Chap 7
Chap 7
AN-Busy with school and the play so it's hard to spare a thought for my stories. And I'm dreaming about Victor and Liadan again, sooo we might get a new installment. Also I can't get an eviler Victor with a more twisted relationship plot out of my mind, it seems whenever I pause to think or catch a breath this new story possibility is there, whispering darkly in my ear. It's kinda freaky…but…oh-so-good…in a weird way.
There was a knock at the door while they were dozing after another romp. It seemed nothing could slick Victor's lust and Katja's libido wasn't slacking off either.
"Room service!" The girl called again. Even with the feral senses and the healing factors, neither had answered the first knock. Finally Katja dragged herself off of Victor long enough for him to tell her he'd get it.
"Coming!" He growled, throwing on his pants from yesterday to answer the incessant little frail's knocking. He smelled the boy too and let another frustrated growl rumble past his throat.
He just looked at them when he opened the door. They were silent with plastic smiles on their faces as they waited for him to speak. He didn't.
"We brought your breakfast up Mr. Creed." The frail simpered lamely at him.
"I see." He almost rolled his eyes, but he was Sabertooth, and he just couldn't bring himself to it. "Leave it there." He motioned into the room where they left the things yesterday morning.
He wanted to laugh at the drop in the frail's confidence when she finally caught scent of Katja's and his combined musk. And he couldn't decide if he wanted to laugh or gut the boy for his peak in arousal.
Luckily Katja caught the human's and Victor's scents. They almost overwhelmed her by their strength and she marveled at how she could differentiate between them all so well, but she could contemplate her mutation's acceleration later. Right now she had a very big feral to pacify and tease. All at once.
"Ooo, breakfast." She cooed to no one, slinking out into the entryway/living room in a very big sheet that seemed to hardly cover anything for how big it was.
The male's hormones could have set him on fire.
The female's jealousy could have done the same.
She stifled a smile, instead she bit seductively into a juicy strawberry. She didn't mean for the juice to squirt out and trail down her cleavage, but it did.
He bit off a growl before it could form. "Katja…" He warned, but she was having too much fun. She just peered at him hungrily from behind lowered lashes.
"Out." He commanded the staff.
"Katja," He began to growl at her, but she stopped his reprimand with a kiss.
"Sweetheart, let me have my fun. You know I saved it all for you." She said, dropping her coverings at the last.
"Katja," His growl was much different this time, and sent a wave of excitement from her nipples through her belly and all the way to her toes. She wanted him so badly her teeth hurt.
"Shh." She told him. "I need you."
………
They spent the day reveling in each other. Victor had never felt this happy, and Katja couldn't think of a time she'd felt better. As the sun went down though, even they were spent, and they had to eat something else.
"Ah, metabolism. The Feral's curse." Katja giggled as they got dressed for dinner. Victor had declared they would go somewhere nice to celebrate.
"I'm going to have to leave you alone tomorrow." Victor told her when they pulled into the parking lot of the fanciest restaurant Katja had ever laid eyes on. Her father would never take her anywhere like this.
"What? Why?" She felt like pouting, but refused. She was still sore, but she did not want to let go of the feeling of him between her legs… Or not, they'd tried quite a few different positions that day, but for all the others offered, she still liked the original the best.
"I need to do some work. A colleague-an old friend called this morning and gave me some information on your dad's problem. I'm going to sort it out tomorrow."
She just frowned, and maybe pouted, but just a little bit as the valet opened her door and helped her jump down from the truck without exposing anything in her slinky flowy evening dress.
……..
"Uh…Victor, I can't read this menu." Katja said in an undertone, panic starting to clench her stomach.
"It's French." He frowned, then his brow cleared and his countenance lightened as he scooted his chair closer to hers. "I will read it for you." He said, and that is what he did.
Somehow, he managed to make the interesting sounding French food sound sexy when he purr/growled it in her ear. But even he could not make her want to eat snail and pig's feet.
……..
"To us." Katja grinned and raised her glass to clink with Victor's.
They had finished their main course and were waiting for the chocolate dessert that Katja had insisted they order.
But they were waiting forever, and a Katja who had been promised chocolate, did not enjoy waiting. Victor smelled that something was very wrong.
"What is it?" He asked, suddenly tense and very confused.
"I want it." She replied simply. If she'd been any less mature she would have been throwing a tantrum, however, she was an adult now basically and she acted better than most, regardless of the seething she felt on the inside.
Victor snapped to attention like a scared father-to-be whose wife's water just broke.
"Waiter!" he nearly shouted. "My wife's dessert." He didn't spare a breath on anything else, just put what he hoped was a comforting hand on her thigh and wondered how this little girl had gotten him wound so tightly around her finger.
"Your wife?" Katja purred into his ear, stretching up to him, exposing a lovely expanse of flesh down her neck, and from his vantage point, down her clinging gown quite a ways.
So I'm whipped. Let the world know. She's mine and I'm totally ok with that.
"We can have a really ceremony if you want later. But for now, you are mine."
"I'm yours forever." She whispered.
AN-Another short one, the action should start up in the next chapter, but…I'd love suggestions…:) Thanks for reading, review and I'll update faster.
Much love,
Ceilidh
