S:S:S:S:S:S: Chapter- 12 :S:S:S:S:S:S

*DIng-Dong* another update *DIng-Dong*

KittyBear98- And one maybe can make the big bad Sabertooth change into a loving and caring mate lol.

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The dull sound of pans being picked up and put on the iighting burners stirred Claire's slumbering senses. The feline female hummed softly with a soft yawn and rolled over to sit up. She muffled another yawn against her palm and stretched like a cat. The nostrils caught the mouth watering smell of chicken salad sandwich and coffee but she shook her head. The Creed guy was sure as hell not such a gentleman who would cook anything else but her brain. She picked up her woollen shawl lying near her feet and wrapped it around her shoulders. She lazily forced herself out of the bed, twisting her open, messy hair in a loose bun but a sharp whistle from the door startled her.

"Leave it open," Victor leaned against the door frame with crossed arms and legs and gave her a lustful once over. "I like it wild and messy."

Claire rolled her eyes and deliberately made a tight bun. "But you certainly won't like it when one falls in your coffee."

Creed chuckled and lazily walked in. Claire's eyeballs sprang out when she felt his audacious hands snake around her waist and pull her against his chest only to send a warm throaty whisper into her ear. "Who said ya were goin' ta make breakfast today?"

Shocked and angry at the same time, Claire snapped her neck to him, trying to strip his hands off her body. "What do you mean?"

"I mean to say..." just to get a rise out of his little kitten, Victor caught her earlobe between his teeth and bit it softly. "I've prepared breakfast today."

"What the hell?!" shocked, angry and embarrassed, Claire elbowed Creed hard in the kidney to shove him away and spun on her heel to glare at him.

Victor rubbed the kneed skin with a fake ouch. "What was that for?!"

"For that...inappropriate thing you just did to my ear!" Claire snarled back. "Don't every try to do that again and, who the fuck even told you to make breakfast, huh?!"

Victor rolled his eyes. "Yer really the most ungrateful bitch I've ever seen, frail. Ya were snorin' like a damn chainsaw so I thought I should prepare breakfast today and yer givin' me hell about it in stead of sayin' a sweet thank you.

"First of all, I don't snore! And second of all," Claire's upper lip curled up into another snarl. "You can cook?"

Creed tossed his head back and gave the biggest eye roll of his life. "Do I really look like a guy who lives on that goddamn stale junk food? Not being cocky here but i cook finger-licking good and it's waiting outside." he said with a smug sweep of his arm.

"Uhm-ok, I need a shower first." as she spun for the bathroom, a light slap met her left ass cheek.

Rubbing her violated property, Claire snapped over her shoulder." Now what was that for?!"

"Nothing, just admirin' yer bubbles."

"You're disgusting, Creed!" Claire turned on her heel. "And please do something about the broken bolt of your bathroom's door! I have to keep a damn bucket against the door every time to stop it from opening by itself."

Victor threw another leer at her. "Nope, ain't gonna. That small gap gives me a perfect image to jerk off every time."

Claire's jaw hit the floor. "What the fucking hell?!"

Creed grinned. "Knew that would get ya, but relax kitten, I ain't no peeping Tom who needs ta see ya naked every time I need to jack off. My mind does that fer me."

Claire groaned. "Ugh, you're really the perfect synonym of disgusting, Creed!"

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With a contented burp Claire well-manneredly muffled with her fingers, Claire leaned back and grumbled. "Gotta say, Creed, you cook really well."

Creed raised a playful eyebrow. "Is my disgusting mind imagining it or you really just admired my cooking?"

Smirking, Claire shook her head with a soft roll of eyes. "You're just too much, Creed." she said, getting up to pick up the empty plates when Creed caught her wrist.

He looked up at her and smiled at her questioning gaze. "Leave'em right where they are. I'll take care of'em later."

"What?" the questioning gaze deepened. "Why would you-"

"Because you're going to enter the next month soon and I don't wanna risk my Cub's health so I've decided to take care of the mansion for the next two months!" he growled sharply. He hated to babble all this pansy ass bullshit. "I've already cleaned up all the rooms while you were sleepin' like a damn junkie."

Pleasantly surprised, Claire smirked again. "So you're finally tired of seeing me as your personal maid?"

Creed grinned. "Yup 'cause now I'm really looking forward to seeing you as my personal puffy momma."

Claire quirked an eyebrow. "What do you mea-"

"I've called a doctor, to do a check up on ya. She'll be here in no time."

"Wow," a heavy surprise in feral girl's eyes. "Now you're really starting to freak me out, dude."

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"So how's the Cub, frail?" Creed asked the young woman Ruth had sent to perform an ultrasound on Claire at home through his narrowed glare. He didn't need to hear his Cub's slow and steady heartbeats on a goddamned machine but he needed to be sure they were both fine.

The timid young woman adjusted her glasses and smiled weakly at the scary Feral. "Oh don't worry, Mr. Creed, the baby is absolutely fine and healthy. Its rapidly developing his healing ability that would take care of all the tension the outer world is giving to it." the couple smiled widely at the relieving news.

"But you, Ms. Claire, As Mr. Creed told me, you really need to take care of these unstable changes in your BP, it's still pretty high. I'm sure you must be suffering from severe headaches because of that recently."

Claire lowered her head to hide the busted look of her face and pushed a lock behind her ear. "Uhm...yes, actually."

The young doctor leaned back and raised an eyebrow. "And can i know the reason?"

Being the complete opposite of what Creed had expected, her reply surprised him. "I feel a bit lonely and scared when Vi...Mr. Creed is out of town."

The other woman sighed with a pursed smile. "Look ma'am, the baby would be able to take care of both of you only when its healing factor reaches the final stage of its building process. You really need to take care of yourself on both physical and mental levels until that happens. Just don't worry and be happy, that's the only advice I can give you at this time."

"Don't sweat it, frail, I'm going to make sure she stays happy and tension-free from now on." Creed gave a sharp grunt.

"O-Okay then, time to leave," she got back up and ran her eyes around. "Um-where is washroom?"

Claire pointed her finger at the door. "And please, keep that empty bucket against the door because the latch is broken."

"Uh-okay." the doctor nodded and hastily left the feral couple alone for a while. Victor walked over to the machine and contemplated the HD image of his unborn Cub on the large screen before him. He could see every organ clearly. A large head, small but thick arms and plump legs, everything was there.

"Growin' quite fast, Cub." a soft smirk unconsciously played on his lips. His piercing gaze was fixed at its face. The eyes were closed and thin lips were somewhat pursed. When he eyes fell on that small cute nose, his clawed hand hesitantly reached over to touch it. As he touched the LED screen, a strong shiver ran down his spine. A small part of his was breathing on that square. Something, a monster like him had never thought he could ever have. The image created a whirl of emotions he didn't even know he had inside him.

Sabertooth purrs.

Our Cub...

Claire, who had been watching this silent act of a father's affection for his unborn child for the past fifteen minutes, smiled softly. "Can you smell its gender?"

Creed turned to him and smirked again. "Yes I can. But ain't gonna tell ya, it's gonna be our little secret."

Claire shook her head with a smirking roll of eyes and started to get up. "So what do you want for lunch? I was thinking about making-"

"Let's order pizza."

His reply surprised her. "W-What? Pizza?"

"Yeah, I like Pepperoni, what's your pick?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Um...Barbecued chicken..?" Claire said, confused. She had no idea what'd happened to Creed today.

"Cool." Victor pulled out his phone and made the orders.

"So," he looked back to her and smirked. "Until the pizzas come, let's go outside."

Claire gave another super shocked face. "Whoa, you wanna take me outside? Aren't you afraid I'll try my luck at another 'escape'?!"

"I know ya won't." Creed smirked. "'Cause you're a good little girl who don't wanna another death on her head." that smart-ass wink made her smirk back.

"Yeah, you're right Mr. Smartypants, so where are going?"

Creed smirked mysteriously. "To meet an old friend."

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Claire ran her exploratary gaze around. "Your friend lives here, in the wood?"

"Yep, that's where her kind lives." Creed smirked and let out a loud, guttural purr to let his 'friend' know he'd come to see her. Before Claire could shoot another annoying question, the cougar she'd seen feed upon those dead bodies that day, walked out of the thick bushes and advanced toward Victor.

Claire's eyes broadened in great surprise when the cougar lowered her head and let Creed rub her head and neck. She inhaled Claire's presence and growled softly but Creed's purr calmed her again.

Claire smirked. "So she's your old friend, huh?"

"Yeah," Victor rested his head against his friend's and pushed lightly in feline affection. "She always comes down to meet me whenever I'm back."

Creed released another whispered purr that made the big cat look up to see Claire. She slowly walked up to her. On her side, moving with care, Claire stepped toward the other female. Her hands, tightly bound, were getting numb. So were her feet. The cat sniffed her curiously, as if trying to make sure she was not dangerous.

Victor jumped to his feet and smirked again. "Extend your hand and rub her head, frail."

A terrified Claire looked back to him. "B-But what if she-"

"No, she won't." Creed assured her. "Animals don't hurt people until they smell dangerous to them."

Claire nodded shakily and hesitantly extended her hand to touch the head of the other feline female. The cougar growled as she sniffed the unknown touch but then let her touch her. Claire gently stroked her head and shiny smooth coat of her fur around her neck.

"I saved her life from a damn flatscan hunter once." Creed smiled. "Ever since then we've been best buddies."

Claire took in the scent of the big cat. "She's pregnant."

"Yeah, it's her final month." Creed had a genuine smile this time. "I'll able to see her first Cubs." Claire turned her attention back to the beautiful creature before her and let her lick her cheeks.

Creed grinned. "I think she likes ya."

Claire cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead softly. "I like her, too."

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Claire left the last slice of her pizza and hurried over to the window as she heard the loud rumble of thick dark clouds coming to pour all their water over them. She looked up at the darkening sky and smiled. "The rain is coming."

She smiled widely as the first cross spray touched the old glass. Her right index claw traced the trail of one of those shiny diamonds.

Creed shook his head, rolling his eyes. "What's with frails and their goddamn obsession with rains?"

Claire looked at him and smirked weakly. "I don't know about others but I like rain because I hardly got to go outside and enjoy it."

"What? Your daddy never let ya to go outside and splash around like a damn monkey in the rain?"

"No, he didn't." Claire looked down and muttered. "He was at work all day."

"Well then," an evil smirk took over Creed's lips when an evil idea crept into his mind. He slowly walked over to Claire and picked her up in his arms before rushing out of the house.

Claire Squeaked angrily. "What's all this, Creed?! Just put me down!"

"Nope!" Victor looked down at her and grinned mischievously. "You wanted to enjoy the rain, right? Now enjoy every goddamn drop of it but only in my arms!"

He started spinning her around in his arms that made her finally give up her weak protests and squeal in delight. The spray of rain falling on her face and making her feel alive again. Her hands unconsciously wrapped around his neck as she laughed loudly. Creed hadn't seen her laugh so joyfully in his presence and it made him want to keep twirling around.

"O-Okay, okay, stop, please!" she said, finally trying to stop laughing. "I'm feeling dizzy now."

Victor finally put her back on her feet. Her hands were still around Creed's neck to maintain her balance. Gasping, she hid her face against his chest and laughed again. "Oh my god, that was awesome! You should apply for a merry-go-round's job in some carnival, dude."

Creed chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Nope, I just wanna be your personal merry-go-round."

Claire chuckled back and buried her face deeper into his soaked shirt. She inhaled his scent. The naturally musky perfume that was a intoxicating mix of Pine and Maple and something else she could put her finger on. She slowly pulled her head back and looked up to the giant feral who was staring right back at her. There was something in his eyes that mesmerized her. She bit her bottom lip as her right hand thoughtlessly reached up to cup his cheek. Victor eagerly leaned into the soft wet palm and before they both knew what was happening, Claire felt the softness of his furry hand slide up her back as he drew her closer into a kiss.

The kiss was slow, a little bit hard as if held back for years. Claire couldn't believe a monster among men like Creed could be so gentle and careful when kissing. Victor slowly tasted her soft lips. His lips rubbing against those sweet petals again and again and collecting the stubborn drops of rain that refused to fall off her lips.

Creed's massive arms now wrapped around his Mate's little frame and Claire's hands started stroking the back of his neck. Claire moaned softly when his rough tongue softly swiped over her bottom lip, as if asking for permission to enter her mouth. Claire unconsciously granted it by opening her mouth. Victor's tongue slipped in and wrapped around hers to dance in a silent melodic tango. A large blast of pheromones dissolved in the air around the feral couple. Victor cupped her face as his tongue descended deeper and growled.

"Mine."

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Next time- Victor has a little challenge for his kitten ;-}