Hello again, my lovely readers! From what I can tell, everyone seemed to enjoy the last chapter! I was feeling inspired so I kept writing and managed to get another chapter written, which is actually really long compared to the other ones.
As I promised, conflict starts in this chapter! I can't wait to see what you guys think! :)
As they drove through the forest, Charlie was surprised at how apprehensive she was. Though she'd already seen Victor's house, even slept in his bed, this was a different situation. She wasn't there as a prisoner, she was there as Victor's mate.
While lost in her thoughts, Charlie didn't realize that the car had stopped.
Though she'd seen the house before, it was different now that she could appreciate it. From what she could tell, nothing had been removed to build the house, but rather it seemed like the house was built specifically for an open area within the lush forest.
The house was large, yet simple. Large windows made up the majority of the front of the house. A short cobblestone pathway led to the front door.
Exiting the car, Charlie went to grab some of the bags, before Victor stopped her.
"Later, Kitten."
"Oh please, it'll take fifteen minutes to move this stuff in."
"Later."
As Charlie reached for the door handle again, Victor swept her up, throwing her over his shoulder.
"This is ridiculous." Charlie laughed as he carried her up the walkway.
Victor swatted her butt lightly. With some slight readjusting, Charlie heard the jingle of keys and the sound of the door unlocking. As the door flung open, Victor trudged inside the house.
"Is this your version of carrying me over the threshold?" Charlie joked.
"Sure is, Kitten. And now we can get to the christening of the lovely home." Victor responded smugly.
Before Charlie could retort, she was flung onto a large bed, still in the dark. Looking around, she could just barely see that it was the same bed she'd woken up in the first time she was in the house. She fell backwards stretching out on the large bed.
"Mm, I remember this bed. I'm never gonna want to get out of it."
Victor leaned down over her, supporting his weight on either side of her.
"I like the sound of that, Kitten."
Charlie smiled and leaned up to kiss him. This kiss was different than any of their other kisses. It wasn't frenzied or rough. It was soft and unhurried.
Victor pushed himself off of her body to stand at the foot of the bed. He shrugged off his trench coat and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Charlie rose up on her knees to help with his white tank top beneath it.
Before Charlie could touch it, Victor lightly pulled her own shirt over her head, leaving her in just a bra and pants. With a light push from Victor, Charlie fell back onto the bed.
He lightly pulled on her pants, drawing both her pants and underwear down her legs at the same time. Starting at her ankle, Victor kissed and nipped up her leg until he reached her core. Pushing one finger in, he began to lick through her folds.
As far as Charlie was concerned, there was only Victor. Nothing else existed. It was him and her.
Just as she was about to climax, Victor pulled away yet again. He stood up, only to undo his belt and shove his jeans and boxers to the floor. As he did that, Charlie moved herself up to the middle of the bed.
Crawling and positioning himself over her, Victor lined himself up with her before slamming into her. Charlie wrapped her legs around his waist, desperately needing as much physical contact as possible. With one hand supporting himself, he used the other to scoop her wrists into it, to hold them tightly above her head. It immediately began to drive Charlie crazy that she couldn't touch his body above her.
"Please, Victor." She begged with a quick wiggle of her wrists. With no hesitation, he quickly flipped her over onto all fours, before quickly bringing her to her knees. With one hand buried in his short hair, she used the other to direct his face to hers. The kiss was passionate and intense.
Victor's thrusts shook her entire body. With each one, she felt him hitting her cervix.
As she began to clench around him, she felt his thrusts lose rhythm. They became quick and hard as she orgasmed. Her own release seemed to trigger his as he released inside her.
Charlie and Victor laid on their backs, both breathing hard. As they laid on the bed, both exhausted, Charlie felt Victor's hand glide over her lower stomach, just above her pelvis.
"At this rate, you'll be carrying my cubs in no time."
Charlie's eyes shot open, and she sat up immediately.
"Care to run that by me again?"
"What?" Victor asked, as if completely confused by her panicked state.
"Cubs? Babies?"
Victor continued to stare at her. Charlie stood up and began to pace, still just wearing a bra.
"I mean, for God's sake, how have we not discussed this? You haven't been wearing condoms. I'm not on birth control. I mean, hell, why would I be? I'm not ready to be a mother! I'm eighteen. I can't be a mom. Not now, at least."
Her panicked ramblings seemed to amuse Victor, who was lounging on the bed, still naked, with his arms behind his head.
"It's a bit late for all that, Kitten. Chances are, you've already got a litter inside you."
"A litter?!" She screeched.
"Cubs with two feral parents tend to be in litters of two or three, but I've seen fours and fives before."
"I can't stay here. I need to go for a walk." She stormed out from the room, with Victor following her.
As she left the house, she flung open the back door of the car to grab some clothes. She quickly slipped on underwear, sweats, and a long sleeve tshirt. Victor watched from the front door.
"Where are you going, Kitten? You can't change shit now."
Charlie ran her hands through her hair. She was doing everything in her power to not cry or scream.
"I just need to be away right now. To figure things out. I'll be back later." With that, she walked into the woods, barefoot.
She walked and walked and walked. There was no logic or direction in her wandering. She finally found a tree that she deemed acceptable before climbing it and sitting on a large branch.
It wasn't that the idea of children bothered her. Not even having them with Victor. She imagined he'd actually be a wonderful father.
Her biggest concern was her own mother. She had died in childbirth. While Charlie knew that was impossible due to her healing factor, how could she be a mother, when she herself didn't have one?
She traced her hand over her stomach, imagining it larger, filled with Victor's children.
"Is anyone in there?" She asked before rolling her eyes.
"I'm talking to a fetus or fetuses, which may not even be there. Way to go, Char." Regardless of her words, she still kept talking.
"I mean, I'm only eighteen. How can I be a mom to two, three, four, or five kids, just like that?" She glared down at her stomach.
"You know, if you could've waited to latch on or whatever, that would've been great. Not that I don't love you guys, if you are there. It's just, I would've liked to enjoy the honeymoon stage a bit longer, you know?" She sighed and relaxed against the tree. With one final glance down at her stomach, she continued.
"Well let's get back to Dad, shall we, cubs?"
She jumped from the tree, landing back on her feet. After walking for a few minutes, she heard the sound of a branch breaking. She froze.
"Victor?"
No response.
Sniffing the air, she couldn't smell any foreign scents. Just as she began to relax, she felt a sharp pain in the back of her neck. Reaching back, she found a small dart. Panicking, she began running as fast as she could in the general direction she knew the house was in.
It took all of thirty seconds for her vision to get fuzzy. Then she began to stumble, before finally crashing into the ground.
"Victor." She mumbled weakly before drifting into darkness.
The next morning, Victor woke up in an empty bed. Charlie's scent still hung around the room, but it was becoming stale.
"Enough with this shit."
Victor threw on clothes, preparing to go find his mate and drag her back into the house.
As he flung open the door, he found an envelope taped to the door. On the front was 'V. Creed.'
Grabbing it and ripping it open, he found a DVD inside. On the front, 'play me' was scribbled messily in marker. Going into his office, he slammed the disc into his laptop before hastily pressing play.
It took a few seconds for the video to focus. When it finally did, Victor felt his anger spike at the man staring into the camera.
"Hello, Father. I realize it has been several years since we've been in contact. In honesty, it took that long to find your comfy cabin. And when we finally did, you weren't home. So we waited. It took nearly a month. And how surprised I was to hear that not only had you returned, but you had a guest with you."
Victor felt his claws elongate at his son's words.
"Don't worry, we haven't harmed sweet little Charlotte, yet. See for yourself."
With a step to the side, Victor saw his mate, gagged, and strapped into a wheelchair, obviously meant to immobilize her. Despite her restraints, she was putting up a fight.
"Now, now Ms. Evans, please be cooperative, and look into the camera. Victor is watching." With his words, she froze before looking directly into the camera.
"Oh dear, how rude of me. Let's get this gag off, shall we?" Graydon stepped back into the frame, behind Charlie, to untie the cloth in her mouth.
"Now, that's better. Anything you'd like to say?"
"I can't fucking wait until he gets his hands on you, you piece of sh-" Graydon back handed her before she finished her insult. Victor nearly threw the computer at the wall.
As she recovered from the blow, she spit blood onto the floor, narrowly missing Graydon's foot.
"You hit like a bitch, too." She grumbled.
"Such foul language from such a lovely young lady." He tutted as he stroked her cheek. Charlie snapped her teeth at him, just barely missing his fingers.
"Yet so uncivilized. It's a shame really. If she weren't an abomination, she would have made a lovely recruit for the Friends of Humanity. There's just one thing I couldn't seem to figure out."
Charlie still fought while Graydon grabbed her chin, forcing her to look directly into the camera.
"She's obviously important to you. I thought she might be another one of your abandoned offspring, that is, until we saw your, shall we say, activities, upon reaching the house. Yet, she's not a whore. Much too classy for that. Too innocent. No ring, couldn't be your wife."
Charlie clenched her jaw, still just staring into the camera.
"Then I remembered a story I heard, a few years back, from a, oh what do you call yourselves? Oh yes, a feral. Just before we disposed of him, he begged us to let him go. He had children. And what he called a mate. Of course, at the time, I wrote it off as the ramblings of a caged animal. But then, I saw this."
He pulled the collar of Charlie's shirt to the side, exposing the mark on her neck. Charlie bit her lip, her eyes welling with tears.
"Oh yes, when I saw this, I couldn't contain my excitement. My father's little mate, doomed to him for all eternity. Why don't you tell him how you feel for him, sweet Charlotte?"
"Go to Hell." She seethed.
"I want you to look into the camera, and tell him, what you feel when you see him."
Charlie said nothing.
"Oh I did hope it didn't have to come to this." Graydon pulled out a gun and pressed it to her temple.
"I realize that you will most likely heal from this. But regardless, I should think it would hurt immensely. So, how about you tell your mate, how you feel about him?"
Charlie hung her head and mumbled something. It was then that the tears began to fall.
"Ah ah ah, I don't think he quite heard that."
"I love him!" She sobbed. Victor's mind went blank at her words.
"How touching. There is one last order of business." Graydon smirked as he placed the gun off camera.
"When we brought her in, the nurse seemed to think something was off. So, she gave her a simple physical." He held up small black and white picture. It was blurry.
"These are the fetuses growing in her womb. Twins by the look of it. You two have been busy, haven't you?"
Graydon threw the ultrasound photo behind him.
"You know where to find us, Father. I wouldn't keep us waiting."
With that, the screen went black, leaving Victor alone, in his house.
I can't wait to see your reviews, good or bad, of what you think of the chapter! Hopefully, I'll be able to get a new chapter out within the next few days, but I can't make any promises!