I sat at the floor of Cat's bedroom, back against her bed, legs out in front of me, waiting. The sun was down, but she wasn't back yet. After witnessing the freaking burial ground she had, I had a good idea what she was into. What could I do? She was mine, I couldn't turn her in. I couldn't walk away. I couldn't ignore it.
She was supposed to be pure. She was supposed to be innocent. She was supposed to be young and naive. She was supposed to have been waiting for me to claim her, for me to introduce her slowly into the grimness this life actually offered. She was supposed to be fucking civilized, and what I had witnessed she wasn't fucking civilized. She was a fucking predator, a born killer. She was wild and untamed. How would I handle her? How could I walk away with the chance of her getting caught?
Either the authorities would catch her or Xavier would stumble onto what was going on. Did I want her to know I knew? Did she already have an escape plan? Was she planning on running from me? Did she figure me into her plans? Had I pissed her off? Was she trying to get my attention?
I moaned burying my head in my hands. Fuck me running. I had to see this through, this was mine. Even she wouldn't get away. She fucking claimed me, she was fucking mine.
Then as if the clouds opened she was there. She walked into the door, shutting it softly behind her. I didn't even lift my head, only scented her. She backed up into the door and I heard the soft click of the lock.
"Victor?" her voice was pure seductive woman now. My eyes shot up into that true green I had dreamed so many nights of. Backed against the door, her body never moved, but her eyes looked me over, so I took the chance to look her over. She was mine!
She was tall, her body fuller than I remembered. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't skinny. She was a fucking woman. Her breasts were small and pert, her hips wide, her face that same impish face without the childish features. They were replaced with small plush lips, a pert little nose, and those beautiful almost exotic green eyes. Her hair was tied in a braid trailing down to her knees. She was dressed in a black dress. It wasn't a hot on the town number, no my Cat was elegant. The sleeves were long, the neck high, the hem to her knees, but with every important inch covered she was still the most delectable piece of woman I had ever had the pleasure of seeing.
"Cat." I choked. My throat was dry, my voice raspy, but even under normal circumstances I couldn't have hid the huskiness. The pure unadaltered want that burned through my body was undeniable. She was mine, and I would have her tonight. It was a primal need now that I saw her, there was no more patience. With everything that I had discovered, I couldn't allow her to walk away.
She inched her way away from the door, moving around me to the fridge. I watched in fascination as she brought a bottle of water to me. Her eyes devouring me in ways I never imagined a woman looking at me. I took it, greedily drinking it down. I watched her as the cool water went down my throat, she was taken every inch of me in. If she wanted me, she'd have me. I threw the bottle aside, standing quickly before her. Everything else was pushed to the back of my mind except the woman in front of me.
She took a step back and I growled. She bowed her head and my cock pushed against my fucking pants so hard I thought it was ripping its way through. "S' time. Take yer clothes off." I growled, ripping my own shirt off. Tearing out of my shoes and jeans. The animal was screaming at me to take her, fuck clothes and take her!
I looked up to watch as she slowly pulled the dress off already having removed her shoes. Then I watched as she undid her bra, releasing pink tipped globes to my gaze. I took a deep breath catching the scent of her arousal, there was no more time. I trailed my claw through her black panties tearing them from her body. She whimpered, but stood there bare before me.
I stepped closer. Slowly I sniffed her neck taking the fear, the arousal, the soft feminine scent in. I grasp her hips as I pulled her closer, going down on my knees I had to lean up as I nuzzled the area between her breasts, moving over her stomach. She whimpered, but no words escaped. I stopped above her furry little feminine mound and nearly came in the floor. There was a scratch where I'd nicked her pulling the panties off, my animal went wild.
"Floor now, all fours." I growled out. It was a fucking order, her fear was quickly overtaking the smell of arousal, but I wouldn't be denied. She dropped down, her green eyes meeting mine. Tears running down her face.
"Victor, please." she pleaded. It was my undoing. I might have held together longer, but I'll never know for sure. I jerked her around, grasping her neck in one hand, wrapping my arm around her middle positioning her for me. I pushed around for a moment before releasing her neck to grab my cock. It was dripping with cum at this point and my beast roared with impatience.
"Your mine." I bent to whisper into her ear. She was trembling against me, and I stroked myself to her whimpering. It felt so damn good, so fucking good to finally be where I wanted. She was mine, she'd never been touched and I was fixing to take care of that problem. She'd know now whose she was, she'd know now what it felt like to be taken by a man.
I rubbed the head of cock against her entrance, having to position myself as well as find it. She wasn't wet, not even damp. I growled at the hinderance, but shoved it little by little in. She stiffened, almost fighting against me. "Your fucking mine!" I damn near roared in her ear. She stopped suddenly, her fear coming off her in waves and I thrust to the hilt. It was almost like feeling a small pop against the head of my dick, but I had torn through her maidenhead like it was nothing.
She screamed like a fucking banshee, tears rolling. I reached around shoving my hand over her mouth and rode the waves of pleasure out. Her little snatch was the tightest I'd ever felt, it was slowly taking my mind. It lasted no time, and I felt the first sensations of cumming. I moved my hand off her mouth pulling her up against me, not missing a stroke. As my cum filled her snatch, I roared landing my teeth into her shoulder. I marked my mate for one and all to see as my body thrummed it's release into her. She cried, her head thrown back, her body still trembling from pain and fear.
It was the best sex I'd ever had. She was fucking wonderful. I licked the blood away from her wound. She was trembling, shaking. It aggravated me, because ever so slowly she'd worked away from my cock and it hung limp between my legs. I held her up, refusing to give her room to move away. She was fucking mine now more than ever. I could do as I wish, she was my fucking mate.
"Let me go." she whispered through tears. I licked the salty drops off her cheek, feeling every inch the man that I was. I was the perfect fucking mate, she'd see that now.
"Never." What I thought to be the most wonderful thing to say, seemed to be the most horrible in her opinion. She kicked, fought, grunted, and growled trying to get away. I stood with her in one arm and pulled the blanket back on the bed, quickly throwing her on it. I pinned her down with my body above hers.
"Victor, please! No!" she screamed. I growled biting at her lips. She stopped midmovement. "Victor, you hurt me." I scoffed.
"What you expect? You's a fucking virgin!" Surely for her to be as smart as they'd said she knew of fucking sex.
"No, I mean you really hurt me, Victor." She said slowly and calmly. I looked down at my now pulsing again member and between her legs, there was a lot of blood. "See, you. hurt. me." She slowly emphasized each word.
I growled, but rolled away. "Healing factor will kick in. Shouldn't take a minute." She rolled away from me, on the other side of the bed. I watched, smiling. God, I loved a good chase. She stopped, hesitant seeing my smile. "Ready to go again?" I teased.
The fight seemed to return to her haunted eyes, her body straightened. I growled with appreciation, "Never again Victor Creed." She roared, she pounced. Her fucking claws went straight for my throat.
I caught her right above me, pinning her claws with one hand, casually flipping her under me with the other. This time, I would watch her face. I slowly eased into her tight snatch, moaning with pleasure. Watching her was forgotten as I delved into the longed for pleasure. Tears flowed freely from her eyes, but it didn't even enter my mind. All I could think is she's so fucking delicious, so fucking tight.