treasure it. One could say that my caresses were more like petting, and I would have agreed. While my hands smoothed over his hot and tanned skin of his upper back and shoulders, my eyes devoured the shape of him. Those shoulders so wide they could fill a whole doorframe tapered to such a lean waist that it was almost impossible to believe. And his ass, oh my god his ass was two perfectly round cheeks, curving into corded thighs so wide I could use one as bench if I so desired it. It amazed me, and struck me stupid, that he could be built like this. I had seen well built males before, but Victor was on a whole tier by himself. No one could be built so largely, and pull it off like he did. I licked my lips and grinned at the memory of him eating his meal from between my legs and attempted to shift them to get more comfortable, but Victor's arm draped over my knees only tucked my legs further under him. He was so strong. I swear if someone pulled back his skin I would bet his muscles were steel cables, unyielding and thick. And strength like that was to be feared, it was volatile and unpredictable. But I never once felt fear towards him, just unease at his nearness. He had shown me such tender care and restraint. He was gentle with me, and to see him so violent with others only made that fact stand out in my mind. He didn't have to be gentle, didn't have to be soft-spoken with me, yet he chose to of his own free will. I smiled as he twitched in his sleep, pulling on me more. I laid down beside him, cradling his head to my chest and he groaned in his sleep, the sound feral and husky, igniting a heat in my lower abdomen. And as I began to drift off to sleep I couldn't have been happier.