Chapter Twelve: The First Heartbeat
Can anyone guess what this chapter is going to be about?
Just enjoy ;-}
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Two weeks later
With a loud yawn, Aks leaned back and put the novel down. Since Arclight and her butt boys ambushed his Mate, Victor'd not even let Aks set a step out of the cabin. Rest, rest and just rest for her burnt feet. In Aks's absence in daily chores, he kept the cabin in almost bearable condition. Besides, Creed also showed his terrific cooking skills, that just served half-done mutton and chicken with nominal amount of vegetables everyday. Of course Victor had done it all with tons of fake growls and grunts but Aks knew, why a 6 feet tall homicidal feral was doing all this. Because he cared for his Mate.
Aks never said it but Creed didn't need to hear it from her mouth that she kind of missed her social life, specially these past two weeks she'd said no to meeting any of her friends or acquaintances in because she didn't want anyone to know about the injuries they'd gotten from that Arcbitch and her fucking gang. Though Victor found their bedroom the best place in the world but still, he knew what his Mate wanted and he's sure as hell going to give it to her.
"This is fer ya." he dumped a shopping bag on the table and plopped onto the sofa.
"What is it?" she asked with a curious smile.
"Where're yer hands busy at? See it yourself." a smug smirk on his face.
Both her mouth and eyes turned into three perfect Os as she eagerly opened it. "God, Victor, this is so-"
"Your wardrobe is full of the shittiest clothes in the world. I cannot tolerate my Mate in any of that crap when we're goin' out for dinner."
"Dinner?" she hadn't expected it from the guy who'd 'ordered' her to stay imprisoned in her own house for eternity.
"Yeah it's been a long time since ya saw the outer world so we're goin' out tonight."
This simple act of silent care impressed her.
"Just a dinner? Or a romantic candlelight dinner date?" She playfully raised her brow.
"Romantic candlelight dinners are the last fuckin' thing on the mind of a man with three inch long claws darlin' so don't get your hopes up and get ready for the evening."
"Hmm ok and thanks, it's really beautiful." she traced her fingers over the soft satin of the cherry-red backless cocktail dress. Gotta say, Mr. Creed has a great sense of fashion.
"Thanks?" he sneered. "Keep your thanks to yerself frail, I need somethin' else." he widened his thighs with a seductive purr.
"Something else?" she didn't get his words until her eyes trailed down to his tightened manhood tenting between his legs.
This guy is insatiable.
"Hmmm...looks like someone needs relief." she seductively walked over and stood between his legs. His clawed fingers dug into jean clad hips and pulled her closer.
"And only that sweet sexy pussy of yers can give me that." he winked and caught the steel button of her jeans in his mouth. The fresh scent of her arousal hit his nose. He's been sensing a strange change in it for the past six or seven days, like...something had dissolved in it and made it sweeter and...familiar.
Aks giggled softly and tugged the back of his head down mischievously, making him look up. "Well...today I was thinking about giving ya some other kinda relief." she really wanted to try something Sheena had advised her to keep her man 'real happy' on the phone today.
"Oh yeah? What is it?" he sat back with a lopsided simper.
Without saying another word, Aks just smirked and got on her knees, extending her nervy hands towards his belt buckle.
"Whoa, you sure about it frail?" a heavy surprise in his words. He was definitely not used to see a frail give him a blowjob willingly. It was mostly forceful, gagging and tearful for all of them.
"Yes, Victor, I want to taste you." she finally revealed her desire.
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Her reply was filled with great nervousness and shame. The poor girl'd been forced to see that goddamn porn thrice by her stupid friend in Victor's absence so that she could learn the art of going down on your man damn well but doing it in real seemed much more difficult than solving fucking Algebra.
And she hated fucking Algebra!
Her hands hesitantly undid his belt and button. His rock-solid cock sprang out as the zipper went down. She stared at the intimidatingly giant organ for a few uninterrupted seconds and then slowly wrapped her shaking fingers around the it, buying herself a low growl.
She bit down her half lower lipGawd he has a goddamn tower down here!
"Nervous, frail?" the same fucking evil grin.
"Shouldn't I be?" she let out a nervous smile. "It's my first time."
"Don't worry," he leaned back and locked his arms behind his head with a crooked smile. "No matter how bad ya perform, I'm still gonna give ya seven out of ten." an assuring joke.
She shook her head and focused back on his monstrous, veiny cock in her weak grip. There was no turning back now.
Just do it Aks!
She took her plump pink lips close to it and whiffed over it softly, making Creed curious about what was coming up next. She closed her eyes and took a long lick of the tip. Victor sucked in a sharp breath and promptly straightened.
Shit, that felt good
She finally started showing what she'd learnt from the porn a few hours ago. She wrapped her lips around him and sucked hard, swallowing inch after thick inch gradually while her opposite hand pumped the remaining length up and down repeatedly. He made an unsuccessful attempt to put down his groans but couldn't for long. His hand involuntarily tightened into her hair but not for ramming himself into her mouth, that was with other broads, not his Mate. Besides, frail was already doing a hell of a job in spite of an unexperienced mouth.
Sabertooth gives an agreeing howl.
Bitch sucks it like a pro!
She increased her speed as she felt him throbbing inside. She pulled him out for once and drew soft wet spheres around the large head and then licked the her way up and down, making Victor toss his head back. He let out a throaty growl as she enveloped his cock again. her blinking brown eyes were mesmerizing him even more. His hand guided her to give him more of this heavenly pleasure. She moaned each time his cock bumped into the back of her throat. His heavy pants Indicated his upcoming release and to make it the best BJ of his life, her other hand reached down and gave his balls a light squeeze. This was it. He came with a loud roar. Her eyes broadened as she felt his hot thick cum fill her mouth. She didn't get any chance to pull him out and had to swallow all of it but truthfully, the taste wasn't that bad.
Another deep shaky breath escaped her as her mouth released Victor's limped length. He looked at her with a satisfied smile.
"So, still seven out of ten?" she asked with a mischievous wink.
His index claw picked up the last drop of his semen sitting on the corner of her lips and pushed it into her mouth.
"Ten out of fuckin' ten!"
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"Wowww! This place is just gorgeous!" she squealed in delight, running her widened eyes around.
"Ya've never come here before, have ya?" he gracefully pulled the chair for her.
"Well it's one of the most expensive restaurants in entire Shimla and a waitress with a salary of 6000 rupees per month can't afford that." She shrugged with a brief smile.
Victor gave himself a mental kick. Of course she has not.
"But now you're here and it's not a dream." Creed smirked, gloating at the ample cleavage the deep neck dress was showing off. He just couldn't get his eyes off her since the moment she got into that red. He simply wanted to say no for the dinner and fuck her senseless from behind in the same fucking dress but he'd already promised her so...
"Sir, your order?" a weak teenaged voice pulled his attention.
"I'll have a grilled steak, poached salmon and a whole roasted chicken with chicken vegetable sauté, everything rarely done and less spicy. And you, frail?" Victor placed his order to the scrawny teen waiter whose eyeballs were stuck at Creed's intimidating claws.
"Umm I'll just take a hyderabadi biryani with carrot salad." she put the menu down and smirked at the sprang out eyes of the young man.
"By the way ya look very (fuckable) good tonight." the leer was back.
"Just good?" she playfully raised an eyebrow.
"I'm a man of very few words, darlin' but ya can put yer hand on my bulge to know what that dress of yours's doin' to it." His lustful comment with that dirty grin was enough to crimson her cheeks. C'mon man, they are among at least forty other couples in a goddamn restaurant!
"Gawd Vic, is that what you think about all day? We've just-"
"Akriti?" a familiar voice cut her off from behind. Aks turned her neck and jumped out of her chair with a pleasant surprised grin.
"Oh hi sir, hi ma'am, aap log trip se kab wapas aaye?"- Oh hi sir and ma'am, when did you guys come back from your trip?; she hugged her boss and his too damn sophisticated wife, earning herself a low growl from Creed.
Why the hell is that oldfuck touching my Mate?
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"kal hi but tum yaha kaise aur...ye koun hai?"- Just yesterday, but what are you doing here and...who's he?; the old couple narrowed their eyes at the gigantic foreigner across the table.
"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce. Victor, this is my boss, Mr. Rohit Mehra and his lovely wife, Mrs. Kavita Mehra and boss, this is Victor Creed, my Mate." Creed smelled high pride in her words.
He extended his hand.
Mehras' eyes went straight to his terrifying talons. "Are you a-"
"Feral." Aks complete the sentence for them as she saw Victor's canines tighten. He was clearly frustrated by this unexpected and unwanted visit.
Mehras looked at each other as they heard the F word.
What the hell is a sweet girl like Akriti doing with that dangerous looking feral?
"So if you and Victor don't mind, can we both join you guys?" the old man looked quite curious about Creed.
"Yeah sure sir, we would love to have your company." she happily welcomed them to their table before Victor could say anything. He had to bit back a growl after she placed her hand on his as a silent request.
"So Mate, huh? What does it mean?" Mrs. Mehra asked as they all sat down.
"Well Mate is feral version of boyfriend in Victor's words." she replied with a short smile, causing the trio to flinch a bit.
Boyfriend?
"So is that what you've been doing in your leave?" Mr. Mehra didn't like the view of two of them together at all.
"Oh no sir, I was really sick and Victor'd been looking after me for the past so many days. It's my first dinner out in weeks. So...how was the trip?" Aks tried to change the topic.
"Well Paris was just amazing, it's really a great place for elegant shopping." Mrs. Mehra's manicured fingers rubbed the side her neck, silently showing off her new dazzling diamond necklace from Cortier. Aks fought a great urge to roll her eyes and prayed for the waiter to come to their table fast and fortunately, he did in the next second. The dinner had been served. The old couple looked heavily startled by the plenty of meat on the table.
"Victor is a meat guy, folks!" Aks bit back a laugh at their dumbfounded faces.
"So Victor, what do you do for a living?" Mehra wasn't letting the feral go.
"Well, I have a book store in Toronto, Canada and before you ask anything else, we've been friends on FB at first, then she invited me to see Shimla's beautiful places and we've been living in together currently." Victor replied smoothly, swallowing a large bite.
The 'live in' thing made the old couple cough up. It was sure as hell not a common thing in a small town like Shimla.
Mehra's tone abruptly turned stern. "Toronto, huh? Where're you from in Toronto? I have a lot of contacts in-"
"Boss boss boss," Aks cut him off quickly before his question pissed Victor off. "Why're you playing FBI on Victor tonight? He's a clean and clear guy." She smiled brightly at him.
Sabertooth rolls his eyes.
Clean and Clear my ass!
"Akriti's right." His better half dryly agreed, playing with her salad. She wasn't definitely enjoying her dinner with this middle-class girl and her savage boyfriend.
"What? Can't I be a little bit curious about the guy who's making 'boyfriend' with my girl?" he defended his little inquiry.
"Your girl? " Creed almost growled this time.
"Yeah, Vic," Aks tried to cool her Mate down. "My boss considers me as his daughter. I didn't tell you my complete story that night. After my granny's death, I'd become just a burden on my uncle and aunty. My uncle tried to get rid of me by getting me married to his thrice-divorced boss without my consent. When I said no, they kicked me out of their house at night. I was totally alone and helpless on the roads. I decided to go to one of my friends' house when some roadside romeos chased me, I fled off as fast as i could and luckily ran into this great man. He saved me from those jerks. I told him my story and he brought me here, to live with him and his sweet family but he'd already done me a great favor by saving my life. I didn't want to be a burden on him like I was on the people I called my family for the last so many years."
She let out a cold sigh before resuming. "So he offered me one of his cabins and a job in his KFC. that's what has become my life for the last five years." a grateful smile touched her lips.
"No big deal, sweetheart. A lovely child like you doesn't deserve the dirt of roads." Mehra stroked her cheek with fatherly affection while his better half suppressed a roll of eyes that didn't go unnoticed by Creed.
"And you, young man," he shifted his sharp glare back to Creed. "Akriti is like my three other girls to me and you're damn lucky to have such a precious gem. Just take care of her, or there'll be hell to pay!" Victor's claws scratched the old wood as the open threat touched his ears.
Oldass is really gettin' on my nerves!
"You don't need to worry at all, Mr. Mehra, I know how to take care of my girl." both man narrowed their eyes at each other.
"Okaayyy? The atmosphere's getting too hot, peeps." Aks tried to lighten up the heating situation hovering over their table but looks like Mrs. Mehra who apparently didn't like Victor Creed's Mate very much, had something else on her mind.
"Excuse me, people, I need to go to washroom. Akriti, come with me please, I need some help with my saree."
"Umm okay."
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"So Akriti, you're really serious about that mutant foreigner?" Kavita bluntly asked, fixing her saree in mirror.
The question made Aks hesitate a bit. "Uh-yeah ma'am, Victor is my Mate and I-"
"Oh please, darling," she had a taunting smirk. "This Mate crap doesn't work in the human world, ok? People have to get married to prove their love and loyalty to each other here but if it's just a 'friends with benefits' thing you guys share, then-"
"Stop it, Mrs. Mehra!" tears formed in her eyes."You don't know a damn thing about our relationship!"
"I don't even need to, sweetie. What could a psycho-looking feral mutant possibly want from a desperate girl with a giant burn mark on her hand? Of course just a convenient fucking season until she's completely spent and-"
"JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP, OLD WOMAN!" Aks roared in Victor's tone. "I don't think I need to fucking explain what kinda relationship Victor and I share to you or anyone like you so you better take your goddamn opinion back and shove it up your wrinkled ass!" she snarled at the old cow and stomped out.
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Vctor let out a frustrated sigh. She hadn't said a single word all the way home. He could smell a sharp stench of anger and hurt from her as she came out of washroom and abruptly forced him to take her home. That old bitch must've done something.
He was already pissed at the rich crone's rude behavior towards his Mate. What the fuck had she done or said to his girl in the washroom? He needed to know and comfort her he didn't know a damned thing about how to.
"What did she say?" he finally asked, closing the door.
"Who?" she feigned ignorance.
"Your boss's classy bitch, who else?" he growled with a soft roll of eyes.
"Nothing." she blankly replied and turned for the bedroom. He hurried over and grabbed her arm.
"You know I don't like to see people turn their fuckin' backs on me when I talk so just fucking stay right here frail!" he snapped.
"WHY?!" she snapped back, trying to break out of his grip. "Why should I always do as you fucking say?!" a sudden and strange spike in her heartbeat.
"Because that's what Beta Mates do!" he roared back.
"But Mates are out there in animal kingdom Creed, not in this damn human world. Here you are just my live in boyfriend who can fuck a desperate girl like me whenever he wants, wherever he wants and however he wants!" she finally spat it out.
"Is that what that whore said?! And is that all you think we share?! Is that the only reason you think has kept me here so long?!" his roaring questions shook the entire cabin.
She shattered as tears broke out of her. "I-I am sorry Victor, I'm just...no matter how much I try, I and all those people cannot rise above the human mentality that marriage is the best way to define the relationship between a man and his woman and-" her sobs choked her further words.
Gawd he hated her tears. Before her, crying frails only hardened him behind the zipper but seeing that useless salty water flood out of her big sad eyes just..hurt something inside.
He placed an index claw under her chin, forcing her to look up. "You knew from the day one what it was going to be about, frail. I don't believe in marriages, I never have, because I've spent over a century on this fuckin' planet and seen hundreds of people get married and then end up cheated or divorced. Our bond is much stronger than a shitty piece of paper that says you're mine and as your Mate, I can promise you just one thing, I will NEVER go away from you or let you go away from ME, ya get that frail?" the claw dug in slightly, wanting to hear his kinda answer.
"Yes, I do." she nodded with a small smile and then did something she'd never done before. She unexpectedly wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head over his thumping heart. It was a normal act of expecting comfort from her Mate for others but Victor found it more difficult than anything.
Because Victor Sabertooth Creed doesn't do fucking hugs!
He tried to push her away but the embrace just tightened even more, making him roll his eyes and with no other option...his hesitating hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.
His chin was rested on her head and her face was hidden in his clothed chest. His clawed fingers gently stroked her hair. An involuntary purr escaped his chest to calm down his Mate. It was the best Sabertooth could give. There was no gap between both bodies at the moment and then, just then, Creed heard something. A weak, slow and fluid sound, coming from inside of her. He could feel a strange vibration against his stomach. He fixed his ears on it. It was a continuous rhythmic beat, like..a heartbeat. but not his or hers, a third one, like-
The realization of what it is broadened his eyes. He suddenly unwrapped his arms around her and pulled away, shaking his head in pure disbelief.
Holy Shit!
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Ding Ding Ding, another cliffhanger…