Chapter 21

The next day, at the airport, Betsy was making a call on her cell phone while Victor explained a few things to the airport customs official. Her twin brother, Brian, answered the phone just as Victor lifted the official by the throat and pinned him, one-handed against the wall.

"Hi, Brian."

"Betsy! How are you doing?" He was obviously happy at receiving her call and she smiled in pleasure at hearing his voice.

"I am fine. I was calling to let you know that I am coming for a visit."

"Great! The others will be thrilled. What time should we meet you at the airport or will you just bring the Blackbird to the lighthouse."

Betsy winced at her brother's mention of the X-Men's jet. She had a lot to tell him but did not wish to do so over the phone. "No, I will hire a car and come up to the lighthouse."

"What? Why?" His confusion came clearly over the line.

"Well, I am not coming alone. I am bringing a...Well, it is very hard to explain over the phone Brian, just trust me that it would be best if I hire a vehicle in town and come up to the lighthouse on my own."

"Are you sure?" Brian sounded dubious and Betsy could not fault him for it.

"Trust me, Brian, you will understand when I get there which should be sometime tonight."

"Alright, we will see you then."

"See you." Cutting off the connection, she turned around in time to see the custom official decide that William did not need any documentation or procedures and the three of them could board their hired plane and leave immediately for any destination they chose, as long as it was away from him.

Laying a hand on the elk's shoulder, she began to walk into the private hangar as Victor tossed the terrified man onto the ground. She could feel playfulness bubbling off the animal and, therefore, was not surprised when William swung his antlers at the trembling man as they passed him. The official responded by giving a loud cry and crawling away as quickly as he could. Betsy sighed and shook her head. It would have been so much easier if the man had just accepted the bribe she had offered him in the first place. The end result was the same except, instead of enjoying a nice shopping trip that evening, the man would probably suffer nightmares for a long time.

William climbed the stairs into the plane carefully and settled himself onto the straw nest Victor had arranged for him, preparing to doze through the trip. He was accustomed to long times in strange conveyances. Victor nodded in greeting to the pilot, a smuggler he had dealt with many times before, as he closed the door behind them. The take-off was uneventful and, as soon as they reached cruising altitude, Victor urged her toward the back of plane to the private cabin where there was a large comfortable bed but Betsy resisted.

"Victor, we agreed that it would be best to head straight from the airport to the lighthouse and I do not wish to greet my brother covered in sweat and disheveled."

His hands rubbed her satin dress up and down her hips as he nibbled along her jaw to her ear. "'M startin' to think maybe stopping somewhere to clean up ain't a bad idea."

"Victor, you're insatiable."

He growled in assent against her neck. "Complaints?"

"Mmmm, none, but I still want to go straight to the lighthouse." His hands had made their way beneath her short skirt and were caressing the bare skin above her stockings.

"Ya sure 'bout that?" He pressed wet open mouth kisses down her neck.

"Victor." She had meant his name to sound firm and disapproving but it came out as more of a plea and he responded by kneeling in front of her, his hands pushing the hem of her skirt above her hips.

"Yeah?" He pressed his face against her, inhaling deeply, taking in her unique scent, and smiling at the strong musk of arousal. His hands massaged her hips as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer instead of pushing away.

"Victor, this is not..."

Her voice cut off as he took the silken thong barring his way between his teeth and pulled it down her legs. It quickly fell to the floor and he lifted her clear of it before running his tongue up the inside of her thigh. "This is not what?" Skipping over her aching center, he ran his tongue down the inside of her other thigh.

Betsy was having a hard time remembering just what they had been talking about. "Victor!" This time there was no mistaking the plea in her voice and he responded by pushing his tongue deep inside her, his nose pressed against her well trimmed pubic hair. He lapped hungrily at her wet arousal and she whimpered in need, only his strong hands keeping her upright. Giving her clit a long, lingering tongue bath, he looked up her trembling body into her darkened eyes. "So, what were ya sayin' 'bout stoppin'?"

The only coherent words Betsy could form through the lust and need clouding her mind were, "Bed! Now!"

He smiled in victory as he picked her up and carried her to the back cabin.