GOOD GOD, SMUT GALORE. SHOULD I EVEN KEEP A WARNING UP HERE? THE WHOLE THING IS GUNNA END UP SMUT. .

BELLE'S POV
I woke the next morning in a heavy fog. My brain felt sluggish and time seemed to stretch on forever. But the subtle ache in my legs, hips, and shoulders was enough to bring me to awareness. I blinked my eyes open several times, adjusting to the light of the late morning, and I slowly and gingerly sat up to look around. Victor wasn't in bed with me, and I glanced around the motel room. I could hear the tub running and let out a heavy sigh. I looked down at myself and groaned softly. I was completely naked and had some fresh bruises. Though I didn't mind. Victor had given me pleasure, making me feel the joys of being a woman. And since I could say that I loved him, it didn't matter that he was a bit rough with me. He even apologized in the middle of sex when his claws had accidentally knicked me in the leg. I wrapped the top sheet around my body and carefully slid to the edge of the bed. Just as I was swinging my legs over the side the bathroom door opened, fresh steam rolling across the ceiling, and Victor stood in just a towel and gave me a frown.

"You should be resting, Belle," he growled, stalking over to me and taking a knee in front of me.

"So should you," I laughed, rubbing at my tired eyes.

"I've got a hot bath ready for you. Figured you would like the soak to help with the muscle aches," he said, surprising me and making me look up at him.

"I would like that very much," I said, smiling like the sun had just come out from behind storm clouds.

Victor smiled back and gently scooped me into his arms, letting the sheet fall free onto the floor and carried me into the bathroom. I could have walked, but it was endearing to see him so overprotective and gentlemanly. He set me in the hot water and I sighed in ecstasy. It was like heaven being in that hot water. But Victor surprised me again by leaving the bathroom, instead of him joining me like I thought he would.

"I'll be getting breakfast ready. Take your time," he chuckled at my puzzled expression.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, just enjoying the soothing heat that stopped the muscle aches all over my body. I didn't stay in the bath for long, just until the water started to chill, and I carefully climbed out. I wrapped myself up in a towel and drained the tub before heading back out into the main area. Victor's back was turned to me, a phone up to his ear, and I went over to my luggage and quickly dressed in a pair of leggings and a baggy tee shirt.

"For fuck's sake! Why can't you deliver breakfast?" Victor snapped into the phone, making me flinch at his harsh tone, but I calmed when he turned around and glowered at a phone book in his hands.

The person on the other end of the line was speaking just as heatedly as Victor had and I could feel Victor's mood darkening quickly.

"Fine," Victor snapped, hanging up and flipping through the phone book.

"Victor?" I called out softly, walking over to him.

"Yes?" he replied, starting to dial another phone number.

"I don't need breakfast, Victor. Besides, we'll be back at the base later today. I can just eat then," I murmured, taking the phone book so he would look down at me.

"You need to eat, Belle. I exhausted you last night. A proper meal will help you recover faster," Victor grumbled, seeming embarrassed by his behavior last night, but I had no issue with it.

"If you insist I eat, then why don't we just go through a drive through on our way back. I'm sure the guards out front will like some food as well," I stated, giving him a pleased grin and hugging him around his waist.

"Ever so thoughtful. Fine, we'll go to a dinner I saw on the way back last night. It's better than some fast food shit," he growled, hooking his hands under my arms to lift me up to his face and plant a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my throat.

I giggled and nodded my head, pulling back so that I could kiss him. He was just so warm and gentle with me that it warmed my heart. I would have to get used to it, but I don't think I would mind it at all. Victor lowered me back to my feet and pulled on a black vee neck tee shirt and I smiled to myself. God, could he get any more handsome? Before Victor could see the heated look I was giving him I turned and started to repack my bags, hoping to go home within the next few hours. Once all packed Victor carried our bags to the SUV out in front of our room and then opened the passenger door for me. I climbed in, giving Victor a bright smile, and sat down, but I paused when I saw movement over Victor's shoulder.

"Who is that?" I asked, glancing down at Victor who had gone stock still, his grip on the car door so hard his knuckles had turned white.

"Stay in the car. Don't come out. That is Logan Howlett, the mutant I warned you about," Victor stated in a growl, alerting the guards to the situation.

Before I could say anything Victor closed the car door and one of the guards locked it remotely. I watched as Victor turned around to face a new threat. And boy was he a threat. He had wild black hair and piercing blue eyes, as well as the same amount of muscle to battle with Victor. This was the Wolverine. I had heard tales of him as well, but I had heard he was a good guy. My concern wasn't him though. I worried about Victor. He was exhausted, I could feel it, and I didn't want him to get hurt, even if he could heal instantly.

"What do you want?" Victor called out, hands fisting at his sides.

"See you've got a new toy. Mind letting her go?" Wolverine called back, giving Victor a cold grin that didn't reach his eyes.

"She isn't a toy. She's mine," Victor snarled, his muscles rippling in his anger as he tensed.

"Oh? I highly doubt she's here of her own free will. No female in their right mind would stay with an animal like you," Wolverine laughed, making Victor growl angrily.

"I don't care what you think. She is mine, and you won't touch her," Victor snapped, taking a defensive stance in front of the car.

I pressed my hand to the window, my heartbeat racing with fear and anticipation. Would a fight break out? Would someone get hurt? Just as I was about to call to Victor, Wolverine rushed him, three gleaming metal claws erupting from both his hands. I clamped a hand over my mouth and scrambled away from the car door as Victor and Wolverine slammed into it, which made the car rock violently. The glass on the door shattered, and I raised my arms to block the glass from reaching my face, wincing as a few pieces cut me. I watched in fascination and shock as Victor picked up the male attacking him with one hand and tossed him a good twenty feet away as if he weighed nothing.

"Belle! You alright?" Victor called out, looking into the car for me.

I nodded my head and felt a tremble go through me. This was a power like I had never felt before. They were true animals, and perhaps that is what an Alpha mutant really was. But one of them was on my side, and it made my core bloom for him just thinking about it. I squeezed my thighs together to try and ease the moist ache that set up shop in my lower abdomen, but it was no use. Victor had turned back to our assailant, claws gleaming and out for blood. Wolverine rushed Victor again, managing to get a hit in with those wicked looking claws, and I gasped as Victor healed instantly. But blood was spilled in the process. I slowly crept towards the open window, wanting to watch Victor at work, and felt my body heat at the sight that greeted me. With every minor adjustment in his body, his muscles would tense and jump, flexing and relaxing. It was mesmerizing to see such power work so flawlessly. And so quickly. Their fight was nearly impossible to watch with the naked eye, their movements insanely fast for two males decked out with enough muscle for two whole football teams. They were over the top, bigger is better males, and I felt so dainty and feminine amongst them. Wolverine kicked Victor off of him, sending him flying into the forest behind the motel, out of sight, and I watched in horror as this new male came running over to the car. I scrambled backward, away from the open window, and watched with wide eyes as the Wolverine cut the door from the car with those silver claws. He reached in, and I curled up in on myself so that he wouldn't be able to touch me. But that was short-lived as one of Wolverine's hands closed around my ankle and dragged me out of the car kicking and screaming. This Wolverine guy clearly didn't take the hint very well. He managed to get me into his hands and forced me away from the car, practically dragging me across the pavement. I had no idea where Victor had crashed, but I knew he wouldn't just let this guy take me from him.

"Victor! Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, only to have Wolverine clamp a hand over my mouth and shake me roughly.

"Shut it, female. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," Wolverine snarled, baring his own smaller canines.

A roar unlike anything I had heard before echoed through the motel parking lot, making both Wolverine and I freeze in place. I looked up and let out a gasp. Victor was standing in the middle of the parking lot, claws long and gleaming in the late morning light, and his teeth were bared in a vicious snarl.

"Get away from her," Victor growled, his once golden eyes nearly black with his anger.

"What the fuck is going on?" Wolverine asked under his breath, looking at me in confusion.

"I would suggest doing what he says," I snapped at the male.

"What did you do to him?" Wolverine growled at me, giving me a confused once over.

"I didn't do anything. Now get away from me," I shouted, glaring at the male.

Victor rushed us then, grabbing the male and tossing him from me before he could react, and when those black eyes settled on me I felt a wet rush between my legs. This was a male that was going to take his female, in the age-old ritual of mating. I trembled as Victor hoisted me over a shoulder and carried me over to the car, depositing me on the seat, the broken shards of glass from the destroyed window cutting into my back as my shirt was pulled away from my skin in the process, and the rumbling growl that emitted from his chest made me let out a very feminine whine. God, but he was just so sexy. This male, that could have any female he wanted, desired me and me alone. I shivered under his heated gaze, going limp with the crippling desire that lanced through me. Victor pulled my legs around his hips, grinding his erection into my legging-clad core, and I moaned and arched my back involuntarily.

"Mine," Victor snarled, lowering his shoulders and head so that his lips grazed against my exposed throat.

"Ah! Victor!" I whimpered, breathing heavily as he bit down on my neck, surely drawing blood.

His hands slid underneath my body, brushing the glass away and off the seat, and then sliding down to my ass and rolling my hips into his erection, earning a feral growl from him.

"MINE," he growled, releasing my throat and licking the bite mark he left behind before straightening and staring down at me.

I was a puddle of feminine pleasure, his to do with as he pleased, and I didn't care. God, to have all that attention focused on me was thrilling, and terrifying. I felt a violent tremble go through my body as he licked his lips and stared, but our moment of intimacy was interrupted by Wolverine clearing his throat.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Wolverine growled out, glaring at the both of us when Victor turned to snarl at the male.

"She is mine," Victor snarled, bending over me protectively, his clawed hands digging into the leather seats as he bared his teeth at the intruding male.

"So you've said. I get it, the female is yours. But you've never kept a female before. What changed?" Wolverine asked, looking at me in shock.

"He found me. He saved my life," I said quietly, locking eyes with Wolverine.

"But you're human," Wolverine said, sounding beyond puzzled.

"I can't explain it. He found me, he saved me, and he claimed me. And I won't leave him. He is mine just as much as I am his," I called out, earning a growl from Victor as he shifted against me.

"Fine. I'll leave you two to fuck. But the next time I see him, there will be no more distractions," Wolverine growled, sheathing those gleaming claws and storming off into the forest, leaving Victor and me alone since the guards had been knocked out.

Once Wolverine was gone, and Victor was sure of it, he bent and started kissing my throat where he bit me, purring all the while. I moaned when he started going lower, feeling my nipples pucker under his hot breath beneath my tee shirt. I shifted my hips to try and ease the ache between them, only to have Victor grind himself into me, causing me to cry out.

"Victor!" I whined, looking up into his face and gasping when all I saw were fathomless black eyes.

Victor raised a hand, lowering one dark claw to the front of my shirt and I moaned as he sliced it open down the middle. Once my breasts were free to his hungry gaze he lowered his head and started to suckle them. His lips and teeth felt like heaven against my breasts, making me wriggle and let out sounds of passion. God, to have him so hellbent on fucking me, even in front of another male to prove his claim on me, was beyond exciting. It was crippling in the pleasure that it produced. I laid limp beneath my male, ready for whatever he wanted to do with me, and praying that once it was over I would get enough rest for the next time. Within minutes Victor had torn the rest of my clothes from my body, and his if I felt correctly, and had his cock lined up at my entrance.

"Belle," Victor breathed, black eyes softening in expression as he waited for my approval.

"I'm yours, Victor. Do with me what you will," I breathed, running a hand up his stomach to his chest and caressing his throat with loving fingers as I spread my legs more for him.

An invitation no male could refuse. He grabbed both my hips in his hands and thrust in, making both of us cry out at the pleasure. I didn't get time to adjust to his formidable size as he started to thrust in and out brutally. I clung to him, letting out small cries in time with his thrusts since I was finding it hard to breathe, being filled so fully made it a tad bit difficult. But I didn't mind. Victor wasted no time in sating himself, pounding into me at a brutal pace, earning my cries of passion and lust with every thrust into my womb. Just as I felt him getting close to his orgasm, his cock twitching inside of me and growing impossible harder, he bent at the waist and captured my lips with his own. One hand dug into the leather of the seat just above my left shoulder, the other slipping from my hip to my ass and lifting my pelvis just an inch or two off of the seat, but it was enough of an adjustment to send me into an orgasm as he shoved his cock so deep into me it made my teeth rattle. And as I convulsed around him, whimpering and defenseless, he continued to thrust into me. This wasn't going to be over anytime soon, and god did I never want it to end.

VICTOR'S POV
I stared down at Belle as she came unraveled on my cock, crying out and making the most delicious sounds. I had no control, I had lost it when Wolverine had gotten his hands on her. My beast was at the forefront, taking what was ours, and though I wished I was being more gentle with Belle, I couldn't help but notice she didn't seem to mind. A second orgasm overtook her within minutes of the first, and I could feel my own orgasm building in me. The tingle at the base of my spine was enough of a warning. I had to make her satisfied before I took my own pleasure. I could do at least that much for her. I climbed a bit more into the car, rolling her onto her stomach and bracing my hands above her shoulders on the seat, digging my claws in so that I wouldn't use them on her, and started to pound into her at a slower pace. The moans she gave me was enough to send myself spiraling towards my own release, but she came first. She would always come first. I lowered my head, burying my face in her neck, relishing the pleasured sigh that came from her as she craned her head out of the way, giving me more access, and held my hips flush against her ass. I remained unmoving inside of her, learning the feel of her as she grew closer and closer to another release.

"Victor, please!" she whimpered, attempting to thrust her hips back and up, trying to get me to move.

I felt the grin that spread over my features, devouring her pleasured cry when I slowly rolled my hips against her ass, making my cock stroke her on the inside in slow circles. She was getting closer, so close she was teetering on the edge. She made the sexiest sounds when she was getting close to her orgasm. And I couldn't get enough of them.

"Mine," I heard myself growl into her neck, pulling almost all the way out to feel her tremble beneath me, only to thrust back in so hard the sound of our skin meeting echoing across the parking lot.

The scream she let out of pleasure only spurred me on. I couldn't stop now even if I tried with everything I had. I thrust into her welcoming heat so brutally that I could see her ass turning red, which only made me hotter and harder. I wanted her so satisfied she couldn't leave my bed. I wanted her barefoot and pregnant all times of the year. I wanted her so sated that when she looked at me she instantly became ready for my cock. God to have a female like her, ready and waiting in my bed set my blood on fire. Without warning she reached back, her tiny hands just barely ghosting up my thighs as they burned with the effort of my thrusting, and it sent me over the edge. Those tiny hands, so innocent and fragile, causes tremors within me that I never thought I would ever feel. I may have been in charge, but she had all the power. I let out a roar as my orgasm took over, causing my cock to jump and fill her womb with my cum. Sending her into a fourth orgasm and rendering her limp beneath me. Once I had filled her womb, I felt the beast retreat to the back of my brain, leaving me a panting and shaking mess above her. She lay limp and replete beneath me, the aftershocks causing her inner walls to tense around my cock in intervals. She was exhausted, and I feared for her well being. I had not been gentle with her. And she was so small compared to me, so weak and fragile.

"Belle?" I called out, surprised at the hoarseness of my voice.

She let out a soft whimper, tensing under me and I reluctantly pulled out of her, watching with a groan as my cum dripped from her core and onto the car seat beneath her. Her pale skin was flushed, her ass red from my brutal pounding, and her whole body trembled.

"Belle?" I called out, reaching into the car and rolling her over onto her back so that I could see her face.

"Victor?" she whined, rubbing her thighs together and rolling her hips.

"I'm here, Darlin'," I whispered to her, carefully pulling her into my arms and carrying her back into the motel room.

She needed a bath, but she was so spent she couldn't keep her eyes open. I had been too rough, too brutal. I could feel the beast in me feel guilty for the first time in my long life. Even he hadn't meant to be so rough. She just does something to us that we can't control. With utmost care I set her into the bathtub and started up the hot water, making sure it wasn't too hot, and listening to her breathy moans for clues to her discomfort. Once I was sure it was a comfortable temp, I left her in the tub and ran back out to the car and retrieved our luggage. She would need clothes, as would I, and I tossed the bags onto the bed before returning to her. She had woken a bit, looking around in surprise, but once her eyes settled on me she let out a very feminine sigh and gave me a brilliant smile. No male could have asked for more from his female.

"Is the water too warm, Belle?" I asked softly, kneeling next to the tub and sticking my hand into the water.

"No. It is perfect. Thank you, Victor," she murmured, settling into the hot water with a soft moan of satisfaction.

"I should be thanking you. You took me and my beast without complaint," I growled, gently running my fingers through her hair as she enjoyed the warm bath.

"You were fantastic, Victor. I doubt any woman would complain. But I do have to say I am very hungry now," she giggled, smiling up at me, her hazel eyes sparkling with her happiness.

"Well, we will just have to remedy that. What would you like to eat?" I chuckled, smiling down at her.

"Anything edible," she laughed, raising her legs so that her knees appeared out of the water.

She winced a bit and shifted, a slight furrow to her brows and I felt guilt lance through me. I had indeed been too rough with her. She would be sore for quite a long time.

"I suppose you wouldn't be up to sit in a diner for lunch, would you?" I asked, reaching across the tub and grabbing the body wash, pouring a little bit onto my hands.

"I might need a pillow, but I can manage it. The question is, will they have enough meat for you?" she said, shocking me yet again.

I had been the one to cause her discomfort, yet she was the one worrying about me. I didn't deserve this female and would do anything to make her happy.

BELLE'S POV
I watched as Victor's smile faded when I winced, and I knew instantly where his thoughts were going. He blamed himself for the ache in my thighs and lower back, but I relished it. This was what it felt like to be claimed, to be cared for by a male. It showed me just how much he wanted me, that he could lose control over his lust and take what he wanted, what I freely gave. I reached up out of the water, my small hand taking his chin in it and turning his face to mine.

"Victor, listen to me. You are an amazing male, and what we did out in that car was incredible. I would love to have you that way again, and these aches will ease in an hour or so. Don't beat yourself up over it. I loved the way you claimed me," I told him, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

A kiss that he returned with more heat. His tongue thrust into my mouth, his big body leaning in more as I leaned back into the tub, unable to keep myself upright for too long. I was spent, but it was a good feeling. I broke the kiss gently and ran my thumb over his bottom lip, smiling up into his gold eyes like a silly school girl with a crush. He rested his forehead against mine and let out a sigh. He sounded just as tired as I felt. I took his hands covered in bath soap and struggled to sit up, but once upright I guided his hands to my waist. He took over as I sat there patiently, eyes closing at his gentle caresses. He rinsed off my upper body and then hooked a muscled arm around my waist, hauling me gently onto his shoulder, and lifted my butt out of the water. I blushed a bit when he nipped at my hip right next to his face and looked over my shoulder at him. He had grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up his free hand, the other still holding me in place on his shoulder, and began to clean off my lower half. He was quick with my legs and I sighed as he massaged them a bit, causing me to lean over his back, soaking up his heat. I gasped and jolted when his soap covered hand came to my core, two fingers inserting themselves into my heat and spreading me open so his seed could flow out. For some reason, he always made sure I was clean, inside and out. But the feel of him, even if it was just his fingers inside of me, was enough to drive me wild. I whined and shifted my hips in his grip, earning a growl from my male.

"Belle, I don't want to hurt you," Victor groaned, holding his fingers still inside of me.

"You won't hurt me, Victor. I trust you," I said softly, stroking his lower back with my fingers and wriggling my hips.

He let out a ragged groan and suddenly came to his feet, me still draped over his shoulder, and carried me out into the main area. He deposited me on the bed, not too gently either, and went to the window and made sure it was covered, then to the door and locked it before returning to me. I stretched out under his hot gaze, smiling up at him like a cat with warm milk. Victor knelt at the end of the bed, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him, earning a squeal of delight from me. He grinned and slowly parted my legs so that he was staring at me from between my thighs and I blushed. He placed my legs on his shoulders and reached up with his arms and draped them over my stomach to keep me from getting away. I shivered as he kissed my inner thighs, causing my toes to curl against his upper back, and let out a breathy moan when he breathed on my already wet core. God, I could never get enough of him.

"You honor me, Belle. I will make sure you will not be left wanting," he rumbled from between my legs an instant before he ducked down and began licking.

I couldn't hold in my startled cry of pleasure as his tongue lapped at my folds, the rumbling purr of a growl that vibrated in his chest sending tremors through my body. I writhed and squirmed in his grip, my breathing picking up the pace just as my heart beat started to pound. He was so attentive to me, changing pace and motion when I couldn't take anymore, adding pressure and backing off just when I could feel my orgasm come crashing down. He drew it out, taking his time, being lazy in his desire for my taste.

"Victor! I'm so close! Please!" I begged, taking hold of his wrists on my stomach to ground myself as I thrashed on the bed, trying to get my orgasm to pass.

"Mmmmm. I could listen to you moan all day. You taste just as good as you sound," he groaned against my core, the vibrations sending me over the edge.

I came hard, screaming his name and arching up off the bed, my toes curling into his back. My nails dug into his forearms, drawing blood but they healed instantly. Through my orgasm I could feel him drinking my cum, swallowing every drop and letting out moans of pleasure. But that didn't last for too long. The orgasm he gave me was so intense that my weakened body couldn't take it, and I felt my consciousness slip away.