"All these clothes," Marie waved her hand at Victor, still fully dressed. "I want them off"

Victor tried to hold back a sour expression. He wasn't exactly comfortable being naked. At least not in this type of situation. While killing or running wild through the woods, he didn't give a shit. He'd never cared what any hooker thought of him either. He didn't pay them to have opinions.

But he cared about what Marie thought of him. He knew his size scared people. Or maybe it was just something inherent about Victor himself. James was shorter, but he had an equal number of muscles and killed just as many people. He still managed to pull in all kinds of frails though, whereas most women knew to avoid Victor. The older feral hated how much thick body hair covered just about everything below his neck. As if he didn't feel like enough of an animal already.

"Please?" Marie asked.

For his mate, Victor sat up to take his shirt off. He really didn't want to find out how far he would go for her. Marie reached out and stopped him.

"Can I?" Her fingers shyly touched the top button of his shirt. "I want to undress you."

"Yeah."

Victor's voice sounded rough, almost hoarse when it came out. His little mate asked him so sweetly, and her touch was … soft. He wasn't used to soft. But Marie's hands went slow and gentle as she unbuttoned his shirt, which he didn't understand at all because his cock was already out. She had what she wanted from him, she didn't need to bother with this nicey-nice shit.

He shrugged off the shirt when she finished with the buttons and she went for the hem of his wifebeater next. Once she had his chest bare, Marie sat back on her heels and admired him. He looked like one of those ridiculously well-muscled anatomy figures combined with a male model. She skirted his cock to lightly touch the waistband of his pants.

"These too," she said.

"If you take off those goddamn—"

Victor made a pissy gesture at the pantyhose covering her legs. He'd hated that shit ever since it was invented. Snagged on his claws every damn time.

"Grumpy cat," Marie blurted out.

He froze. " … that never leaves this room."

She bit back a grin and nodded, then began stripping off the pantyhose to please him. Victor shoved his pants and boxers off by the time she looked back up, and she gave him a disappointed pout.

"I wanted to do that," she told him.

"I'll let you do it next time," he replied.

She flashed him a smile instead of correcting him, and Victor held onto the thought that maybe there would be a next time for this, for them. He waited for her to tell him more of what she wanted, but she sat on the bed, seemingly waiting for him.

"How about the dress too," he asked huskily.

Marie gave a mock huff. She'd accepted his lack of self-preservation by now, but she still felt like she should try to instill a little bit of it into him. At the very least, she should try to be responsible about not hurting him with her mutation or accidentally getting any more glimpses into his mind.

"You're just determined to get yourself knocked out, aren't you?"

Victor smirked at her in return. "Darlin', I'm not planning on either of us having the strength to move after this for a good long while."

Marie felt herself blush from his dirty leer, and she busied herself with pulling off her dress. The arm sleeves were tight though, and she struggled with it for a few moments before letting out a much angrier huff and glancing over her shoulder at him beseechingly. Victor unzipped the back of the dress, dragging the backs of his fingers over her skin for a few brief touches. He accidentally let a low growl slip out as the zipper came down to her lower back with still no sign of a bra strap. The thought that he could have pulled down the collar of her dress and gotten his mouth on her breasts during the party last night urged him to lean forward and lick up the back of her neck possessively.

"Vic … "

At her breathy moan, Victor wrapped a thick forearm around her and pulled her flush against his chest. Her dress bunched up around her front protected his arm, and his thick chest hair provided a barrier against the skin of her back. But his mouth licked and sucked at the spot where her neck and shoulder met, fangs scraping light marks that identified her as his. Marie leaned back against him and felt his cock push against her lower back even through the folds of her dress.

"Just get my dress off," she pleaded with him.

"I'm planning on getting us both off, baby doll," Victor purred back.

Marie's lips quirked up, and she dared to tease him. "Yeah? You sure have been a lot of innuendo and big talk so far."

"You've been a lot of 'oh Victor, please' and 'those orgasms felt so good'." Victor nipped at her neck a little harder and dragged his tongue over the mark. "So you better watch that mouth of yours before I put it to better use."

"Can we do that?" Marie jerked forward and twisted around to look at him. "Please? I wanna do that."

Victor stared at her. "You want to … "

"Well if you get this damn dress off," Marie huffed.

Victor immediately reached out and used his claws to rip through the flimsy fabric. It slid off of her and pooled around her tucked up legs on the bed. Marie looked down at the ruined dress and back up at Victor in a brief moment of shock, and then she sighed.

"I put the dress between you and a blowjob," she said, part in real exasperation and part in amusement. "I don't know what else I expected to happen."

For the first time in a long time, Victor felt himself blush. He didn't want to seem like an eager little teenager. This was just sex after all. He was supposed to be the adult in this situation and the man, the one supposed to stay in control and guide her. He had no idea why she even wanted to give him a blowjob in the first place, aside from the possibility of her naïve ignorance. Maybe she'd read one too many trashy romance novels, but she'd learn pretty soon that giving a blowjob wasn't anything to get excited about.

"So you really want to suck my dick?" Victor asked.

Marie grinned. She could always trust him to be completely blunt and brutally honest about any situation.

"I'm not going to do this halfway," Marie told him. "I want to touch, to taste, to feel."

Victor nodded. He still thought she had a pretty rosy view of how giving a blowjob would go for her, but damn if he wouldn't let her try it out on him to her little heart's content. He laid down on the bed so she could have full access to him. Marie stared down at all of the hairy muscle and hard flesh presented. It amazed her that she could have and touch the man in front of her.

For his part, Victor laid as still as he could and tried not to fidget. Sabretooth did not fidget. Her scrutiny made him uncomfortable. He already knew he looked like an animal. Between the thick layer of body hair bordering on fur, his claws and fangs, and his ridged penis, all he needed were ears and a tail to look like those weaboo fuckwit furries who loved dressing up like part-animals without any real consequences. But he shook that off to watch his mate as she picked the dress up off her lap and tossed it aside. Marie noticed his gaze focused between her legs.

"Do you … " She paused and bit her lip. "Do you like?"

It seemed like a very juvenile question to her, but she'd already asked it. A sexy woman—what she imagined as a real woman—wouldn't have to ask a man if he "liked." But Victor relaxed at the question. She was nervous too, and he could make her feel better.

"Marie, your pussy is so sweet, I should have said grace before I ate it," Victor said with a wide grin.

Marie gaped down at him in shock before she finally spluttered, "Victor Creed, you're the only man on Earth bad enough to get yourself sent to Hell for praying!"

But her voice was light, and she let out a little laugh at the end of it to match Victor's cheshire cat grin. She braced her hand on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss him. Victor hadn't expected the kiss and didn't do much more than allow the contact to happen, but his inner animal purred in contentment at the intimacy with their mate. Marie moved back after just a moment though and pulled up a sheet between their bodies. Victor hadn't noticed her mutation draining him any, but he didn't have much time to think about it before she kissed him again. This time their lips slotted together more firmly and she draped her body over his.

"Color?" Marie asked when she broke the kiss again.

"I'm green, but my balls are turning blue," Victor answered. "Are you really going to do something about it?"

His voice softened for that question, and the backs of his fingers trailed lightly down her arm, his claws ducked safely against his palm.

"Yeah," Marie breathed.

She gave him a quick kiss and then wriggled down the bed to put her head at the level of his chest. The sheet was only pulled up to cover his pecs, so she started by placing quick kisses along his shoulder. Victor closed his eyes and relaxed into the sensation of her mouth on him, her tongue laving over his skin as she grew bolder. He couldn't bring himself to bear his throat to her despite his animal's protests that he was being paranoid, but he laid still for her and didn't protest when she tugged down the sheet a few inches to continue farther.

"Can I touch your nipples?" she asked.

Victor stared down at her with a slight frown. "Why?"

"Because I want to touch you places," Marie said as she blushed a little. "And uh, see what happens."

"Sure."

It wasn't exactly the enthusiastic response she wanted, but Victor laid his head back down in acquiescence. When he hired prostitutes, he just stuck his dick in one of their holes. There wasn't much foreplay involved past giving them time to stretch and lube themselves, and that was for the purely practical reason that his cock wouldn't fit otherwise. His increased libido meant he didn't need much—sometimes not anything at all—to get hard. At first he had paid extra for them to pretend to actually be interested in him and even tried to pleasure the girls in return, but he could hear the lie in the beat of their hearts and in the fear in their scents.

It didn't take long for him to realize no matter of money or foreplay would be enough to make up for his monstrous mutation.

Marie combed her fingers through his thick chest hair, and despite the dark turn of his thoughts, Victor had to resist the urge to purr at the attention. When her fingertips found his nipple, he exhaled harshly through his nose at the unexpected pleasure. She rubbed her thumb over the hardening nub, and he deliberately evened his breathing and tried to concentrate on not moaning like a bitch. Then she dipped her head down and licked across where her thumb had been, and his entire body tensed up. She almost worried she'd done something wrong, but her mutation flipped on and gave her a rush of secondhand pleasure.

She licked him more firmly, enjoying the buzz it gave her and the small noises building in the back of his throat. Her lips closed around his nipple, trying to get more contact, more of that pleasure transferring from him to her. She broke the contact only for a second to switch over to his other nipple, and a low groan burst out of him. Now his right nipple felt cold, hard and slick with her saliva. Marie caught that stray thought and raised her hand to it, fumbling a bit inexpertly to flick her thumb over the neglected flesh.

"Marie … ungh, fuck, Marie!"

She lifted her head at the urgency in his voice, and Victor's bright golden eyes stared down at her. His fangs pressed against his lower lip, and his long hair pulled back in a professional tie had started to come undone and fall around his face. Marie had truly meant it when she called him beautiful. She didn't think she'd ever seen anything more awe-inspiring than Victor Creed aroused and desperate, all because of her.

"If you don't get your goddamn mouth on my cock, I'm going to shoot off all over your bedsheets," Victor growled at her.

Marie whimpered, and the sound made his hips jerk upwards. Victor swore his vision was starting to black out with how badly he wanted to hear that whimpering noise with her lips wrapped around his cock. She yanked the sheet off and moved down to kneel between his legs, and he had to reach up to grip the headboard so he wouldn't push her head down.

His cock and abs were smeared with pre-cum, and Marie watched as a drop slid down his length. Victor's loud growl of impatient need spurred her into action, and she bent down to lick up the drop. He threw his head back against the pillow with a strangled groan, barely able to keep from bucking up into her face. Her tongue lapped up the pre-cum leaking from his tip, and Victor gave up all pretense of being stoic with a loud moan.

"M'rie!" he snarled out.

She closed her mouth around the tip and sucked, and Victor's hands tightened around the headboard. The wood gave an ominous creaking sound, but he refused to buck his hips up and risk choking his little mate. His sweet mate who touched him softly and said nice things and let him touch her. Victor's groans had turned into noises halfway between a growl and a purr, and fully feral. Marie took in more at a slow pace, doing her own best not to accidentally choke herself. His eyes squeezed shut as his balls tightened up and he felt his orgasm building.

Then the doorknob jiggled. Through his pleasure, Victor managed to remember he'd locked the door last night, but it didn't sound like that would stop the person on the other side much longer. He reached down to Marie's head in what would have been an effort to pull her up, but Logan kicked down the door before that happened.

Marie raised her head on her own to take a glance at the other enraged feral. Logan stared at her in confused disbelief, his claws already extended from his hands which now hung futilely at his sides. She considered him for a moment before ducking her head to swallow Victor's cock back down and resume sucking him off.

Victor looked straight into Logan's eyes as he came down the back of Marie's throat with a triumphant snarl.

A/N: Yaaaaaaas, cliffhanger, yassssss. I'm just really enjoying being evil today. But I'm allowed because tomorrow is my 21st birthday! So please leave me lots of reviews as a birthday present, and to let me know how you think things are/should go with Logan in the next chapter!